It was normal for people to be different. Fabian didnât refute, however, and waited for the next words from Evelyn. Since he was sure, she wasnât simply asking for pleasantries. And Evelyn reopened her mouth, as expected.
âYour Majestyâs childhood, how was it?â
Fabianâs face was hit by an unexpected question with a mysterious light.
âIâve never heard your story when you were young â¦â¦â
âAbout my childhood â¦â¦?â
He didnât know what the question meant, but Fabian tried to answer as honestly as possible, âI think it was boring â¦â¦ I felt like I didnât have the time. I think it was stressful in several ways.â It was a really Fabian answer, an answer that didnât deviate from expectations. It was the childhood of a prince who grew up in a Dukeâs family.
âBefore you got the Emperorâs education?â
âHmmâ¦â¦ I didnât have such a thing because I was the only successor.â
Evelyn nodded this time. The only successor to the Empire was entrusted to Dukeâs family, who had a long history. He rew up and trained in thorough etiquette, Royal studies, and martial arts, and was crowned at 16. So, the question of what kind of childhood he had was a bit strange.
âYour Majesty, you grew up with Sir Serus. Didnât you have fun when you two played together?â Evelyn asked, ââ¦â¦have you ever played?â She was always curious if, in his childhood, there might be at least one good memory.
âMaybe onceâ¦â¦.â
âHmmâ¦â¦â Fabian retraced his memory, but nothing came to his mind. âI donât know if I have any memories of playing around because I was busy learning.â
The person who talked about it was calm, but Evelyn looked sad, âNo wonder youâre a successorâ¦..â
Instead, Fabian looked up at Evelyn and said, as if he were soothing her, âIt wasnât that sad, the whole thing was fun, it was a little boring, but ⦠it didnât bother me.â Fabian didnât know why he was making excuses, but Evelynâs face was so sad that he felt he had to say something.
âThe Duchess who raised me is a good person. I wasnât unhappy at all. I was raised as a noble successor.â
âYes, Duchess Perth is a nice person. Itâs a relief.â
Fabian was somewhat relieved when Evelyn opened her mouth again. Honestly, as he spoke about his childhood, he didnât know why her eyes looked sad, something he never thought before.
âYes. My childhood was fine.â Fabian said calmly, but Evelyn felt sorry looking at him.
Who would say that his childhood was fine? At least not where Evelyn was born. Even though there may be children who werenât happy, they managed to have a decent childhood.
However, Fabian, who had lived as an Imperial successor since birth, unaware of the difference. And it broke Evelynâs heart.
âWhy, you suddenly ask me that?â
Evelyn herself didnât know. Perhaps because she felt sympathy for Fabianâs inevitable birth. What was certain was that she couldnât imagine if Adrian having such a childhood.
No matter what, she couldnât send her lovely child to such a place. No matter how much sympathy she felt for Fabian, there was no instinct stronger than motherhood who wanted to keep Adrianâs smile.
âIf you had a childâ¦â¦That child would have grown up that way, right?â
Fabian nodded casually. He never thought deeply about his children. It was close to the one who couldnât afford it.
âThat alone makes me a reason. After all, I think the divorce was right.â
â······Why? You were married me, the Emperor.â
âYes. I know itâs ridiculous grievance. I was too young at that time. I could only think of myself. I didnât look to the future.â
Itâs only natural at Evelynâs age. Back then, she didnât think about a childâs childhood that she hadnât yet given birth to. Especially when she had just fallen in love.
âI donât know why itâs wrong.â
âBecause I wouldnât have been able to adapt myself to the Empire until the end.â
It was a mistake to think it was a problem that would be solved over time. The problem was that Evelyn was optimistic that she could start a family with love because they had the same race and the same words.
But there were such different values, unfamiliar and cold manners, and Evelyn was always an outsider.
âYou did well,â Fabian said.
âBut until when should I have done it?â
Evelyn couldnât stand the attitude of the nobles who looked at her with cautionâs eyes. She could barely adapt to the strict Imperial etiquette. Moreover, the matter of heart, affection, and love wasnât a component that could be sacrificed at all.
âIf I had a childâ¦..If, according to the Empireâs custom, I had to let him go to someone elseâs arms without being able to breastfeed him⦠Could I have endured that sadness?â
Before returning, Evelyn had sent her child away twice. Before they were born, she had a miscarriage. It was very painful, when a small life that she had never seen the face, that hadnât even become a child, had just vanished. Because of that, Evelyn couldnât send a child that she had given birth to and held in her arms.
âBut it hasnât even happened yet and itâs not actually sad. The child will grow up, and he will always be your child.â
Evelyn smiled sadly at those words. It was this difference in values that couldnât be penetrated by any cultural wall. Fabian didnât think that his childhood was miserable, so he thought that his child could grow up like that.
