The Reincarnated Princess Spends Another Day Skipping Story Routes: Volume 10 (eBook)

Bisu (Autor)

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2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Heart (Verlag)
978-1-7183-8416-3 (ISBN)

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After marrying Sir Leonhart, swapping out her title of princess for duchess, and relocating to the Prelier region of Nevel, Rosemary is about to embark on a new, exciting journey: She's going to be a mother! Though her pregnancy isn't always easy, Rosemary has the support of her beloved husband, her family, and her household. However, she soon realizes that in order to secure a stable future for her domain and her child, she needs to improve her image and gain more allies in high society. Thus, she prepares to attend a royal soiree in the capital to network with the nobles and advertise specialty merchandise from the Prelier region. At the soiree, Rosemary must withstand stares and scrutiny that make her queasy-not to mention the nausea of morning sickness. And along the way, she meets some new faces that could spell trouble for her family... Can Rosemary overcome her hesitance and successfully invite prosperity to Prelier?

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The Reincarnated Duchess’s Respite

I have an ideal image of a pregnant woman. She sits in a nice, sunny place while crocheting, and from time to time, she rests and places her hand on her stomach, a tranquil smile gracing her face.

That Virgin Mary-esque picture was what I envisioned.

Obviously, I didn’t think I could be like that. I, a woman labeled a wild boar by her own father, could never be so presumptuous. However, I hoped to converge toward that ideal, even if only by a little.

After forming a loop with the wool yarn, I pulled yarn through with my crochet hook. I repeated the same step over and over until I had made a small circle, and then I stopped. I released the breath I’d been holding and looked up at the ceiling.

“I don’t think crocheting is my thing,” I muttered to no one in particular.

I knew this. I had known before I’d even picked up the hook. I did not have dexterous fingers, and I’d always been horrible at the compulsory subjects typical of noblewomen—like embroidery. As a matter of fact, I had avoided homely activities like crocheting and sewing in my past life too. I liked cooking, but I was strangely inept when it came to needlework.

I had thought my pregnancy would be a good opportunity to conquer this weakness, but it wasn’t an easy endeavor. I was too hung up on not making any mistakes and kept unconsciously holding my breath. Because of that, even crocheting the tiniest chains consumed a considerable amount of time. On top of that, despite my efforts, the finished product was extremely mediocre. I’d lost count of how many times I’d unraveled and restarted.

Maybe it’d be better to leave this to the pros, I thought in resignation. But then I frantically shook my head. It’s too early to give up. And don’t think about how babies seem happier with store-bought goods either. I somehow rallied my dejected emotions and gripped my hook once more.

I drew a deep breath, as though I were about to dive underwater, but right then, someone called out to me.

“Excuse me, my lady.”

It was one of my maids. She was supposed to have been waiting upon me from a distance near the doorway, but the next thing I knew, she was right beside me. She hesitated for a moment before resolutely continuing.

“If you’d like, how about a short break? Excessive overwork will strain your body.”

“A fine idea. Why don’t we warm up some milk for you?”

“We located some sweets that are popular in the capital. We shall bring them out as well.”

As soon as one maid spoke up, the other two chimed in to back her up. I wasn’t feeling particularly tired, but it was difficult to say no to them. I put on a slight smile and asked them to do so. The three of them beamed brightly at me and nodded.

I feel like leisurely crocheting in a nice, sunny room is a break in and of itself, but oh well. Let’s not think about it too deeply.

Ever since it’d come to light that I was pregnant, everyone in the duchy had become extremely high-strung. If I tried to hold something or if I quickened my pace, voices crying for me to stop came from every direction, and someone would rush to my side.

In my opinion, they were going too far with the overprotectiveness, but seeing as my husband was the lead instigator, no one could stop it. At this rate, I had the foreboding feeling that I would become unable to do anything by the time I gave birth, but I hadn’t yet devised a way to stop them. I knew they were worried about me, and I didn’t want to disregard their kindness.

“My lady, where shall we prepare the tea?”

“Hmm? Here is fine.”

The maid, who had been merrily readying the tea, suddenly stopped. At a loss, my three maids exchanged glances, urging one another to speak up with their gazes.

Why are they reacting like that over where I’m to drink tea? Generally speaking, I enjoy having tea outside. Given the season and weather, the garden gazebo would be the perfect spot. However, everyone is worried that I’ll get chilly, so I’ve put a pause on outdoor teatime. Once I reach my stable period, I think I should get permission for short stints outside, though.

