‘Matilda…’
A
voice called in a whisper. She awoke to her cheek being caressed. In the bright
glow of the full moon and the light of the candles; the person on her bed is
well illuminated. Leandroth.
Why
was he here?
Was
this another perverted dream?
Most
likely. She gave a fleeting smile. He
saw her small smile but did not reciprocate.
He frowned at her, ‘I heard you drank poison,’
Matilda
gave a tiny almost indiscernible nod. What did it matter, it was not an
interrogation. How come he knew about her country’s secret poison? Ah yes, it
is a dream. Her head was woolly, she couldn’t think.
‘Do
you not want to be my wife so badly?’
She
nodded.
This
was a political marriage. She had no choice but to obey the decisions. But that
wasn't the reason she took the poison...
She
wanted to rest.
‘…Matilda,’
Even
so, her true desire was impudent. She wanted to laugh at the hypocrisy/irony.
She
wanted someone to worry, somewhere at the bottom of my heart. She wanted
someone to look for her – somewhere in the corner of her heart. No. That was
not true. Not in a deep down corner but with her whole being, she wanted to be
needed.
To
be needed by whom?
Her
father, the King. Her Father.
She
started to cry.
Luckily
this was only a dream; she did not have to worry about Leandroth seeing her
like this.
Matilda
cried, all the tears she had suppressed and endured, she cried.
She
began to sob loudly, dream Leandroth hugged her tightly. Even though it was a
dream, it was still rather nice. Her dream was nice.
Now
if she had a dream about father, it would be good.
While
she was crying, her dream Leandroth said incomprehensibly,
‘Matilda, no matter
how much you think you dislike me, I will make you my wife!’
Huh…?
She stopped.
‘I
will not let you cry, you are my wife. I will not return to governing until you
are well. I will not let you escape from me for the rest of my life!’
She
peered at him through tear drenched lashes, ‘Aren't
you a dream?’ she asked dozily.
Leandroth
stared at her, confused. His eyes widened as he began to comprehend Matilda’s
mutterings.
‘Dream?’
‘I
am dreaming, right. This is a dream and you are not really here.’
Because
she thought she was dreaming, she let herself cry. She closed her eyes and
opened them again. Leandroth was still there looking at her.
‘Eh~?!’
No
way, this is real?! She
looked incredulously at him.
‘…Did
you think you were dreaming of me?’ He asked
Matilda
slowly nodded.
‘Whispering
so persistently, you caressed me?’
Matilda
nodded without thinking about the question, but then noticed it was odd and
tilted her head to look at him.
Whispering?
What?
‘I
thought that I had a nice dream, but ...’ he said vaguely as he pulled up the
covers around him. Matilda thought this scene was a tad strange, as she jerked
back from him. She felt a thick hot lump pressed against her body.
‘Um…’
Heavy!
She
tried to exclaim, but stopped when there was a tremendously long sigh from
Leandroth, ‘It’s…’ he whispered in her ear.
‘A
dream, is it?’ he said swaying a little. It was a little scary. But the
weight was slowly pulled away but he had a smile on his face that looked a bit
lonely. He held is arms up to her and pulled her into a hug, making her sit
between his legs. He held her tenderly and asked,
‘So
tell me why you are crying…’ he stroked her cheeks, wiping her tears. It was
too embarrassing to confess that she was crying because she wanted her father’s
love and attention. She turned her head away.
‘Because
of me?’
She
shook her head.
He
smiled at her sweetly and asked, ‘Is it because of your father?’
Why
are you smiling here?
‘Is
it because you love your father very much?’
Her
eyes widened at that.
‘Did
you think your father abandoned you?’
She
did not nod. From the start, none of her effort was needed by her father. Leandroth
held her face in his hands. They are bigger than her father’s, firm and
callused hands of a sword user. She could not answer or nod. She stiffened her
body as Leandro brought her in for a kiss.
‘First
of all, I am sorry. I didn't want to do such a thing because I wanted you get
to know me better, and so I could know you better. I didn't want you to suffer,
but I couldn't help myself.’
Such
a thing? Was this about the first night she arrived? Her face grew flushed,
‘I
am really sorry but it wasn't a dream...’ he said.
Matilda
looked at him in shock, he looked quite sheepish.
‘I-I
thought I was a pervert, I thought something was wrong with me…’ she said, the
words coming out with a burst of courage, ‘I was convinced that I who was having
such lewd dreams was disgraceful.’
He
gave a sad smile, his expression a bit lonely as he asked, ‘Tell me the truth,
do you not want to marry me?’
His
expression was grave. She worried about her reply, but Matilda turned from him
and said,
‘I
do not know,’ that really was the truth.
‘I
see,’
She
turned back to him to see him smiling gently, ‘That…your
Majesty,’ she began to say,
‘Leandroth,
I want you to call me Leann.’
Why
are you so gentle? She wondered as she looked up at him. His gaze was warm.
‘Your
Majesty,’ she began again, making Leandroth laugh, ‘after some thought, I don’t
think that carrying out my duty as the Empress is hateful.’ Leandroth had an
expression of dissatisfaction on his face.
After
so long it is true, trying to kill one’s self it is not hateful when one sees a
bleak future. She gave a self mocking smile
‘For
now, let’s not think about our respective roles.’
‘What?
Why?’ She asked her head tilted to one side
‘Why?’
He replied, apeing her head tilt, ‘Why do you mind marrying me?’
This
issue was something she had wanted to let of her chest.