âYes. The Empire or Your Majesty can do that. But I canât. I canât stand it. Thatâs what I realized.â
She knew this only after she gave birth to Adrian and held him in her arms. Never, even her life was cut off, she couldnât lose this child. There was nothing more important in the world than that. And Evelynâs fate was determined at that moment. Her most precious being had been decided in her life.
âIf itâs your child, itâs also a precious child to me. Thereâs no way Iâm going to make the child unhappy.â
âBut if he were your successor, would you raise him like Your Majesty?â
There was no other answer from Fabian. He didnât even know his child existed, so she couldnât expect his answer. Evelyn knew it, but she couldnât help but feel the pain of her heart.
âI,â¦â¦â
âYour Highness, do you see the tree?â
Silently, Evelyn cut the silence between them. A huge, beautiful tree was seen at the tip of her finger. âWhen I was seven years old, I climbed the tree and fell ⦠I still have a tiny scar behind my ear.â
Fabianâs expression was perplexed. His look seemed to be wondering why she was suddenly talking about trees.
âWhen I was six years old, I drank the water with my mouth in the fountain, and my father scolded me a lot. Why did I love to play pranks so much?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âAfter that, I secretly drank the water again, and Iâve had stomach pain, and Iâve been scolded again. I thought my father wouldnât know if I was lying, but thatâs the childâs misconception.â
A long-cherished smile bloomed on Evelynâs mouth. Her smile was so beautiful in Fabianâs eyes that she couldnât stop talking.
âWhen I was younger than that, I cried all night because I was sad because the snowman I made with my mother for the first time melted and disappeared. There was a time when I hid my busy fatherâs shoes. I was chasing birds with a stick for a while, and I fell down and cried out sometimes.â
There were so many memories coming to her mind just in this small place. Fabian stared at Evelynâs side face, immersed in memories. It was a scene he had never seen before, and he could see the warmth in Evelynâs eyes.
âI told him I wanted to be a hunter, but he scolded me again.â
Fabianâs mouth, which had always tightened, was softened without knowing it.
âI was so tired of crying, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, there was a toy bow at my bedside. My mom said it was a present from the fairy who visited my room.â
â·······then?â
Fabian was immediately fascinated with the story of Evelyn. A smile unknowingly spread when he imagined that Evelyn, young and small, was energetically running around the garden. Back then, she must have been a lovely girl.
âAnd then I got scolded again because I wanted to be a fairy.â
There was low laughter.
âShe was a weird kid, wasnât she?â
âShe was a funny kid, and she was really sweet and adorable,â Fabian said, laughing. If their marriage wasnât broken, there would have been a child like that between them. Suddenly, the corner of his heart was aching.
âYeah, I laughed, I cried and I got a lot of scolding, but I was happy. It was a childhood that I could enjoy just once in my life,â Evelyn said, looking at Fabian. âYour Majesty, can your child grow up like that?â
Fabian couldnât answer.
âDo you know the heart of a child, who grew with the love of her parents?â
âEvelynâ¦..â
âItâs not your fault.â
That was the saddest part of it.
âThe Empire, Your Majesty is not a bad thing. Itâs just so different from the place where I grew up.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Evelyn was a woman who wasnât supposed to love the Emperor from the beginning. She had already seen the bright and clear sky, but I couldnât be happy in a beautiful cage.
âI canât be happy in the Empireâ¦.But Your Majesty is the owner of the Empire, so you canât leave. I was a foolâ¦â¦. I shouldnât have married Your Highness from the start â¦â¦â
âNoâ¦.I donât want to hear thatâ¦..Whether wrong or different, I donât regret marrying you.â Fabian looked at Evelyn with heavy eyes.
âIs that so?â
âYeah, even though weâre divorced now, I donât regret it.â His black eyes were hoping for the same response.
âNeither do I regret my divorce.â
The misery was swallowed together as Fabian breathed in.
âAnd I wonât regret it in the future.â Evelyn spoke calmly and stood up. She couldnât say that she didnât regret marrying to Fabian.
âI see. â¦.Is that all you donât regret?â
â······Yes.â
Evelyn met this man, and she loved him. A miserable and vain end came, but a miracle turned back the time, and she was able to hold the child of her beloved man. Both resentment and regret were washed away at that time.
âI see.â Fabian swallowed the pain in silence. âThank you for the story.â He didnât know what expression to make, so Fabian raised his body too. Then he stopped trying to say something and turned his back on her first. And Evelyn saw his back only with her eyes.
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That way, Fabianâs back figure completely disappeared from her sight.
âThank you for listening to meâ¦â¦â
Evelyn was whispering to herself. The stories she could tell, and the stories she couldnât tell, had to be buried in her heart.
With a piece of a secret she couldnât tellâ¦â¦..that, she didnât regret marrying him.
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