Other intimacies

It's soon to be the Kingdom's birthday, which will bring in some neighboring royal guests. It was true that she would again feel special treatment from Dave.

Ever since it had surfaced she had been deliberately preparing the clothes she would wear with the crown prince.

Long ago, during Dave's increasingly busy schedule, Mathilda stole the opportunity to measure his body while he was sleeping together. 

Every time it happened she tried to record it in her personal notebook. Obviously Mathilda was very happy to do so, she didn't have to bother her husband when she was holding consciousness.

The embarrassing incident when she had to strain her eyes when her body was battle weary to measure Dave's thighs, and immediately wrote it down in the notebook.

She kept doing that until it was all over.

Her pleasure was worth appreciating, when she had finished everything with a tired body.

The next morning, Dave had to wake up as early as possible so that he could attend the meeting of the royal congress that was suddenly informed of the genocide in Dessie. A region far away from him.

It was not necessary to interfere while the powerful eastern kingdom was still in line.

Just as he was getting ready with everything, Matye called out to him softly.

"Dave, are you going to come back quickly today." his question rang out.

Hm.

He didn't answer for sure, just chanted from inside the cavity indifferently.

The door to her room closed. A sign that the man had left her maid's room.

Either he would return to the palace or spend the night in the pavilion. 

Don't tell her to sleep there, she did, but the next morning she was in the palace rooms fully dressed with nothing missing.

That was the first and last time she did that, who knows what would happen if she repeated it a second time.

Today she was smiling happily, looking good on herself, satisfied with her actions.

Time well spent, she had to bring her results to the royal court soon.

Joyfully following her body being measured to have a dress made according to her choice and they will wear the same dress at the royal birthday party.

The foolish girl who began to dislike him, the tailor smiled at how the crown prince's wife was trying. She was so happy to do so, that the servant wondered what kind of appreciation the duke would give to his wife.

What a romantic couple.

To fill her day, she started practicing the tanggo dance with the maid, even though it was difficult and she sprained her foot a few times she still needed to do it with more effort.

The maid who was with her was happy with the queen mother's positivity.

The day was coming up when she had to meet up with Dave, her hands full with a neatly wrapped dress for Dave. She ran happily in her dress that she was going to show the crown prince.

Her excitement forgot about manners, as she barged in, she overheard the conversation of some people in the room.

"I still vividly remember this scent, it's too distinctive for you." The words greeted Matye's ears clearly and they seemed to be facing each other intimately.

"Since you said that I have never changed my perfume scent, and sure enough you remember it Dave." He replied to that sentence with a warm joking tone. "Is this the suit you're going to wear to the birthday party tonight." The question got a nod of the head from Dave.

"Isn't this what you wore last year at the barracks after the inauguration." The girl in front of him began to probe.

"I only wore it because you said it suited me well." The flattery line complimented her change.

They should be doing this too, shouldn't they?

A relaxed warm conversation.

When she realized it, he glanced at her along with the chatrine.

"What's wrong." he asked as usual. Matye felt something strange but he quickly showed the clothes on his body.

"Sorry, I don't think this is the right time." He had to pay his respects to the friend who was talking to Dave. His steps walked backwards slowly.

He just needed to walk to the pavilion, and put his clothes there. It was impossible to show in front of people who looked at her strangely. She was annoyed. Aren't they the ones who look weird, why? Why is it the other way around. This was bothering her.