Living As the Villainess Queen - chapter-107
Chapter 107 – True Happiness (1)
The further Kasser thought about it, the further he realized he
couldn’t explain very well just how complicated the situation he found
himself in truly was.
Three years ago, when he entered the contract with the queen, he only
expected that their relationship would begin and end once a child is
born. His greatest concern about her memories returning out of nowhere
was the fear of her suddenly turning back on her words.
Additionally, he never planned to tell Marianne about it, especially now
with her old age. He’d be compromising her health if he were to tell
her now. She’d be quite astonished, and he might give her the shock of
“Don’t worry, I’m taking care of it,” he reassured her, but
Marianne’s eyes narrowed in a reproachful way towards him.
“Your Highness,” she began, her tone taking on a reprimanding tone.
By her expression, Kasser could see the impending scolding he was about
to receive, and so he let out a loud sigh. Disregarding his distaste,
Marianne continued without care.
“Your Highness, how can you keep things from me? You are already very
busy with the affairs of the state night and day.” She pointed out.
“Need I remind you that despite your schedule, you still found a way to
visit the queen in her bed chambers every night?”
Kasser had had his fill of Marianne’s nagging as a child, he had hoped
now he was king he would be spared of such things.
Should he answer recklessly and ask her to back off the situation,
she’ll only give him that look of hers, which conveys she was greatly
disappointed with him and just up and leave without letting him explain a
And so he opted for silence. He didn’t want to say anything that
would give him away to Marianne’s scrutinizing eyes. She’d notice
anything was amiss with him in a heartbeat.
And to be even more honest, her suggestion on improving his relationship
with the queen was rather tempting. But could he make it happen? Could
Could he even disregard the past, build a new one from the ground up?
Would she stay as she is should her memory return without warning?
It’s only until recently he began feeling he was married, three years
after their union. Only recently, he even began to entertain the notion
of the queen being more than just the bearer of his heir…
However, he couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated. Despite their
growing closeness, he couldn’t deny that there was still an undeniable
gap between them either.
They don’t normally run into each other, and the nights he would spend
with her was full of passion. She smiled a lot, talked a lot, and
didn’t show any signs of dissatisfaction whenever they were together.
There was no problem, but at the same time, there seemed to be one.
Only, he couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
“I’ll tell you, don’t worry,” he told the Baroness, “As soon as
everything is over.”
“Your Highness.” Marianne sighed exasperatedly. “I do not mean
the country, the state of affairs can wait! Why are you insisting on
putting this discussion off? You can start wherever you want, I won’t
judge,” she implored him, clasping his hand like she would a child,
“Your Highness, the kingdom won’t fall apart if you were to loosen up
just a little. You’re not a god. How do you expect to do everything?”
Marianne was surprised she even said those words to the king, but she
believed them to be true.
But despite her words, the king’s expression only remained calm, which
only made her frown further. She knows she’s overstepped her
boundaries, but still he’s not angry at her. She realized she’s at
the mercy of the king’s kindness, right there and then.
Eventually, Marianne reluctantly backed down, bowing her head towards
“Forgive me, Your Highness. It was too presumptuous of me. Please
punish me as you see fit.”
Kasser gave her a slight smile. He found her naggings annoying yes, but
he didn’t hate them. Even at the height of his rebellious stage, when
he was fourteen to fifteen years of age, despite the fact he found
everything she said tiring and irritating to listen to, he never hated
He remembered those times rather fondly, especially now that thanks to
his experience before, he’d learned to stop talking back at Marianne
whenever she scolded him.
Suddenly there was a cry from outside the king’s office.
“Your Highness! There has been an emergency!”
It was the Grand Chamberlain.
He had ordered expressly that his meeting with Marianne was to be
private, and left undisturbed. It was highly unlikely they were to
disregard his commands for anything trivial. Both of them exchanged
glances, their expressions wary and alert.
“Come in!” Kasser commanded without a moment further.
The doors burst open as the Grand Chamberlain hurried in, accompanied by
another man. When he reached in front of the king, the man immediately
dropped on one knee, bowing reverently, and offered up to him a single
“Your Highness, urgent news from the Central Storage General!” the
Kasser quickly got on his feet and hurried to the man. He plucked out the
red envelope from the man’s hands and opened it, before scanning the
Inside the red envelope, contained a small piece of paper. They made use
of carriers when sending out urgent messages so that they won’t be able
to contain much confidential information, or top secrets.
– Accidents, Lark seed cracked, Yellow
No matter how carefully people manage the storage, the accidents that
broke the lark seeds still happen frequently. They get broken, and
therefore unleashing a lark, even from the tiniest of causes, especially
during the active period. In rare cases, there were times that they would
still break despite the presence of safety devices.
Kasser immediately turned back to face the carrier, commanding him
“Make your way to the General and tell him to send the warriors to the
“Yes, Your Highness!” he immediately got up and ran out of the room.
“Grand Chamberlain,” he called out, immediately facing the other man,
“To the chancellor…” Kasser paused. “I must go myself,” he
It would take too much time to send someone to call and wait for
Chancellor Verus to arrive. If he were to wait a little longer, he would
be able to get a more detailed report of the accident, but the time was
of the essence.