It was a month later that I first met my marriage partner.
My marriage partner was the one who wanted to meet, and that man consented because I learnt enough about etiquette and culture not to be embarrassing in public.
However, the fact may be that he couldnât go against someone of higher standing.
That man had my marriage partner invest in his business in exchange for one of his two daughters, and he chose me without hesitation.
His beloved daughter wouldnât be the one who would be held hostage, the detestable girl would be.
Of course, I remember that day⊠the day when I first met Orpheus more vividly than when I was ordered to marry him.
That day was also a cold afternoon.
However, the weather was good, unlike a month ago. There were no clouds in the sky, and the bright sunlight shone in the parlour.
That man had said that my marriage partner not only had money, but was also good-looking, and he was undoubtedly right.
Earl Rosenstein, Orpheus Dimitri von Rosenstein is a handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes, and he had a melancholy aura.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, Earl Rosenstein.â
âCall me Orpheus. Please let me call you Ophelia, too.â He smiled lightly and replied in a friendly way when I greeted him while admiring his handsome appearance.
âThen, Iâll do that,â I answered and felt somewhat uncomfortable.
If I look closely at Orpheusâs smile, I could see that it didnât reach his eyes.
His mouth was drawn in a bewitching arc, but his blue eyes were cold.
He shot an icy glance, which was appropriate for his eye colour, my way.
I couldnât feel any goodwill coming from him, and his eyes made me feel the complete opposite of that.
âââ What is he not satisfied with?
That man told me to stay silent about being a prostituteâs daughter.
So, he probably hadnât told Earl Rosenstein either.
The reason why Iâm disliked is probably not because of that.
Is it my impression? Or appearance? Or perhaps both?
Iâm not a beauty.
I prepared myself to some extent, but I felt horribly miserable when I actually saw him look at me like this.
I donât care if the servants of the house hate me, but it was different when it came to my future husband.
I pulled back my stiff smile so that he wouldnât hate me more and stood still while that man and Orpheus talked.
Then, when it felt like an infinity had passed, Orpheus said, âCould I talk with your daughter alone?â
âAh⊠I donât mind⊠What about you, Ophelia?â
âCan you have a proper conversation?â âââ That man glared at me and said.
Honestly, I was worried about being alone with Earl Rosenstein, but I canât refuse. âItâs fine,â I nodded, and that man walked past me. He whispered in my ear, âDonât say anything unnecessary,â before leaving.
âHeâs a strict father.â
Orpheus smiled wryly.
âDid you hear him?â I asked, and he replied, âMy ears are good.â
âMost importantly, your fatherâs voice is a bit too loud.â
âIâm very sorry for showing you something ugly.â
âDonât worry about it. Your father is probably just worried about you.â
I sincerely thought that it was good that my head was facing down since I couldnât maintain the smile on my face.
That man was worried about something else, but I endured this because I would be in trouble if this marriage fell through. I smiled again and lifted my face.
Our conversation continued.
He had excellent conversational skills, and he was also a good listener.
I was weary because he had asked a lot of personal questions, but I had already prepared the answers in advance, so I couldnât accidentally slip up.
âBy the way, I have something to tell you,â Orpheus abruptly said when the conversation came to a pause.
âWhat is it?â I corrected my posture, and he began talking seriously, âYou may have heard about this from your father, but I have a cousin. Sheâs 23 years old now, but she has been living with me for six years because sheâs blind and has no other relatives.â
Of course, I havenât heard about this.
All he told me was the bare minimum, which was that Orpheus was rich and good-looking. That man didnât tell me his age or position in court.
âShe told me that she was going to leave the mansion when I told her that I was getting married. She said that you might hate her. However, it took six years before she was finally able to move around a room by herself. If she moves to a new environment, then she would have to start all over again. If she doesnât have a chaperone, then she will live a crippled life where she canât do anything.â
I finally saw where he was going with this.
Orpheus wants me to let his cousin stay in the mansion after we get married.
He wants me to accept the presence of his cousin, who has an impairment and has no other relatives.
âSix years ago. Did it have to do with the epidemic?â I asked after thinking a little, and Orpheus nodded.
âââ Then, why donât you marry that cousin of yours?
I thought but didnât say out loud.
He might not want to marry her out of sympathy when there is no love involved. Or, he might have preferred to get married to a daughter from a distinguished family instead of a woman with no backing, because it came with benefits.
It was callous, but I heard noble marriages were like this.
For them, love is something they can enjoy after marriage.
And, I had no right to refuse this marriage even if Orpheus loved another woman.
I was that manâs tool, and I had no choice but to obey his order.
âIâm sorry to hear about that,â instead, common words came out of my mouth, but I also meant half of it.
Six years ago, a raging epidemic took the lives of many people, regardless of their rank.
I sympathised with her even though I hadnât met her yet, and I didnât want her to experience more pain than she already had.
âPlease continue to let her stay in your mansion. She doesnât have to worry about me.â
âDo you really not mind?â
Orpheusâs gaze softened when I nodded, and he said, âThanks.â
âIâm lucky to be able to marry a kind woman like you. Iâm so glad to have met you.â
That was probably lip service.
Still, I was so happy to hear them that my cheeks turned red.
I felt that this was the first time someone other than mother had accepted my existence, and I was filled with joy.
âI feel the same way.â
I looked straight into Orpheusâs blue eyes and admired his beauty again.
His snow white face was really handsome, and I stared at it too intensely, and⊠that was when I knew.
The swirling blackness deep in his cold eyes.
A feeling which was close to depression and resentment, which was a characteristic of those who had suffered enough pain to distort their character.
âââ Ah, this personâŠ
At that moment, I realised.
That Orpheus was the same kind of person as me.
He went through a dark past like I had and made it to today.
âââ I see. So, itâs not just me?
A strange impulse welled up within me.
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They were feelings that I couldnât understand nor put into words. It was like we were two sides of the same coin, I wanted to hug him, or refuse and reject him as much as I could.
When I noticed this, I said to control my inner turmoil, âIâm the same as you. Iâm delighted to meet you, Earl Rosenstein.â
I curtsied slowly and thought that I wouldnât mind marrying this person.