Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 – I Don’t Like Northern Men!

Estelle screamed, “No!!!”

Dalia turned around with no dignity.

“What can I do? What’s the difference if you say no?”

“It could be different!”

The princess of the kingdom snorted.

“Yes, things will be different. The size of your property will be different.”

“…”

The Northern Principality. Originally it was part of the border of the kingdom, but it became a divided country. In fact, it was close to the fact that the great king had entrusted the troublesome territory to his brother, but in any case, it was a place that could be called a Brother country of the kingdom.

And Estelle’s father, Viscount Duran, proposed to Archduke Franz, the Grand Duke of the Northern Principality. Alongside a huge dowry.

There was one reason. It was because northern men were conservative.

Because of the cold weather, the northerners still have a culture of being armed and fighting regardless of gender. In short, it means that women are strong. There is also great respect for women who kept and repaired the house while her husband went out to fight.

Anyway, although famous for being blunt and uninteresting, men could not cheat on their wives in the north.

If a married man was found having an affair, the noble had to give up almost all of his possessions and walk out of the mansion naked. In the case of common people…

“They say that the wife is given the right to beat her husband to death for a period equivalent to their marriage?

Well, now it’s just an old custom, but regardless, did it really exist?

Estelle narrowed her eyes as she looked at the giggled princess who casually spit out profanity.

“…Dahlia. I sometimes think. Are you really the heir to the throne?”

“Hey Estelle, I’m thinking about it now, if you can’t get married, you can afford to take care of me.”

“It’s so annoying…”

Estelle collapsed.

The place where the two girls sat down was the princess’s salon. Princess Dahlia’s salon, the first heir to the throne, was usually ridiculously crowded, but today Princess Dahlia cut everyone off for her sudden betrothed close friend.

“But it’s funny that you are marrying the Northern Grand duke.”

Dahlia dipped a precious fruit offered from the South, put it in her mouth, and muttered. She liked how the sweetness spreads out. She took one and recommended it to Estelle, but Estelle shook her head. That’s why you’re slim.

Dahlia glanced down at her arm. It was nice to see the plump, semi-smooth skin. She, a princess, must be healthy. Dahlia put another piece of fruit in her mouth. She was a great heir to the throne who should be an example for others.

“What’s funny?”

“I know that about a hundred proposals have been sent to the Northern Grand Duke.”

“Did you send one, too?”

“Are you crazy? To let the heir to the throne send a proposal to a foreign country.”

“Good for you then!”

Estelle fell down again in response to the blunt answer. Dahlia snorted her nose and laughed.

“Then you must have to take over the position of the Viscount.”

“I don’t like that!”

“You’re a funny girl. You don’t want to take over any work, but you want to enjoy a rich life. Then you should get married.”

Estelle was a pretty and innocent girl. She was a lady who wanted to live a happy life.

It wasn’t that Viscount Duran didn’t think about passing the title and business over to his beloved daughter. However, Estelle only helped the Viscount for a month, and then immediately threw the idea away. It wasn’t a matter of understanding the Viscount’s work or not.

It just didn’t suit her.

The interesting thing is that Estelle really likes the ‘hostess job’. The proof is that Viscount Duran always returned home without any problems. Estelle liked to run the Duran’s mansion and take care of the house.

Changing the curtains of the mansion every season, buying flowers, and refurbishing the laundry room every season. It was not needed for Estelle to ask what the names of the servants were, what they needed, and whose birthday it was tomorrow.

Thanks to this, the average number of years of service for the servants of Duran’s mansion exceeded 10 years. Now, sadness plagued Duran’s mansion because of Estelle’s marriage.

Estelle sighed.

“But?”

“But I haven’t even had my first love yet!”