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Born into a marquis house, given an education proper to its status, she has grown up beautifully. Her beauty is well-known even until the royal capital.

To go to university, she moved to the royal capital, and on her debut in high society, the King saw her and made her the royal concubine.

The King has always dreamt of a young (big breasts) and beautiful (big breasts) concubine, so soon they had a baby.

That’s it.

When I think about half of my life, it always ends here.

I had always been the center of the world since I was little.

Even so.

As soon as the prince is born, everyone looks at the prince and prince’s black hair first. Then look at me, and praise the prince.

The prince’s hair is blacker and more lustrous than anyone’s in the royal family, and it fascinates everyone.

I feel like I have become the prince’s accessory.

It’s not that he’s not precious to me. It’s not that I don’t love him.

It’s because he is precious and I love him that I live my days hiding these pent-up feelings with all my might so other people won’t find out.

My only relief is the King’s favor. The King looks at me. It’s the only thing I can’t afford to lose.

I bear in mind my position as a royal concubine and support the King alongside the Queen.

Ten years. I somehow passed through it.

Ten years. I was treated not as myself but as the prince’s mother.

‘Is there something you’re dissatisfied with,’ nobody understood me.

The more I try to explain, the more people call me selfish and arrogant behind my back.

In such a state of mind, I gave birth to a second child.

It’s the first princess for the King.

The princess, who has black hair like her older brother, was doted by the King, and finally, I became the one who sees the King least.

To regain the King’s interest, even if it’s only a little, I wear expensive dresses and accessories on my body. I polished my skin and hair.

My time, effort, and money spent on my pursuit to become more beautiful are for naught in front of the princess who grows lovelier every day.

And then, before I know it, those who only see me as the prince’s mother started to look at me in disdain.

The extravagant concubine

The King and the Queen also started to criticize me more often.

Even if I understand that I couldn’t accomplish anything, I couldn’t stop pursuing beauty. I’m scared of what would happen if I stopped.

Only bad rumors about me spread around.

My chance to appear in public is gradually reduced.

The frequency of me seeing the King is lessened.

I feel that my standing is getting worse and worse.

If I wear a dress that could show my beautifully polished body, they will say I’m vulgar, but if I behave obediently, no one will talk to me.

If it’s like that, I would rather be the extravagant and vulgar concubine. A dark, depressing feeling has been inside my stomach all this time. I can’t stop feeling irritated.

A letter from the King that finally came after a long time told me that I should rest in my hometown for a while.

My hometown is far from the royal capital. If I leave, the King will surely forget about me.

Even when I’m resting at my parents’ house, my frustration didn’t go away. The people in my hometown, who never had any chance of seeing black hair, gave more attention to the prince’s hair blatantly.

The young princess can’t be helped, but even the innocent prince is also kept away from the royal capital. I feel that the Queen is involved in the back.

I have always supported the King, but just because my son’s hair is blacker than the first prince born from the Queen, some dumb nobles made a new faction supporting the second prince to be the next King.

My son criticizes me who don’t have the conduct appropriate to the royal family with his cold eyes. My daughter only dares to peek at my always irritated face.

My son has become 15 years old, and my daughter 5 years old.

Haven’t decided on a fiancee at this age is unusual for the royal family.

As to distract myself and to kill time, I hid my royal status, participated in the neighboring nobles’ tea parties in the name of having a look at fiancee candidates in advance. We got discovered early from the prince and the princess’ hair. But laughing at the nobles’ flustered faces and saying mean words as if giving an additional blow when we were found out have distracted my irritated feeling.

In the middle of that, I heard the rumors of the Stuarts’ tea party.

The first in the country, the wealthy Palace territory’s lord is searching for fiancees.

It’s far to Palace, but for the extravagant and vulgar concubine, it’s the place she wants to get along with. If the only daughter between the three siblings become the prince’s fiancee, the money I can use may increase somewhat.

Like smashing my calculative thought, my participation got turned down. But a few days after that, I heard rumors from the invitees.

“The eldest son George-sama is such a wonderful child who has been active in monster hunting at 15 years old of age. He has skills and is very masculine. He is a reliable child who takes good care of younger children.”

Or

“The eldest daughter Emma-sama has an obedient personality and seems shy, but she tried her best to entertain the invitees. And that figure of her is so lovable it makes one wants to protect her. More than anything, her smile is unthinkably cute. Cute in any way. Incredibly cute.”

Or

“The second son William-sama is a transient pretty boy. The mothers and maids who accompanied the children all fall for him.”

Or like that.

Unrestrained and clueless children couldn’t have such good rumors at the main tea party. But, no matter how many rumors I gathered, there was not even a single ill-spoken word.

The false letter where I lied about my social status might also be turned down deliberately. The Stuart count family is such a house that could manipulate information this perfect.

I would certainly like to meet them.

・・・

With a good chance, I happened to get information that Arban Stuart, who was supposed to be in the royal capital, was staying in the neighboring Kiary territory.

I immediately sent out my messenger to give him my message.

If I do it like this, they won’t be able to turn me down, right.

Shortly after, a written invitation to the Stuarts’ tea party came.

I arrived nearly an hour late, like・usual.

Count Stuart came out to greet me.

I felt something is out of place here. Without knowing what immediately,

I spoke sweetly to Count Stuart in front of the countess, like・usual

.

I also felt something is out of place here.

The mansion’s size and flashiness are not worthy of the wealthiest lord in the royal capital, but the solid and neat structure gives off a good feeling.

I was guided to the hall, then when everyone lifted their faces after I dismissed their bow, I finally realized what felt out of place.

Around 20 children and their accompanying mothers and maids were looking at the prince like・usual. They stare at the prince’s black hair intently.

In the middle of that, only three children with the same shade of blond, who seem to be siblings, were looking at me.

They were not looking at the prince, but at me with the expression like those that were looking at the prince.

It’s probably the three siblings from the Stuart family, right.

And also, I realized that just then, Count and Countess Stuart looked at me first without looking at the prince’s black hair.

Only the Stuart family looked at me.

It’s the gaze I’m pursuing for since the day the prince was born.

Catching their breath like seeing the most beautiful person at the moment they see me.

The nostalgic feeling of those days.

The Stuart count family give me an admiring look.

It’s only that, but it has slowly and gradually satisfied me.

I am now recognized as the genuine Rose Alicia Royal as an individual, not as the prince’s mother.

After that, the three siblings came to my side, ignoring my son and daughter.

The eldest daughter Emma, who was rumored to have an obedient personality, praises my beauty with great vigour.

Even if her older and younger brother on her both sides warn her, she doesn’t lose heart and continues to praise me from a viewpoint that does not seem to be a child’s.

That appearance was so cute that I couldn’t stop laughing.

How many years has it been since I last laughed genuinely from the bottom of my heart?

Even though I thought that I hadn’t laugh since when and even forgot how to laugh.

There is one thing for sure.

The eldest daughter Emma Stuart is unthinkably cute. Cute in any way. Incredibly cute.

When I ask ‘Emma, do you want to be my son’s wife?’ playfully,

“Pardon me, but rather than the prince, I want to marry Rose-sama!”

She answers like that.

Really cute.

She is too cute for my son.