6. Newlyweds
After the wedding ceremony and the reception, I arrived at the residence of the Duke of Visconti, guided by the servants.
'Now I have to stay here.'
I've been invited several times already, so it doesn't feel that unfamiliar to me.
Most of the Visconti servants who came to meet me were old acquaintances, and my father sent the servants who served me as they were, so the only thing that changed was the residence.
I was even relieved the moment I threw off all the heavy dresses and accessories, but when the maids started to apply plenty of perfume after bathing, I fell into a strange tension.
‘It’s like this again, again…’
I was probably exhausted from making a fuss throughout the wedding, but my heart started beating like crazy again. It wasn't just that I didn't cross the Maginot line, and I and Isidore weren’t very polite either.
___‘Maginot line’ here has the same meaning as ‘the last straw’; the last line from which you can’t back down. Crossing the Maginot Line means that you have gone as far as you want to go.
‘Was it the difference between accidentally letting the atmosphere flow like water and doing it in an atmosphere where everything is perfectly arranged?’
Such an awkward process that almost all newlyweds do.
‘Isn’t that great?’
You must have poured all your physical and mental energy into the ceremony and reception, but even the first night...
‘If I didn’t have divine power, I might have fallen asleep while taking a bath.’
Would it have been better to just sleep? No, that's a little sad...
While struggling in the chaotic flow of consciousness, servants brought a light purple negligees.
‘It's a dress with very clear intentions and goals.’
After quickly putting on a long gown on top of an unfamiliar piece of cloth that wrapped around my naked body, I walked towards the bridal room with a creaking gait like a rusty machine.
As I pushed through the slightly open door gap, I saw an elegant and antique bedroom.
There was a large bed in the center of the room, which was covered in warm sepia-toned darkness, and a subtle light from candles streamed down over the blankets and sheet, creating an atmosphere of secrecy.
“You’re here.”
Isidore's low voice suddenly called out the mind.
I swallowed dry saliva involuntarily at the large silhouette that could be seen through the large bed curtain.
“Oh, hmm! I'm here.”
You’re not the blunt head of your life, and ‘You’re here'. It was the first word without romance at all.
___Actually I’m a bit confused by the words ‘You’re here or I’m here’, since the results from MTL are also a bit confusing. I’m not sure which one of the two words is correct, so I just go with my instinct. Sorry if this ends up wrong.
‘Driving me crazy.’
“I’ve been waiting.”
He walked toward me, speaking in a laughing voice.
He, too, was wearing a long silk robe, but the sunken collarbone and hard chest were clearly visible, so for some reason there was nowhere to look.
I struggled with awkwardness about which direction to put my eyes, how to shape my mouth, and where to put my hands.
