Of course, it would be pretty embarrassing if it really stopped, but Jungkook took my lips off for a while and gave me time to breathe.
I sat on the bed gasping for breath.
At this time, I suddenly remembered something that I had forgotten.
Oh, that's right.
The ring and the bouquet.
I was going to give it to him 'tada' as soon as he came back.
As a surprise.
Ehm, he'll be surprised, right?
I looked up at Jungkook, rhyming for what I had prepared.
"Jungkook, you know....."
Then I was at a loss for words.
Jungkook was throwing off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt.
"Why?"
"......."
The words that were supposed to come out didn't come out, but my saliva gushed over instead.
The gaze was fixed on the loose end of his shirt.
"......no, nothing."
At the same time as he unbuttoned his shirt, Jungkook kissed me again.
As my body was pushed behind, I fell onto the bed in a certain order.
Jungkook's act was soft but not relaxed.
To no avail, my breath quickly became rough again.
I ended up spitting my fingers through Jungkook's silky hair and thinking.
If it's okay to be a little late for the surprise.
And this is quite a later story, but in the process of catching Bambam Bhuwakul, who fled with the help of his family, I heard a mysterious story from an anonymous informant that Bambam, who was caught, had no wrists on both hands as if they had been cut off.
Unfortunately, there was no way to confirm the authenticity at that time, as Bambam had already disappeared.
* * *
The Empire's hustlers had no time to rest for some time.
This is because a series of shocking incidents never gave them any room to do so.
The beginning was that the Temple of Love had a plot to overthrow the Empire to rebuild the Holy Empire.
Then it was revealed that the Temple of Destruction was also involved, and even the third son of the Marquis of Bhuwakul, Bambam Bhuwakul, who was revealed as a member of the party, was reported to have planned the assassination of the Crown Prince.
At this time, some testified about the latter news.
'Oh, that crazy guy. I knew he was so inferior to the Crown Prince that I thought he was mentally ill.'
'Do you know why? Because he has the same blonde hair as His Majesty the Crown Prince.'
'Honestly, no matter how beautiful your face is, it's not enough to compare yourself to the Crown Prince, is it true? It's not even funny.'
'Because I don't admit it that every time I meet him, he's got ridiculously...... oh, I'll cancel this.'
Bambam was mugged, even after his death, through society.
In any case, even after the death of this person twice, the shocking news continued.
The next thing to mention was the wedding news of the Duke of Jeon.
Along with the Crown Prince, the Duke of Jeon, who has always been a synonym of interest to the imperial single love for the unmarried ladies and their parents, suddenly announced his marriage without notice.
His partner is Princess Jeon Lalisa, who is known to didn't share any single blood with him.
At that time, the family register had been arranged and she was simply Lalisa.
When the news came out, the repercussions were considerable.
Some bit their handkerchiefs normally, some lay classical, and others became contemplative.
"Who the hell is that? Who's the one that so sure said Princess Lalisa would be kicked out of the family? Idiot!"
"What? Idiot? Do you think I'm the only one who thinks like that? You agreed with that too!"
"What? Why are you shouting when you didn't do any single job well?"
"You're the one who's shouting first!"
"What? You? Are you crazy?"
"Yeah, I'm crazy! I'm living with this pig-like stuff with me that people always laugh at me! You're all the wrongs of my life!"
"Are you done?"
"No, I still haven't said it all!"
"Father, Mother! Please stop! It's embarrassing!"
Many aristocrats who believed Princess Lalisa would naturally become a broken bond after her bloodline was revealed were on fire.
They sent a mountain of congratulatory letters and gifts to Lalisa, who will soon become the Duchess of Dukedom.
However, none of them was invited or responded to the wedding.
* * *
"Ughh."
As preparations for the ceremony began in earnest, the mansion has become a battlefield.
Bessie, who was at the forefront of the battlefield in command, tapped her shoulder and made a sore voice.
However, her expression was brighter than ever.
Bessie stopped walking down the hall to take a break.
The view outside the window was not bad.
Suddenly, the harsh winter had gone and spring was coming outside.
Bessie put out her head on the window.
Suddenly, she felt new.
When did this happen?
It was a whirlwind.
Looking at the outside landscape, Bessie recalled the past.
