RVMPT Chapter 133

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Chapter 133

In my dream, she appeared—together with Maloney. In a place as beautiful as paradise, where yellow flowers bloomed without end, she held Maloney’s hand and looked quietly at me.

We didn’t exchange words, but both their faces were bright, and their eyes were warm.

After a while she smiled widely and mouthed some words.

I couldn’t tell what she said, so I asked her to say it out loud. But she didn’t grant my request—without hesitation, she left with Maloney.

I woke up at once.

Just a silly dream…?

Startled awake at dawn, I sat up blankly. My movement roused Harold; he slipped an arm around my waist and asked, voice half-asleep,

“Something wrong? You’re not the type to wake this early.”

“No. I just had a dream.”

“A dream? What kind?”

“…I’m not sure either.”

Was it an ordinary dream—or something else?

I lay back down on Harold’s arm and rested my forehead against his chest. I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep to the steady thump of his heartbeat, but the dream lingered too clearly.

What was it? I slowly shaped my lips, recalling hers.

After repeating it many times—

Ah.

I realized the words she mouthed were “Thank you.”

Time passed, and the weather finally softened. Yesterday there hadn’t even been a hint of new buds on the trees; today, it wouldn’t be strange to find them.

Sleep weighed down my eyelids, and my head kept nodding.

“…I’ll stop eating now.”

I’d eaten a little less than usual and set down my spoon. But Harold pulled me onto his lap and held up another spoonful of soup.

“We’ve got a long carriage ride ahead. Eat a little more.”

“…”

“Just one more bite.”

Today we were scheduled to travel to the Prolang Kingdom. Yielding to Harold’s coaxing, I opened my mouth and took the soup. One bite became two, two became three in no time.

Whenever I thought that’s enough, he somehow sensed it and softly said, “Just one more,” meeting my eyes. The earnest look made me give in.

Every time I opened my mouth he smiled with his eyes—was I just weak to his face, or was he using his looks on me? …Not exactly a mystery. Obviously both.

Bit by bit, my appetite returned, and I cleared the bowl.

I rubbed my rounded stomach and sighed in contentment.

“Wow, I’m really full. I can’t eat another bite, no matter what you bring.”

“I hear the chef made your favorite dessert.”

“…”

The mouth that had declared no more clamped shut.

“Truly not even a taste?”

“…I’ll have some. You know what they say—there’s a separate stomach for dessert. Right?”

I winked at him; his low laugh joined mine.

“True. As my wife says, dessert and dinner use different stomachs.”

“Hee.”

Pleased by his play-along, I grinned and sipped the neatly prepared tea, nibbling the sweet dessert.

I cleaned that plate too, then flopped back against the sofa.

“Phew. Now I truly, truly can’t eat more.”

“Hm… When we first met, I recall you eating more heartily than now. Lately you don’t eat enough.”

“That was because I was half-starved… I was eating too much then. Now is normal. Besides, I’m eating so well I’ve gained weight.”

“This?” Harold’s brows shot up. He prodded both my sides with his hands.

“Eek!”

I couldn’t suppress the tickle; I flinched and curled my fingers.

“T-that tickles!”

I gasped, fighting laughter, but he kept poking seriously as if examining me.

Eventually I was trembling from the tickles—so I slid my hands to his sides and wriggled my fingers in revenge.

“Unlucky for you, I’m not ticklish.”

“…Unfair.”

Why only me? I pouted, and he curved his lips and gave me a brief kiss.

Heat rushed to my ears, and I tucked my lips in. Then his hand settled around my waist.

“Diana, where exactly do you think you’ve gained?”

“…That’s only because your hands are big.”

I shrugged.

“In this way, you’re like the Marchioness—she always worries I look thinner whenever she sees me.”

“Marchioness Meyer has a sharp eye.”

True, both of them do… though my dress size says otherwise—no, forget it.

Thinking about it would only hurt my feelings, so I stopped.

Since we’d be gone for over two weeks, we split up to do a final check of our work. While I spoke with the butler and head maid, a sudden downpour hit.

“A shower,” the butler said.

“Seems so.”

It looked like rain that would end quickly, so we didn’t think much of it. Indeed, by the time our talk ended, the rain stopped and the sun came out.

I went to my room to change and get ready to leave. When I was finished, Harold came to escort me outside.

Excited for my first trip since coming to this world, my steps felt extra light.

As the carriage rolled and I gazed back at the estate we’d be leaving for a while, I suddenly cried out.

“Wow!”

Spread across the sky was the largest, most beautiful rainbow I’d ever seen. Its very presence made the world more colorful and lovely.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Would I ever again see a rainbow so big and beautiful?

Our trip is starting with good omens already.

If we’re getting this now, how much better will the journey be?

My chest swelled with doubled excitement; a little squeal slipped from my lips.

“Harold, look at the rainbow!”

Wanting him to see that beauty with me, I called and turned—only to lock eyes with his navy gaze already on me.

In that instant, the rainbow faded from my mind; I couldn’t look away from him.

“…”

“…”

Just like that, I realized: even without a rainbow, the person who makes my world rich and bright is right beside me.

Simple, ordinary days—eating together, enjoying tea time, opening my eyes to him in the morning, closing them to him at night. The one and only person who colors that plain life with happiness.

Compared to him, that rainbow wasn’t even close.

I’m grateful this ability was given to me.

I’m grateful I went to propose that deal to Harold.

I’m grateful I could save him.

Warmth bubbling up from my chest spread through my whole body; my toes curled.

I gazed at Harold’s lips, now rosy with life—lips I had made red.

I think I now understood why he sometimes called me “my” Diana.

“Harold, there’s something I want.”

“What is it?”

“You.”

I put the truth in a playful voice.

Yes, it’s childish. But I wanted to monopolize the man who had become the biggest part of my world—not only his love, but everything.

“Diana, that might be difficult.”

“Why?”

Wasn’t he supposed to say of course? Betrayed, I stared, demanding an explanation.

“I already belong to you.”

“…Huh?”

“I told you before.”

He sat beside me.

“As the price for curing me—take me.”

He set my hand on his cheek and whispered low,

“Since then, all of me has been yours.”

I blinked. I never said I’d take him—how could he hand himself over on his own?

Well… does it matter?

I cupped my Harold’s cheek and smiled gently.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

In the carriage leaving for our honeymoon, we leaned in and kissed—neither of us first, both at once.

 The End

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