Married To A Savage Duke

The reception was now happening at the banquet hall.

The event, located near the glass window, played elegant songs, and finger foods were served for the guests and were splendidly prepared on the elongated table at the center. The nobles enjoyed the impeccable party while having the drink recommended by the servant. Many conversations were going on, but the bride and groom became the talk of the town.

“My husband is a handsome man with a great amount of financial resources…. Lady Milrose is blessed too, right?” One of the ladies, seated round the round table by the window, glanced at Cade.

“Plus, the two of them seemed to get along well. I was so surprised to see the glass building located in the grand garden. Who would build such an amazing ceremony for the bride?” Another lady sighed, “What crime did I commit in my previous life that I only got a drunkard husband?”

“Oh! Count Owen would be sad to hear that. Your father and wife were also known to be tough lovers.”

“Love shines more when you do it with a handsome and capable man, don’t you think?”

“But isn’t there some trait that will make him seem not perfect?”  The other lady, who had been listening in silence, opened her mouth carefully. “I think…”

“It’s the case of the destruction of Blkanov’s. How many years ago was that? Hasn’t it been nearly five years?”

“Shh!”

Surprised, Countess Owen put her index finger to the lady’s lips. She leaned against the pillar of the banquet hall and winked at the Balkan men drinking.

“That story has been going on for a long time, you should watch your mouth in front of the Northerners. Didn’t you know about that?”

“That’s an absurd story.” The Countess whispered, covering her mouth with her fan, when the lady, who had not been able to take the opening properly, grumbled.

“It’s a myth that makes sense in its own way. The Northerners are generally sharp, so they quickly notice when there is a rumor surrounding them.”

“Are you a human watchtower or what?”

“By the way, is there anyone who doesn’t know about the Grand Duke’s rumor?” The Countess, who looked round, continued to whisper. “It is publicly known that he may be behind the extinction incident, as well as that he is a cruel cold-blooded person.”

“But you’ve all witnessed it. What do you mean cold-blooded? It seemed like there would be an amazing lover in the empire.”

“That’s right. How come he’s a cold-blooded man when he’s had such an enormous event for his bride?”

“As expected, unfounded rumors circulating in the public should not be trusted until you check them with your eyes.”

Just in time, Cherryl, who wore an evening dress, was entering the banquet hall.

The white dress was filled with light gray laces. It was designed to reveal her pretty, elegant shoulders. Her bright blonde hair was curled into perfection and hung naturally, giving her a cheerful and lively feel.

The ladies couldn’t take their eyes off her.

“The new bride is lovely, too.”

“Wouldn’t it be better for us to bring the bride here, just near us, before her husband takes her away?”

“I’ll go get her.” Countess Owen, the best and most generous of them, rose from her chair.

Cherryl, who had just entered the banquet hall, greeted and followed the countess, who grabbed her arm and headed to a table where aristocratic women gathered.

When the countess placed her in the middle, greetings poured out as if they had waited for that exact moment to come.

“It’s nice to meet you. I was talking about Lady Milose until a little while ago.”

“Oh, should I call you the Duchess of Blkanov from now on?” As the pleasant wives laughed, Cherryl smiled and gave them a ceremonial greeting.

“Thank you for coming to Carlsvik. Thanks to everyone’s greetings, the grand castle is also filled with vitality.”

“You’re welcome. You’re polite and kind, too.”

Soon voices burst out from all sides like fireworks.

“Everyone admired how beautiful Mrs. Blkanov was.”

“I was able to appreciate the bride and groom in harmony as I was sitting in the back. It was a fantastic wedding under a cluster of purple flowers falling from the ceiling of the greenhouse.”

“I remembered the scenery of the southern kingdom I visited when I was on vacation.”

“The dress must have been a custom-made wedding dress. It was a dress I’d never seen at any of Hindel’s clothing stores, wasn’t it?”

Cherryl, who was briefly distracted by the different types of conversation being thrown at her, smiled kindly.

“That’s right. The maid herself chose the fabric. Thanks to her great taste, I was able to wear such a pretty dress.”

“Oh, my God. It was such a beautiful dress. If I were your husband, I would have stared at you in your wedding dress all day.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

She couldn’t bear to say that the brilliant dress was now ragged and rolling in the bedroom. Lily and Lucy, who came in to change their clothes, looked pale, turned red, and became a mess. Lily, who couldn’t even touch the jewelry because it was torn, unexpectedly focused on the decoration without saying much. At that time another lady stared at Cherryl with a mischievous smile.

“If you don’t mind, may I ask how many children you plan to have?”

Cherryl, who was sipping the champagne brought by her servant, appeared surprised as if she were going to hiccup. It wasn’t the first question she’d heard, but she was speechless and mesmerized. Then, Countess Owen hurriedly dissuaded the lady.

“How can you ask a wicked question to a young woman who has just been married? You should be mindful of her privacy!”

“I was just curious about that… I’m sorry, Duchess. Please forgive me for being clueless. I just thought that the two of you are extremely on good terms with the Grand Duke.”

“That’s all right. It’s fine for me.”

“Oh, if you don’t mind, can you tell me what the second-generation plan will be?”

There was a burst of laughter. Neither lady seemed to have any bad intentions, but she seemed to want to make a mischievous joke because of the wedding event. Cherryl shrugged her shoulders as if she had no reason to fight.

“If you’re so curious, I’ll let you know. I think it’s enough to have two children. It’s not that bad to have more, but I don’t have the confidence to handle it.”

“Oh my! Oh my God!”

“The bride was  already planning!”

“You must love the Grand Duke!”

The ladies squealed like children. Unlike the curious arrangement of the second-generation plan, Cherryl sweated secretly. She didn’t want anyone living on the Great Wall to hear what she just said. However, that’s not the end of the question being asked to her.

“By the way, how did you meet with the Grand Duke?” A lady approached the gathering. Cherryl glanced at the woman and it seemed like she was of her age. The lady stared back at her, looking excited.