Chapter 70: His Majesty’s Miscalculation (1)

After she had gone, Ernest went into the garden where he found her hair ornaments and shoes. They must have been the source of the strange sounds he heard while she was crying.

He wondered about the facts of the matter.

The next day, he asked Matthias. He had been correct about her being the second Lady Reinfeldt.

Amber had introduced her potential fiancé to Leticia, but he fell for Leticia at first sight.

That wasn't Leticia's fault, in truth, but from what he had come to know about Leticia, he thought she would have likely said something that made Amber look bad in front of others and would have also batted her tear-filled eyes at her sister's beau.

But on the other hand, a man who fell in love with a woman with a husband was a fool as well.

Amber had been devastated.

Though a part of him felt sorry for her, another part of him was darkly happy.

It was a shame that a man was deceived by teary-eyed words that invited sympathy while disdaining a pure and clever woman.

But Amber' beauty could not be appreciated by such crass men.

More importantly, there was absolutely no man who loved and needed her more than himself. (Zuben: stalker tendencies activated) He was deeply relieved that she had not become such a foolish man's wife.

But a problem arose.

Maybe it was because she had been heartbroken at a royal ball because Amber did not attend the Royal ball the following month. And Ernest could not attend the balls held by the high nobility due to security issues at the time.

When she had not attended, he had been filled with hopelessness when he had not seen her in the ballroom and Matthias had told him she had not come.

Feeling a keen sense of bitterness, he raised a beast-like roar. (Zuben: A bit melodramatic don't you think?)

But he was desperate to see her; he wanted to see those strong eyes. But he had to be patient. He had to push that intense longing that about made him rush out into the night.

He waited for two months; staring at her shoes. He waited for three months; enjoying the scent of her hair on her hair ornament. Thinking about her beautiful tears that night, he waited four months. Remembering her pure heart – he could not wait five months.

In the meantime, Ernest masturbated.