Lady to Queen

"..."     

"And if you catch a cold this way, You are going to blame you."     

"..."     

"Go on ahead. What are you doing? Did something actually happen to your head?"     

"..."     

Patrizia was on the verge of bursting, seeing him as a doll that didn't move, but soon grasped on to her emotions and took off the shawl she was wearing and covered him with it. She didn't forget the detail to cover his hair meticulously.     

She wondered why she had to do this when she was not Rosemond, and felt guilty from this but had no choice in the matter. She felt like she should just call Rosemond right now and take His Majesty to her, but that just couldn't happen right now. Patrizia took off the thin muslin she was wearing and wrapped her head with it as she told him.     

"Go ahead."     

"..."     

"Your Majesty!"     

It was crazy. This man must have decided to let himself die. Or perhaps, did he want her to catch a cold here? Get a cold and die? Patrizia did not hide her frustrated expression and shouted at him.     

"The rain is getting stronger. If you want to catch a cold, get it alone. Don't worry an innocent person about this."     

"... "     

Patricia grabbed onto Lucio and his hands, who still stood there silently like a stone as if she could no longer bear to see it. Even if she left him behind, she had to throw him away in an alley where many people passed, and if she did leave him here, she would have to take responsibility.     

She continued to mutter internally, 'I'm crazy, I'm crazy,' as she used her strength, she constantly dragged him forward. Strangely, he moved lightly by her hand, which was different from usual. When finally out of the garden, Patrizia looked up into the sky. The rain that started late at night didn't know how to stop.     

Patrizia looked down this time and stared at Lucio's face. It was still an expression that looked like a screw was missing. How in the world could a person go this crazy like in such a short time? Patrizia made an expression as if she could not understand anything, and asked him a question, "I don't have to take you all the way to the Central Palace, right?"     

"..."     

Still silent. She was going crazy. She was really curious at this point if something had really gone wrong with him. She asked as if rushing him, "Can you speak a bit, Your Majesty? Are you trying to kill me by making me feel this frustrated? Or you're thinking, let's all die from the cold, is that it?"     

"..."     

She was going crazy. Was he always this frustrating of a person? She decided to act without asking anymore. If both were to remain in this position, they were more likely to catch a cold.     

She wanted to take this man straight to the Central Palace, but the distance to the Central Palace was too far for that. In the end, she decided to choose the option that she didn't want to choose the most.     

"Once you go to my palace, you can leave after letting your body dry. It would be a big deal for both of us if we continue like this."     

"..."     

Once again, there was a silent answer, but this time, Patrizia inadvertently dragged him to the Empress Palace. Naturally, the ladies and maids of the Empress Palace reacted with surprise, firstly because she had appeared with the Emperor, and the second, because they were both wet.     

Regardless of those gazes, she dragged him to my room. Naturally, Mirya asked how this had come to be with a startled look.     

"Your, Your Majesty… What in the world is this …?"     

"Explain later. Light a fire in the room and bring out dry towels and tea, please. Generously."     

"Yes, I understand."     

Mirya responded with an urgent expression, while she took off her shawl from Lucio, who was still wearing an expression like a dead person. Naturally, it was extremely wet underneath. He also seemed colder because he happened to be only wearing pajamas.     

The thin silk had gotten wet and clung to the body, revealing his curvature. However, Patrizia didn't care much about that, and she took off the muslin dress that she had been wrapped up in. Of course, the dress clung tightly on her body as it was so wet.     

"..."     

While the other person didn't seem to care, Patrizia was still embarrassed, so she thought she should change clothes as soon as Mirya returned.     

Fortunately, Mirya and the maids brought in the items she had asked for earlier than expected, and soon dried the Emperor up, following her instructions. Patrizia told Mirya to bring some clothes she could change into and carried a bunch of towels to the dressing room.     

Shortly thereafter, Patrizia was dressed in a dry white dress, and while touching her wet hair, returned to her room, where she saw Lucio fast asleep without a care. Patrizia was shocked at this, and asked Mirya, "Why in the world is His Majesty sleeping in my room, Mirya?"     

However, Mirya only shrugged her shoulders with a sheepish face, as if she also didn't know that far. No matter how uninterested she was in this man, it was impossible to force a person awake when he was asleep so deeply. In addition, the rain kept coming without showing any plans to stop. After a long sigh, she instructed Mirya, "Mirya, move His Majesty to the bed."     

"But what about Your Majesty? Where are you going to sleep?"     

"There is an empty room next door, right? I can sleep there. Do not worry. Oh, please light up a fire in that room."     

"I think you both could sleep together..."     

Mirya wanted to elaborate that the bed was large, but her mouth was soon closed shut by Patrizia's gaze. Regretfully, Patrizia had no intention of sharing such a bed with him, at least not now.     

It would be enough to spend the night together with him in one bed to produce an heir later on. She spoke to Mirya with a tired expression.     

"Please take care of His Majesty. So that I don't need to worry about this room. It's been raining a lot, so he may get sick in the middle of the night."     

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will do that."     

After that, she left her room without any care. It seemed to be almost like an act of evangelism, so she didn't feel very good about it, but it was unavoidable. In any case, even this Empress Palace was owned by the Emperor if one was to speak strictly.     

With a tired look, she laid down on the cold bed in the next room that had not been lit with a fire yet. Right now, she felt like she had caught a cold, so it was important to fall into a deep sleep tonight.