Mateylda

At the dining table, a glass of flower tea was served warm, until it became cold without steam. She still waited without moving an inch.

She knew it was futile, but she did it anyway.

The sun was halfway across the sky, Dave was still in the pavilion. While the girl waited hungrily at the dinner table that had been served.

She wanted to be angry, but everything else was outweighed by her fear of the marlin. The queen of a once powerful kingdom that was now on the verge of collapse.

Marlin himself is the 8th successor who is currently in charge, he only wants to maintain his bloodline, but as the kingdom is nearing its end he needs support, by various means he must make the last descendant woman of his marry into the surviving royal family. Although not necessarily the biggest but at least intact, he chose from the madoga kingdom. He thought carefully.

It would be difficult if she chose a successor from the senataria, so that was a possibility.

As she approached the pavilion, with her troublesome dress Matylda finally arrived with great effort.

She knocked on the door, but received no answer, her fingers brushed firmly against the swaying door leaf, she peeked briefly, it was dark inside. Matilda became curious and stepped inside slowly, until her whole body was inside the duke's room.

Somehow, she began to search for light. Groping slowly, the sound of objects being stuck was heard alternately.

The whole room became bright, but at that moment dave with his sexy appearance was seen by metilda.

She turned her face red with embarrassment.

"I don't think I invited anyone." she said clearly. "What is the need for you to be here?" his foot stepped closer to Matilda who was still glancing but focused on a single object of interest.

The duke's whole body was wet, he looked like he had just taken a bath. His hair was disheveled, and the water that fell impolitely on Matilda's face caused her shirt to get splashed.

Her eyes followed Dave's gaze, but when she realized that, she quickly flipped the photo on the nightstand near her bed.

It had been there for a long time.

Mateylda saluted then. She stood up straight again with an annoyed look on her face.

"I know my duke, but as a wife I must always salute you when in the palace." she said in a soft tone.

Hm.

The voice that momentarily greeted Matylda's ears indifferently.

"Tell me if you long for my caresses, my wife." He hung his sentence in the air by listening to his girl's face.

It sounded like he was begging her.

"When you're done, hurry to the dining table, I've waited almost all day without eating." his words were quite firm this time. and ended up leaving Dave's pavilion.

How could he not be annoyed by the treatment let alone the duke's offensive words. It sounded condescending.

She knew that the crown prince would come to her at any given moment, where she was drunk and would proposition her without consent. Not just once had it happened between the two.

It was useless to talk to her or tell her to, until nightfall and even the dishes had changed three times with different menus but she waited alone at the serving table.

She didn't know how she was going to respond, she had been waiting all day for Dave with hunger pangs.

She had promised Marlin that she would be a good person no matter how many times her heart was broken by the crown prince's treatment.

Don't cry or feel burdened this is how it should be.

The next day, she again waited for Dave's arrival at the serving table. They should indeed enjoy the meal as a couple. But that was just a wish of hers and would never materialize.

Tired and sorry. The waitress was sympathetic to her. A worthless wife, that's what she was called in the waiter's circle.

She has to wear troublesome clothes and always smile. Everything that clung to her was beauty but her fate was very poor.

She didn't give up, even after three months of Dave's return to the palace, the two of them only met once on the day of welcome.

She was a poor wife, having to wait at the serving table to enjoy a meal with her husband.

Her daily life didn't change. She would fill her stomach with a glass of milk without eating, and she did so even though her body had become quite thin with pale skin.

Although the waiter insisted on eating, she still waited for breakfast together with the crown prince.