After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 27

Chapter 27: Calm Princess

“Wait, Princess Beatrice! Why are you here?”

“Well, even if you ask why… this is my bedroom.”

At that moment, I realized I had fallen into a trap. Despite exchanging the contract, the royal palace still doubted whether I would abandon this engagement and run away.

“Is this setup for creating a fait accompli, Your Highness?”

“Yes, exactly as Lord Ludwig suspected. This is for appealing our ‘fait accompli.’ Whether the ‘fait accompli’ is truly established doesn’t matter. As long as there’s a fact that a young man and woman spent a night together in a bedroom, the princess I become will be a splendid damaged good. If the marriage doesn’t happen, I’ll become a laughingstock throughout the country. So, House Freudenshtadt, take responsibility for that.”

“Your Highness, did you knowingly participate in this scheme?”

“Yes. For the sake of the country, I have an obligation to produce a strong royal family. I can’t let a promising stallion like Lord Ludwig slip away.”

In a calm manner, without shame or confusion, Princess continued explaining. I could now fully understand the part about suppressing one’s emotions, as the attendant mentioned earlier.

“However, marriage is the most significant event in a woman’s life. Deciding it so easily…”

As I protested, the princess’s lips curled up slightly. It was a smile devoid of joy, akin to the official smiles directed at the public during formal occasions.

“Regardless, my marriage is decided by Her Majesty… my mother, considering the national interest. I can’t choose a partner myself. Given that, I was fortunate to see you with my own eyes just before the engagement. At least, I could understand that you are a clean and seemingly sincere man.”

That’s right. If it were a groom from another country, even if we met for the first time and didn’t get along physiologically, there would be no turning back by the time we realized it… considering that, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for this princess.

“I don’t mind that expression. I take pride in my duties and authority as a royal. Bearing the successor selected by Her Majesty, and even having multiple spouses after marriage, are part of those responsibilities.”

“I apologize for the strange reaction, Your Highness.”

I bowed sincerely. It wouldn’t be right to express misplaced sympathy, as it might hurt her pride as a royal. All I could do was create a comfortable space for her, not causing her any trouble. Fortunately, it seemed she acknowledged at least my cleanliness… It was a good thing that I followed Zig’s advice and took a bath before entering the palace.

“I’ve accepted your apology. Sometimes, in your capacity as my fiancé… soon-to-be spouse, could you speak more casually outside of formal occasions? And please, call me Beatrice, no, Bea.”

“Umm… Be…a?”

“Bea is enough.”

“… Bea.”

“Perfect.”

“Hey, Bea… I mean, Princess Bea, am I the only one speaking casually, while you still use honorifics?”

“Ah… it’s not necessary.”

“Then, Bea it is.”

“Fine.”

“Hey, Bea.”

“That’s redundant. Just Bea is enough.”

“… Bea.”

“Good.”

“By the way, aren’t you coming?”

“To your bed?”

“Yeah.”

A moment of silence followed as her emerald-like deep blue eyes stared at me. If she whispered something like that while looking at me like that, my resolve would immediately waver. I struggled against the monkeys raging in my brain and managed to answer.

“Bea, I find you attractive. But I think it’s not today. I want it to happen properly, where our hearts are connected…”

Interestingly, Bea let out a discreet chuckle at my words.

“Lutz, you’re surprisingly romantic.”

“Surprising is unnecessary. If I’m touching your body, I want to touch your heart as well…”

Yes, there are still values or morals from the Showa era in my old world that I haven’t completely discarded.

“Well, Lutz, your debut as a stallion receiving the highest rating is quite amusing.”

“If possible, I really don’t want to be a stallion. But they say it’s a duty of nobility.”

“Well, I’m also bound by the duties of royalty, so it’s a mutual thing.”

Before I knew it, Bea’s tone had become more refined, matching her age. Perhaps we’ve become a bit more friendly… or so it seemed. Was that sentiment unintentionally revealed? Suddenly, Bea said,

“To become closer, let’s sleep together.”