The mansion was turned upside down after the lady proposed to the Lord and it was publicly known.
The response could be divided into three main categories.
'Phew, now I don't have to pretend that I don't know anymore.'
One.
The type that was quick to sense and heavy to talk about it.
'What? Oh, my God! I never dreamed of it! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! But it looks good on you. Congratulations!'
Two.
The one who didn't notice but kind of adapts quickly.
The last three.
'Trash.'
These expressions are good enough for them.
Bessie narrowed her brows slightly and then opened them again.
What a waste of wrinkles.
Wherever she goes, there are always humans who are jealous and some of them are overly interested in scandals.
When someone dared to make speculative gossips about the lady that she serves, Bessie handled them with her own hand.
In fact, they were really lucky to have Bessie handled with them.
Since they could stay alive after leaving the mansion.
If they were caught off by His Excellency, they wouldn't have left any bone powder.
'Those lucky things.'
Bessie thought so and put her fingers on the window with her arms crossed.
She put her chin on it.
To be abrupt, the arms are bent inward.
The same goes for knees.
Human joints are made to do so.
People can't help it.
'Of course, I'm a human being.'
So... I hope you two are happy.
She hopes the two of them who have seen each other for a long time will be happy in the future.
Even if a small sacrifice is inevitable for that.
Bessie agonizes for a moment over a familiar face that appears out the window.
She eventually shifted her steps.
"Sir Sack."
"Oh, Bessie."
A tall blonde on his way to the training ground looked back at Bessie's call.
"What's going on?"
Davery was always kind to Bessie.
Of course, many people in the mansion treat Bessie kindly.
Aside from her simple title as a maid, she influenced this mansion.
But that's not why Davery is kind to Bessie.
He did it to everyone.
It was also a great factor in his popularity.
Not to mention the young maid, servants and fellow knights generally liked Davery.
Bessie was one of the people who knew the truth better than anyone else.
Maybe that's why.
She couldn't open her mouth easily.
She thought she already made up her mind.
However, the hesitation was brief.
Bessie's mouth is open.
"Sir Sack, how old are you this year?"
"I will be twenty-five after this birthday."
His birthday was in early spring.
'Will not be long I see', said Bessie, who nodded, without hesitation this time.
"Isn't it lonely?"
"What?"
"Don't get me wrong. I'm too old to care about that but that wasn't what I mean by that."
Bessie went on after touching his hand.
"I think it's time for Sir Sack to start a family."
"........Ah."
Davery paused, then smiled softly.
He was wondering what Bessie was going to talk about.
"I'm fine with that."
"Listen, it's been six years since Sir Sack came to this mansion. Sir Sack was very young back then."
"I wasn't very young."
"You were young in my eyes."
The age difference between Bessie and Davery is over ten years old.
While Davery was silent, Bessie said.
"Time goes by so fast. You looked so young back then, but now you're at a weird age without a family."
"To the point, you say it's weird."
"Sir Sack."
Bessie, who seemed to look far away as if she were reminiscing about the past, stared at Davery again.
She spoke emphatically.
"Let me introduce you to someone."
"Bessie."
"I'm not saying anyone can do it. In other words, someone who's pretty and nice. I'm not just saying it. In fact, she's been having marriage proposals too. She's young, too. Was she nineteen now?"
"Bessie, I.........."
"I'm not a noble, but you're not going to leave this mansion anyway, are you? It's better to have a lady who can help you to be her family son-in-law. This child should be enough."
"Bessie."
Davery raised his voice slightly as if he was feeling stuffy.
Bessie looked up at him calmly.
"I'm sorry, Sir Sack, but this is not a request."
"......."
"I think you know better than I do."
Davery's body has stiffened.
Bessie breathed a sigh as she saw his expression, which was slightly cracked, trying not to reveal it.
Bessie wasn't doing this because she wanted to.
To be honest, it's more of her unwilling side.
She just can't help it.
"You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
"........"
"......I'll take that as a yes. Then......."
"Bessie."
Davery's mouth, which had been silent, opened.
Bessie looked at him.
"Do you remember?"
His calm voice was calmer than she thought.
"What?"
"The day we went out on that street together. Just before the harvest festival, the streets were in full swing, and we had our destiny read by some old woman in a tent."