Goddess who descends to earth

Blair almost walked in and made things awkward.

No wonder the door was ajar, he thought and walked away from Aeneas' room.

He had heard that Selah had left in a hurry as soon as her business at the Royal Palace was finished. What business does she has, Blair thinks. She turns out to be visiting Aeneas. Judging by her attitude and what Blair had just seen, it seemed true that Selah liked Aeneas.

Even though Blair and Selah had never been that intimate.

But that wasn't what bothered Blair.

He doesn't know who initiated it first. The fact that Aeneas kissed someone startled Blair. After what had happened to him, Blair didn't think Aeneas would be able to kiss someone. Blair thinks kissing will only make Aeneas worse.

"Never mind," Blair muttered with a smile. If something happened to Aeneas, he could just blame Selah because she was the last woman to see Aeneas.

***

"What is it?"

Selah turned towards Aeneas' bedroom door, which was slightly open. She let out a long breath, suddenly embarrassed. "Looks like someone just now," he muttered.

"If the person leaves immediately, it means he is self-conscious," replied Aeneas casually.

Selah chuckled, then threw Aeneas with one of the pillows. Aeneas, who manages to avoid it, just laughs.

Seeing his laugh out loud like that made Selah secretly relieved. Since earlier, Aeneas seemed to be holding back something, thinking bad things in his mind. It seems true what Azel said; Aeneas' illness is caused by a trauma that Selah doesn't know yet.

Whenever I ask, thought Selah.

"Besides, there's nothing wrong with kissing my fiancee, right?" continued Aeneas.

"Where are sick people kissing, Your Highness," Selah sighed.

Aeneas pointed at himself, then at Selah.

Before Selah could attack him again, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. There was a woman with beautiful pale blonde hair.

Selah hurriedly stood up and greeted, "Selah Dulcia greets Queen Consort Catalina."

Catalina smiled gently and came closer. "Oh, no need to be so formal. Sit back. Sorry because I didn't realize there was a visitor in my angel's room," she said in a melodious voice.

Being close to Catalina like this made Selah's heart flutter. Her beauty succeeded in making her tremble. Her figure truly looked like someone who had stepped out of a painting. The type of beauty that could make one faint.

But apart from that, what made Selah worry was the fact that this woman was the person who had shared stories with her mother. This is Catalina, whose name Helena always mentions in her diary.

She looks so fragile, Selah thought. Her mind automatically imagined Helena and Catalina next to each other. The tall Helena with black hair and a stern face and the small Catalina with light hair and a gentle expression were the opposite, exactly like Selah and Aeneas.

"Hmmm, but you look familiar. Have we met you before?"

Selah immediately glanced at Aeneas for help. She wasn't sure if she should reveal her true identity as Helena's child here. Moreover, he said Catalina's mind was disturbed and often hysterical. If you say the wrong thing, Catalina might relapse.

"Mother, Lady Selah is my love," said Aeneas sweetly. "Isn't it very kind of her to come all the way here to see me? See, Lady Selah even brought me peonies."

"Oh!" Catalina's mind immediately shifted. "Wow, finally, I can meet my angel lover. Glad. You are lovely!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty. Of course, that is nothing compared to Your Majesty."

"God, I'm serious, really," Catalina said, amused. Her creased hand stroked the side of Selah's face gently. "These resolute eyes suit you very well. I like to stare at it for a long time. It seems like I remember a forgotten past…."

Aeneas hastily got out of bed. "Mother, I will accompany Lady Selah until she leaves. Unfortunately, my girlfriend is a very busy woman. It is okay, right?"

"Really?" Catalina looked suddenly disappointed. "Even though I wanted to take her for tea in the garden. I want to hear about you."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," said Selah. "If there is time, I will make time to visit."

"Hmmm, alright." Catalina turns to Aeneas. "Put your coat on, honey. If you catch a cold, your fever can rise again."

"Yes, Mother."

Catalina finally went between by a maid. Selah and Aeneas breathed a sigh of relief at that.

The one just now was quite thrilling. Selah doesn't know what to do if she meets Catalina elsewhere and Aeneas isn't by her side.

"Mother usually only saw me, Blair, or some maids and knights. That's why she gets excited when she meets other people," explained Aeneas. "You must be surprised, right?"

"She's so beautiful, make me can't say anything to her face," said Selah.

Aeneas laughs at this. "My mother will be pleased to hear that." He grabbed his coat and put it on. "Well, people say Mother is beautiful, anyway. Well, what about her son?" he added while posing like a model.

Selah gave him a disgusted look. "I'm getting tired of seeing you," she said, leaving Aeneas' room.

"You seriously say that?!"

Honestly, Aeneas is just as beautiful as Catalina; his face was like something out of a painting. Both of them look so unreal that they are beautiful.

Selah remembers the first time she saw a portrait of Aeneas as a child. That day was when King Tristan showed off his new family for the first time, even if only through a painting. The main painting is a family painting consisting of a stern-looking King Tristan, an expressionless Queen Consort Catalina, a smiling little Blair, and a confused-looking Aeneas. Then in his portrait painting, Aeneas is seen smiling.

He really looked like a tiny doll back then. Everyone stared at him in awe, including Selah herself. A boy with two different colored eyes succeeded in bewitching many people.

Then a few years later, another portrait of the teenage Aeneas appears. The portrait painting was published because it was rumored that Aeneas had died. The second prince never appeared publicly, and the first prince never mentioned his younger brother. Of course, people got suspicious. Especially when it was reported that Catalina was ill.

But that teenage portrait of Aeneas silences all. People alternately talk about the figure of Aeneas, who is like a goddess who descends to earth.

Aeneas in the portrait is cold-faced. His hair was long past his shoulders and his clothes hung beautifully. The earrings next to his ears are especially eye-catching. That said, the earrings were specially ordered by King Tristan. An intricately patterned earring and the finest rubies from the Tullia Mines.

A portrait that had made Helena pensive looking at it for days.

"My late mother would have thought otherwise," Selah said suddenly.

"Huh?" Aeneas parrot does not understand.

"In the past… My mother has been looking at your portraits for days," Selah told me quietly. "She would be happy to see you if she was still alive."

"Oh, really? I think your late mother would be happy to have a son-in-law like me," joked Aeneas.

Yes, maybe it is.

Because it looks like Helena knows more about Aeneas than Selah.