‘Marrying
a lewd ugly woman like me does not benefit the Barenshiaga Empire or you.’
‘Benefits huh…’
‘And
if you were planning on having a mistress, would it not be better if we weren't
too close, and calling each other by name comfortably?’ she said, as a nervous
sweat filled her palms. She did not want to care whether he took a mistress, or a whole harem, or had his heir with another, it didn't matter. If she wasn't
allowed to die, she wanted to live quietly and graciously.
But
she did not want to suddenly be abandoned, wondering why she wasn't needed
anymore. His kindness to her was just a poison. She did not need affection made
of lies. She did not want it.
‘Therefore,
it would be better if you call me “Empress” and I keep on calling you “Your
Majesty”.’
‘You
surprisingly do not listen to what people are telling you,’ he said laughing, ‘You
don’t want to have anything to do with the empire or the Emperor,’ his laughter
made Matilda frown, ‘but,
the person I have desired for a long time is within my grasp.'
Matilda’s eyes
widened as Leandroth’s words begin to sink in.
‘If
the one I desire comes, I have to make them Empress, do you not think?’
Matilda
tilts head in confusion and Leandroth mirrored her.
‘Well
I welcomed them. I have welcomed you.’
What
about all those ladies in the courtyard?
‘Well,
I do not need it,’ she protested. It is painful.
Leandroth
pointed at Matilda, ‘I need it.’
‘Ehh?’
‘I
need you, Mattie.’ He said smiling brightly at her.
‘Me?’
‘You.’
‘You
mean me?’
‘Yes,
you.’ (Zuben: It couldn't be. Then who?...No1 stole the meat from the cooking pot)
His
smile was dazzling; Matilda could not take her eyes off his handsome face. It felt as though she was being enchanted by a being with strange powers. Such a feeling
was convenient.
‘Please
understand this; I have no plans to have a white marriage with you. You will
not be returning home for I am not letting you go,’
‘So
you will accept it, and accept me.’ He said his voice deep and seductive.
Matilda
was mesmerised by Leandroth. She did not notice as he turned her and lay her back
on the bed until he covered her with his heated body. He began to kiss her
working his way down along her right shoulder.
‘We
have about a month and a half before our wedding so it should not be too bad if
you get pregnant before the day. It is within a tolerable margin, don’t you
think?’ he said seductively as he slowly peeled her night dress off her shoulders.
It
is not a tolerable margin of error at all, she cried inwardly.
‘Let
me make love to you.’ He kissed her, taking her breath away, making her dizzy.
His right hand cupped her left breast from over her night dress,
‘Soft.’
He crooned, smiling through his kiss. It was a joyous smile…Incredible. He drew
down her clothes to reveal her breasts, Matilda watched the man who would become
her husband caress the mounds of fat that she’d hated for so long, happily.
Words
from Zuben:
If some sentences are jarring and slightly
incomprehensible, it is because they were entirely incomprehensible.
Yay!
The misunderstandings with Leandroth are somewhat clear at least, and she can
stop this mopey idiot nonsense she was doing. Funky time is funky. As I am
editing this I am on the bus hoping the bus would teleport me home because my
bladder is full and I am also full of enough air to fly me to Burma! Not good.
Not good at all!
Let me know of any typos if you would be so kind x
So he did try to bang her on the first day o.o
ReplyDeletethank you and hope you didnt blast the bus.
He didn't try; he -succeeded-.
DeleteNice to see a male authority figure with a measurable EQ for a change.
Commenting because of the pictures instead :P
ReplyDelete3 dudes with the same girl, these are pictures from an otome game, I'm sure.
Now Google will tell me what game is this.
Thanks for the translation yo.
what's the name of the game?
DeleteWand of Fortune according Laexdream below.
DeleteThanks for the translations! I'm from Burma haha come come fly to our country haha
ReplyDeleteI fled from campus just to read this story at my home..... Thank you for the translations!
ReplyDeleteHaha! Hope it was worth the run. Thanks for reading :)
DeleteAll these Wand of Fortune pictures lol xDDD At least you included Alvaro~
ReplyDeleteOkay... this is the 5th novel I'm reading on your blog. You're doing a good job, Zuben and I personally enjoy your comments; maybe because they sound very Nigerian. Way to go, girl!
ReplyDelete(ง ◕ั⌑◕ั)ว ⁾ *:゚*。⋆ฺ(*´◡`) LOL!! Dear Anonymous, you must be nigerian yourself! You caught me; I am an old Naija gerl, a total agbaya.
DeleteTsc no início do sexo o capítulo terminou(não vim aqui só para dizer isso?)
ReplyDeletePrimeira novel que o mal entendido é esclarecido tão rapidamente,mas infelizmente como o tom depreciativo,do último capítulo, meio que pegou neste ficou um pouco difícil curti
I kinda understand her depressed attitude, despite having come here for the smuttie and (Zuben's snarky comments....that i love).
ReplyDeleteShe was raised to accomplish a role, that is - the be the next ruler of her country. However that was taken from her, and without anyone to rely on and her low view on herself she finds herself aimless. She just learnt too many things, that is clearly a reflect of her void. She lacks passion in what she does and she finds herself isolated.
She will not change so easily now, she is 26 - an adult with an already formed POV on her and on her surroundings. Changing is difficult after your character is formed.
But i hope for the best. I hope he can clear the path and she can finally move onto deciding her future (for herself and not what others pushed on her).