Chapter 63

"Mimosa, wake up. I know you must be tired, but we've arrived."

"Percival, sir… Oh, I'm so sorry, I must have fallen asleep while getting excited…!"

"It was an unfamiliar carriage ride, wasn't it? It's understandable. You did well to stay awake as much as you did. -- Look, this is the manor where we'll be staying."

"Oh…!"

I pressed my hand to my mouth in amazement as I looked at the manor he pointed out.

The grounds were surrounded by a low brick wall, with roses climbing over it. The late-blooming roses were a deep red, and the greenery was lush.

The white manor was a large bungalow with a part of it being two stories, and red, round tiles lined the roof. Vines covered the entire manor, but it was clear that they were well-maintained. It wasn't dilapidated to the point of leaking or having cracks in the walls; it was a proper manor.

However, what surprised me the most was that I had never been outside the capital before…

There was a forest behind the manor, and some might describe it as having an old, weathered charm, but I knew this place.

"This is the land of Borg, where the story of the female knight you told me about during our first date, 'The Knight of Borg,' takes place. The manor was illustrated in the book, and when I asked Mother, she told me that there was a real-life model for it. I also found out that it's a direct territory of the royal family. Do you like it?"

"Percival, sir!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, I wiped away the tears in my eyes and, with a joyful smile, threw myself into Percival's arms, who was sitting across from me.

The carriage jolted slightly, but I didn't mind. I was truly, truly happy. I was grateful that he chose this place, that he valued our first memory so much, and that he had done the research and made the arrangements. I was so happy that I lost all sense of my bold actions.

"Thank you so much. This is the best honeymoon I could have asked for. I'm so happy. Oh, what should I do, Percival, sir, I, I… I really, really love you."

"……"

"Percival, sir…?"

Perhaps because of my rambling, Percival didn't respond. When I pulled back a little, I realized he was in a state of complete shock.

There were signs that he had tried to embrace me, but because we were still stuck together, Percival showed no signs of moving. Recently, he had become more accustomed to our touches and sweet words, but not this time.

It wasn't until the driver's voice from the front said, "We have arrived," that I realized I was still clinging to him.

Blushing, I gently pulled away from Percival and whispered to the driver outside the door, "Could you wait for about an hour? I'm sorry." However, I wasn't sure if Percival would be back in an hour.

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