"Do I have to get married?"
Ella, a Witch Princess, was fighting a war against the humans. To end it, she is married to someone from the Edelin Empire. Her husband is a slaughterer, the Black Reaper. He is a knight known throughout the continent, Du...
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"Nice to meet you, my lady."
"..."
"I look forward to working together in the future."
You know, when my husband said he planned to give the title of duchess to a witch, I thought he ate something weird. I didn't give up on the hope that my life would return to some form of normalcy.
"My name is Emily Duncan. I will be handling your etiquette lessons starting from today."
Now, I wanted to cry because this middle-aged woman appeared in my room. My life truly became a mess. And it was all that man's fault.
Emily Duncan, the woman who bothered me almost as much as my husband. She was a retired teacher responsible for my education. She looked mean because of her eyes, but I sensed the elegance in her every action, even if being elegant wasn't necessary. Ah, she was an example of a true noblewoman. I couldn't help but admire her.
My initial feelings didn't last long.
"Straighten your back! Your arms can only be raised this far! Face forward!"
"Ugh...!"
"You are now a duchess! You must have manners befitting your status!"
She was a strict instructor disguised as a noblewoman. My husband, who wasn't afraid of me, picked a very capable person.
Before I ran away, she dragged me to the library this morning.
"There are five dukes in the Edelin Empire. They are the literal pinnacle of the nobility."
"..."
"Therefore, you must conduct yourself appropriately. A duchess is a flower of society."
Here we go again. I still couldn't believe I was a duchess. A duchess. I wanted to pull my hair out.
Emily, who was looking at me from the opposite side of the table, sighed and closed the book in her hands. "Shall we take a break?"
As soon as she said that, the door opened and a line of maids holding trays walked in. The table, decorated with books and parchment paper, was now covered with three-tier trays containing mouth-watering desserts.
"You can be honest with me. You don't want a witch as a duchess, do you? You should give up," I said.
I failed to get her on my side.
Emily lifted her teacup and smiled as if to tell me to give up. "I am merely doing what my lord wishes. His words are the law here."
Basically, I should just accept it and do what he says.
"Why don't you enjoy what you have? There are many women here in the North who dream to be a duchess."
