Survive As The Hero’s Wife - Chapter 2
Now that I hear it, I think my cheeks are a little burning. I thought I was feeling a bit sluggish, maybe it was my fever. Well, having suffered in the cold weather with only a dress to wear, it was no big surprise for the body of a 12 year old girl.
“Give me back my blanket.”
“I’m sick, I have a right to sleep more.”
Cesar, with no more words to say, handed back my blanket. Afraid he would change his mind, I swiftly returned to bed.
This is everyday happiness. I can even use this wonderful bed. High status is the best thing I guess.
“Call me a maid on your way out please. I think I need to take some medicine.”
Cesar nodded in his reply and headed out. Sleepiness flooded in as I closed my eyes. It was astonishing how drowsy I was, given that only 10 minutes passed since I woke up. I must be really sick.
Should I sleep after I take the medicine the maid will bring? My rational side was telling me to take the medicine before sleeping, while my instincts were gently tempting me to sleep right away.
The maid will wake me up when she’s here. I let my instincts take over and drifted away into sleep.
A few hours passed, and I bitterly regretted the decision I made.
I didn’t get along with this world right from the start. Waking up to a world from a novel after a traffic accident, it would have been weird if I got along well.
I knew that my body was dead, and that I couldn’t go back. Yet, it was not so easy to accept that I had to live in this world from now on. After a period of about a year, I was just barely able to accept it. But the letter from the imperial palace I received just around that period was the problem.
However, I had no power to defy the flow of the original novel. I had to find a way to survive inside in its flow. It was fortunate enough for me that I did not become a slave in this caste system. I mean, I tried to think of it in that way.
Anyways, Canaria Easter was a duke’s daughter, and if I could get divorced under agreement with the crown prince, I would be in a good spot to live a peaceful life afterwards. But… it was impossible to be always on the positive side.
When facing a ‘step’ mother who didn’t even hesitate to sell her 12 year old daughter to the imperial palace or getting treated by somewhat rude maids of the palace, at times like that.
I had no parents or friends in this world. I’ve been reminded of that enough times while I was preparing for the wedding. What if I didn’t get involved in a traffic accident and lived in my original world? I would have gotten married to an ordinary man in around 10 years. There would have been no fancy wedding gifts nor any cheers from the citizens. Instead, there would have been families and friends to wish me happiness.
My family. My friends. My life in my previous world.
Suddenly tears started to well up.
‘What were you doing all this time just watching her fall in a state like this? Have you fed her the medicine?’
‘U- uh…… she was asleep all this time……’
‘So you didn’t even call a doctor or try to feed her medicine?’
‘I’m truly sorry, your majesty!’
I could hear a voice in the darkness where I couldn’t see or hear anything. I couldn’t easily make up who the voice was as the voice kept echoing.
So it seemed like the person who got mad was the crown prince…… and the one apologizing was the maid. I didn’t know her name. I was strangely sluggish. I couldn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t even move as if I was paralyzed.
What happened to me? I slowly retraced my memory. So I had a wedding, spent the night with the prince even though we did nothing and just slept, woke up and had a grapple over a blanket with the crown prince……
Ah, yes, I had a fever.
‘Canaria Easter! Open your eyes if you don’t want to be an empress who died from a fever on the day right after the wedding!’
Ah that da*n crown prince……what a nice thing to say. Does he have to speak like that? Yet I have to agree that being remembered as an empress who died from a fever right after the wedding in the history books is pretty humiliating.
‘You’re going to die if you don’t take care of your fever now!’
So he was telling me to get up and take my medicine. I wonder why he’s urging me to do that when it would be a nice thing for him if a consort that he was forced to marry died by herself.
Anyways, wouldn’t I be able to go back to my previous world if I die? I know that hoping that my body would be safe is hoping for too much considering all the blood I lost, but who knows? I might be in a coma on a hospital bed, and I might wake up in my previous world if I died here.
It was probable. Let’s just die here. My mum might hug me in tears if I open my eyes again.
With all the delusions going on in my head, I relaxed, when someone roughly opened my mouth. And in my mouth came a stiff spoon. I tasted something very bitter.
I let out a cough in response. I think I got force fed, but even if it was a world with not much pharmaceutical knowledge, this taste was terrible. Too terrible. Before I could even complain, the next spoon came in my mouth. One more, two more. I couldn’t even taste the bitterness after swallowing it multiple times. A taste that numbs the tongue, what an amazing flavor.
‘Will this work now?’
‘Her fever will be cured, but other than that……
Voices keep echoing inside my head as if a lot of people were arguing with each other. Ah… I had my medicine, I wish everyone could just shut up. My headache was getting worse.
However, in just a moment, all voices stopped and silence took hold.