Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Caesar Gallope
The first time I saw him at my first prom, I've wanted a story prince since I was a little girl, and I thought he was my prince because he's perfect. Totally in line with my imagination.
He has short blond hair and blue eyes.
He was wearing a child's dress, and when he smiled gently at me with a neat face, my still small chest tightened and made a very hard beating.
"I am Caroline Terrace, the second daughter of the Earl of Terrace." I introduced myself.
"My name is Caesar Gallope, the eldest son of Marquis Gallope, can you dance with me, pretty lady?" He said to me in a sweet voice.
"Yes, I would be delighted." I answered in nobility mannaer of a lady.
As the daughter of Maison Terrasse, I have been trained in house etiquette and dance from an early age, and have managed to contact him without a hitch.
To an aristocrat, a woman was an instrument for giving birth. Even so, as an aristocratic woman, she was supposed to have top class manners, manners and upbringing.
If you are a man, you must have the spirit and courage to go to the battlefield.
We were recognized as typical nobles, and as role models among them, we were recognized by the people around us and we were accepted as their wives.
I am overjoyed. The aristocratic society is full of power, intrigue and all kinds of deception, even more special when there is obstruction, conspiracy, and interference from people around.
'However, if they show it to the public, they will enjoy it. More importantly, it was a trivial matter, so of course they wouldn't cause trouble if it was just a dance.' I thought.
It was at the engagement party. He and I quickly left the hall and talked on the balcony of the house.
Sky full of stars.
It's the kind of night where the stars seem to be congratulating us on the future and cheering us on.
He was fourteen and I was thirteen. A pleasant spring breeze swayed in the dark night, gently stroking our hair as it passed.
"I will become a successful general," he said. "You're a lucky woman, Caroline, to be able to see it up close. You should be proud of yourself."
"Yes, I am." I said, while I smiled to him with a gentle smile. It's a beautiful spring evening, and I really want to be here to talk about love, but my favorite fairy tale is just that, it's just a fairy tale.
There's no way a model noble like him would do such a thing.
A knight who talks about love and protection of women is something I admire, but I can only see him as a weak man who can't do anything but protect a woman.
A knight is a noble man, one who wields a sword, uses magic, invades another country's territory and performs a military feat or defends its borders.
He defends his territory, name, and property, not his wife, his wife instrumental in maintaining his lineage (but still the mother of his wonderful children, so she has a higher standard than his people), and his people are her property to pay taxes.
It's normal. So while he might mind his own income, it was unnecessary for a noble to take care of the individual needs of the people, especially if he couldn't contribute on the battlefield.
"Oh, by the way, have you heard of the third son of House Damwood?"
"No." I answered and I shook my head.
I faintly heard the story but pretended not to know to the my future husband. It is the mark of a noble woman.
"When he was twelve, he wanted to fight for the first time but he just ran away from them, he didn't even cross swords with the enemy." He said.
"Oh," she said, eyes wide. As far as possible.
"That's stupid. The first battle usually takes place on a battlefield where there's no risk of death. However, if you're a man of my level, it's not so easy."
"Yes, you're right, Caesar."
The battlefield where the third son of the Damwood family was sent was not called a battle, but a battle to clean up a newly invaded city.
I was told that in such a case the guerrillas would appear, but they were almost wiped out, and all that remained was a sparse enemy and the sight of a battlefield.
It was a battlefield that couldn't even be called a battlefield to experience.
'This knowledge was passed on to me by my sister.'
I heard it was his first battle where the third son of the Damwood family got scared and ran away when he saw the dead body.
"As a man and a noble, that's outrageous," Caesar said with a hint of fury in his voice.
In addition, the Third Son is said to be interested in things that should be left to the thugs, such as building farmland and people's outer walls as well as improving their hunting equipment. It's fine if he's the third son, but if he's the eldest he'll be in trouble.
Like my sister who swings her sword like crazy and crosses the battlefield... That's why I made myself Caesar's partner.
"After such a disgraceful performance, he can never go to war again, but then what's the point of living like a noble if you can't go to the battlefield?"
"Yes, so do I."
"I'm glad you're a knowledgeable woman."
I'm glad my sister didn't force me to be her fiancée. There's no way you can't tell that's what he thinks. I'm just returning the passing bow.
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