Finally, one of the maids yielded to the intimidating stares of the other two. “Please pardon my impertinence, but, um...” She trailed off timidly. “Perhaps you could invite your husband...?”

I tilted my head to the side. “Leon? But he’s working.”

“Erm...”

Since my condition made me prone to anemia, I was currently taking a break from work, per doctor’s orders. Hence, Sir Leonhart was acting as the head of the duchy and had taken over all my responsibilities. My plan was to remain on vacation until my health stabilized and then help where I could without overdoing it. As things were, I wouldn’t be able to do anything if I hung around him, so the least I could do was keep my distance from the office. I didn’t want to be a hindrance.

When I hear discussions happening, I can’t help but want to join in. Staying away is an act of self-restraint.

“Besides, he came to check on me not too long ago.”

“Yes, that’s right.” My maids, normally elegant and eloquent, sounded evasive now. They looked like they had something to say but were hesitant to speak their minds.

Perhaps it’s a topic that they can’t bluntly broach with their boss? It’d be ideal if I could solve this by reading their expressions, but I’m sorry to say, I haven’t a clue. Judging by their faces, my maids want me to invite Sir Leonhart for tea, but I don’t know why. He comes to see me whenever he has a spare moment from work. In fact, he was here a mere hour ago. I’d be interfering with his work if I invited him for tea.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” I said.

“A bother? On the contrary, it’d be the opposite,” one of my maids said quietly.

Confused, I looked at her with wide eyes. I was about to ask her what she meant by that when, as if on cue, someone knocked on the door.

“Yes? Come in,” I said.

There was a short pause before the door swung open. My husband stepped through the doorway wearing a sheepish smile.

“Leon? Is something wrong?” Surprise took over my face for a split second before I reined in my expression. It hasn’t been long since his last visit, so it must be something urgent. I mentally prepared myself for whatever trouble our territory was in.

Sir Leonhart’s eyebrows drooped as he struggled for words. “I was wondering what you were doing.”

His words were so far from my expectations that they threw me for a loop. I almost blurted out, “We just saw each other!” but I hastily suppressed the urge. Sir Leonhart will probably feel down if I say that. I have no grounds for assuming that, but I don’t think I’m off the mark, given that sad puppy look on his face.

He walked up to the sofa where I was sitting and took a seat next to me. I put down my yarn and crochet hook on the table, and he gently enveloped my hand in his.

“Leon?”

“I’m fully aware of how pathetic I am, but...” Though he fumbled to find the right words, he still pressed on with determination. “If it wouldn’t bore you, could you sit in the office?”

“Huh?”

“I’m so beside myself with worry that I can’t focus on work,” Sir Leonhart said in a defiant tone. He still found it embarrassing to admit, and a light blush dusted his cheeks when he saw my dumbfounded expression. The way he looked down and away was oddly sexy—it was a feast for my eyes.

“Does she feel unwell? Is anything ailing her? Is she bored and upset because she’s confined indoors? Such questions plague my mind, and I can’t make any progress at all.”

We’ve been apart for less than an hour, and he’s already thinking all that? Joy from feeling loved and surprise that he was being such a worrywart clashed inside my heart. All the while, I felt conflicted—his concerns indirectly proved how little poise I had as a person. The memory of when I’d fainted in front of him likely still lingered in his mind.

“Won’t I be a nuisance?” I asked.

“Not at all,” he replied without hesitation. “If anything, I’ll make more progress if you deign to stay by my side.”

His aide and my three maids nodded behind him.

So this is why my maids were so keen to suggest I take a break with Sir Leonhart. He’s been coming to check up on me every one to two hours, and I thought that was excessive, but what if he’s been coming to my door more than that? Imagining him loitering in front of the door before dejectedly returning to the office made me giggle.

“Then I will do as you say,” I said.

“Thank you.” My beloved husband gave me an adorable, boyish smile.

We moved to the office, our hands intertwined all the while. Sir Leonhart led me to the area for guests near the window. The dark-brown low table was a masterpiece carved from a single slab of wood that had been harvested from a walnut tree over a hundred years old. It was devoid of any ostentatious decorations, and its simplicity highlighted its elegance. The leather chesterfield sofa beside it was a deep coffee brown...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 11.12.2025
• Reihe/Serie: The Reincarnated Princess Spends Another Day Skipping Story Routes
• Illustrationen: Yukiko
• Übersetzer: Esther Sun
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: age gap • female protagonist • Isekai • Josei • Light Novel • reverse Harem • Romance
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-8416-5 / 1718384165
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-8416-3 / 9781718384163