Lady to Queen

0Patrizia made a sudden expression of being lost for the moment, then soon recalled something and said 'aha.' It seemed that she was referring to how he had stayed over for last night because of the rain.     

But how had it reached Rosemond's ears so early? Patrizia replied calmly while thinking that there might be a spy in the Imperial Palace.     

"Yes."     

"Why?"     

"Because I was alone with the Majesty, and we were both hit with the rain."     

It must have sounded like romantic words, but it was not a very sweet situation for the person who had to go through it. Of course for listeners, especially for Rosemond, it was enough for her to become infuriated. She was shaking as she asked Patrizia another question, holding the hem of her dress with a clenched fist.     

"On that night… You say you were with His Majesty?"     

"That is right."     

"Why?"     

"Huh?"     

Patrizia thought that if she had to pick one of the most absurd moments of her life, she would probably pick this moment. That was not just any kind of tough skin. How did the mistress dare to make a deal about the rightful wife being with her husband?     

But unfortunately, Rosemond seemed to be unaware of this error. To think that this was an ability then, of course, it was an ability that annoyed other people. Patrizia spoke.     

"It is not unusual for the real Empress to be with the Emperor. It is more unusual for the Emperor to have a mistress, and the Empress should be the one to ask about."     

"..."     

"So, why are you asking me about why I spent the night with His Majesty?"     

"…Your Majesty!"     

"Do not yell. You said so yesterday, but you are truly not a very polite person. Now Baron Darrow's personality is questionable. How did he educate his daughter…?"     

"Those words have gone too far."     

"Don't you think that your words have gone even farther?"     

At last, Patrizia, who had endured with her patience as much as she could, became angry with her. She had said that she would not do anything, but if a person was pushed to this extent, even Patrizia with her kind heart would not be able to stand it and not do anything. How could one not respond when she was being stabbed with a fiery skewer like this?     

"How dare you question how the Empress spent time with her husband like this? Rosemond, you must have been hit with some rain yesterday. If that isn't the case, how is it possible to get as crazy as this? Maybe I should call some maids for you."     

"I am not crazy, Your Majesty is the one that is crazy. You had definitely made a promise with His Majesty on the night to make an heir. You will not hope for His Majesty's love, nor will you mess with me. Are you thinking about breaking that promise?"     

"That was a promise that was held under the premise that you would not mess with me. Are you saying that if you keep picking on me and conspiring schemes, I should just be stupid and do nothing? Or, were you just wanting a dumb and lame Empress?"     

"Do you perhaps love His Majesty?"     

"Look here, Lady Phelps."     

Patrizia, couldn't stand it any longer and yelled out. Both of them had noticeable declines in their language cognition today. This must have been due to the rain. Otherwise, the two people who were fine before could not be ruined like this.     

Rosemond was obviously a villain, but she wasn't a dumb villain, so at least words went through, but even words didn't go through today. And Patrizia did not realize that this was due to the fact that she had spent the night in the same palace as Lucio.     

"I thought Lady Phelps still had some communication skills, but this is serious. Did your head become weird because of the rain? Whether I love His Majesty or not, am I obliged to answer you? What if I do love him, what would you do, and if I do not love him, what would you do? I cannot understand why I am standing here, having to hear this from you in my own palace. Should I really send a servant to you?"     

"..."     

Rosemond still showed her anger with a fevered face, and Patrizia sincerely passed judgment that Rosemond seemed to have a mental illness.     

She decided to close the conversation as soon as possible, thinking that there wouldn't be any more significance in it.     

"There is absolutely no reason to explain to you, about whether I rolled in the bed with His Majesty yesterday, or just slept. If you're that curious about it, go and directly ask the Emperor that you love so much."     

After Patrizia said that, she soon asked her in a mockery.     

"Oh, perhaps, are you afraid? Are you afraid that you're going to lose that sloppy favor to me?"     

With those words, Rosemond's eyes became vicious. Oh my, how scary. At this rate, the real one would have to be careful around the sidepiece. Patrizia spoke without being affected in any way.     

"Today, this was very rude. I had definitely warned you yesterday, but it seems not to be working. Will I have to hit that cheek once again to make sure the warning works?"     

"..."     

Rosemond glared at Patrizia with a scary glance, and then quickly turned and left the room without a greeting. SLAM! The sound of the door being closed violently rang like it was going to tear Patrizia's eardrum, and when she was left alone, Patrizia sighed. Anyway, she was a woman who made her tired in any situation. Then Rafaella approached and asked her with a shocked expression as if she was going to argue.     

"Your Majesty, is Your Majesty, the one who is crazy? Why are you just returning the stone that willfully rolled over to your feet? You should have at least smashed up one more cheek!"     

"It was enough smashing yesterday, Sir Ella. Yesterday, His Majesty said nothing about what had happened that day, but if I were to again slap her cheeks today, it might lead to gossip. Then I might be branded as a jealous Empress."     

She for sure did not want that rumor. For there to be such a ridiculous rumor. It wasn't anything else, but jealousy, that was really ridiculous. Maybe if it was a murder impulse perhaps.     

Patrizia stood up slowly after checking the condition of her hair, which was a little tangled up.     

"When do the envoys' wives leave, Mirya?"     

"I think it will be enough time if you left now. Would you like to go?"     

"Yes."     

Patrizia replied insignificantly, then slowly teased the blue high heels. Yesterday, it was an intense red dress like a flame, and today she wore an aqua dress that was reminiscent of water.