I Am The Evil Wife Of A Young Husband

So, I spent a solid two days in bed.

With meals brought by Mera and snacks from Kiverin, focusing on recovery wasn’t too boring.

Winter mentioned he came by while I was asleep, but I couldn’t see his face, which was disappointing.

I wanted to quickly thank him for bringing me here.

“…I hope I recover soon.”

After two days and a half more, I could finally walk without anyone’s support.

It was then that I realized Kiverin’s room was right next to mine.

There was even a hidden door in the wall, which led to Kiverin’s room when pushed with force.

“Oops… ugh….”

The problem was, that I almost ended up back in bed trying to push open that secret door.

Just pushing it drained all my energy.

Kiverin looked at me with pity as I stumbled out of the secret door.

He was carrying a book bag.

It seemed like he was about to go out but stopped when he heard me struggling with the door.

“Go… Young master, where are you going?”

Breathlessly, Kiverin helped me to my feet.

“You have to attend classes,” he said.

Just then, I heard Mera’s voice from my room.

But the secret door was already closed, so I’d have to open it again.

…Let’s just use the regular door.

“I’ll go this way too. Young master, make sure to attend your classes and come back!”

I decided to forget about the existence of the threatening secret door and walked with Kiverin to the corridor, then went back to my room alone.

“You should eat.”

Once again, the meal consisted of easily digestible foods.

I ate eagerly.

“I’m glad you’re eating well.”

“Eating all this will help you get better!”

Mera smiled widely.

“Well done! How about taking a leisurely walk around the estate with Lady Rose after your meal? Starting today, it would be good for your legs to walk a little.”

Oh no!

I hastily swallowed the food in my mouth and exclaimed, “I have to go meet Lady Rose!”

Of course, it was a sudden excuse that came to mind.

But still, if it’s Winter, he won’t kick me out like Lady Mayall might!

“Lady?”

“Yes! I’ll be back soon!”

From behind, I heard, “You said you’d finish it all, young miss!”

Huh? Young miss?

Why was Mera calling me that?

With a bit of curiosity, I asked a passing maid and found Winter’s room.

He greeted me with the dignity of the end and beginning of a season, like the embodiment of the transition from winter to spring.

“You’re late. Keeping me waiting.”

Uh… when did I say I was coming?

I just didn’t want to be alone with Lady Rose.

“I’m sorry.”

I apologized in English as best as I could, and Winter gestured for me to sit.

Trying to sit as naturally as possible, but the chair was quite high.

In the end, I had to awkwardly climb onto it.

Is it because Winter and Menelik are nobles that the chairs are like this?
Winter was nearly 180 centimeters tall, and Menelik was even taller.

As I hobbled along, Winter spoke.

” Kiverin will be attending the succession lessons. The castle gates won’t be opened for a while.”

“I see.”

“His Majesty begged you to at least pretend to be careful around the temple.”

Why is he telling me this?

Anyway, I nodded.

This time, Winter gestured to the steward.

The steward set down the documents he was holding on the table.

“This is…”

The documents had my and Kiverin’s names written on them.

But my surname wasn’t the same as my sister’s, ‘Mayall.’

It was Cheria Estella Nectarian.

Wife of Kiverin Vasilios Nectarian, and the princess.

“I guess you didn’t intend to keep calling me lady.”

Now I wasn’t a countess anymore.

In wonder, I stared at my name written on the documents.

Now that I think about it, Menelik’s busyness in the capital wasn’t just about temple matters, but also because of this marriage vow.

“Well… the paperwork is done, but the wedding can only take place after you become an adult. The marriage of a minor noble can only be a simplified ceremony due to budget constraints. That won’t do. You understand that, right?”

Winter spoke as if the word “budget” didn’t exist in his dictionary.

I set down the documents and looked at Winter.

Winter seemed to be choosing his words carefully, repeatedly biting his lower lip.

“The reason for rushing to change your surname…”

“Is it because of Lord Mayall?”

When I mentioned my father, Winter blinked.

Recalling Cheria’s memories, I continued.

“He didn’t like the idea of my name being attached to the Mayall lineage. He probably made changing my surname a condition for it to happen quickly… Right?”
“Wrong.”

“…”

“I just did it because I wanted to.”

Huh?

Even though it was obvious to anyone, Winter didn’t back down from his opinion.

“It’s my decision and my feelings.”

“…”

Winter tightened his jaw.

Suddenly, someone came to mind, and I found myself smiling involuntarily.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Oops.

“Because I thought of Young Master. Sometimes you make the same expression as her.”

Especially when you tell well-intentioned lies for my sake.

Winter tilted his head.

Was he not feeling bad? She chuckled lightly and spoke.

“Anyway, now you need to attend classes too.”

Huh?

I shook my head.

Was he saying he would invest in me?

‘I guess I’ve officially become a princess, so I don’t have to worry about being kicked out for the time being?’

“There are plenty of teachers to teach you. Now, focus on recovering.”

It was a grateful remark.

I had confidence that I would study hard.

But before accepting Winter’s kindness, there was something I needed to clarify.

“But about the fire at the mansion…”

Winter’s eyebrow raised slightly.

“What fire?”

“…”

“I pulled you and Kivrin out of the snake’s den. There was no fire that day.”

“And now that the snake’s den has turned to dust, no one will find any trace of it.”

It seemed that Winter had decided to accept me as a Nectarian and had also decided to bury the arson incident.

Of course, Winter probably had a good idea that I was the arsonist.

Perhaps… Winter also needed a reason.

Even if it wasn’t me, if someone had pushed me forward, then maybe Kivrin wouldn’t have been ignored in the novel either.

Just like he didn’t ignore me now.

Winter got up from his seat.

“I have something to attend to. You go meet Rose Jasper.”

Ugh! Again!

As much as Rose Jasper wishes for me to leave the estate, I’d like to meet her only after I’ve recovered at least a little!

At least let me save up some energy before I go!

“Can… can’t I go with you? I’ll be quiet!”

“Hmm?”

I blurted out without thinking, but unexpectedly, Winter’s reaction wasn’t bad.

I desperately pretended to be pitiful.

“I feel safe with you… and it’s still unfamiliar here…”

“Safe with me…”

Huh, did Winter just smile?

She lifted me in her arms.

“Since it seems you still have trouble walking, this should work.”

With Winter holding me, we headed to the study.

Winter’s office was piled high with documents.

Winter gestured for me to sit on the couch.

As I sat down, Winter’s assistant, who was sorting through papers, cast a slightly worried glance over her glasses.

Sister, I’m confident I won’t make any noise!

I pretended to zip my lips shut.

She couldn’t help but smile, quickly composing herself.

As Winter settled into her seat, she elegantly tied back her perfectly arranged locks. Even with just a hint of her neckline showing, she looked as though she could attend a ball.

Indeed, omitting Winter’s physical description in “The Villain Hates Poverty” was a misstep from the start.

Our mother is the most beautiful in the world, isn’t she?

If I were a writer, I’d confidently fill 300 lines just describing Winter Nectarian’s appearance.

Winter’s eyes resembled blue ice crystals, unmeltable even by the sun outside the window. As I stared at her absentmindedly, a faint smile played at the corners of her lips.

However, it seemed that Winter’s assistant wasn’t pleased with the report she had to deliver. She furrowed her brows, her expression complex.

“The recent attacks by monsters have been excessively frequent. We urgently need additional reinforcements. It would be much better if the Duchess herself could intervene.”

As thoughts of sweeping away the marble crossed her mind, along with persuading Menelik, the assistant’s expression grew complicated.