A few months pass.
We visit and are visited.
Mostly lords and ladies. Coming to show their allegiance to the count.
I am just a figurehead. I sit through the meetings. Chatting with the wives.
Learning about how they came to be married. How many children. What their house looks like. Just the little things.
Some arranged. Some love. Some with many children and some with none.
Houses large and houses small. Some traditional and some western. Like ours.
Many speculate at the fact that we have no little ones.
But Count has barely even talked to me.
More lately than before.
How long will this space last?
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
