Novel Bin Chapter 127.2
“When I was twelve years old, I got engaged to His Majesty Walter…At that time, I went with my father, brother and mother, who was still alive, to Fabrania to greet him. Back then, His Majesty was still a prince…”
“…”
“Aren’t I disgraceful? I was so excited at the time that I couldn’t help but dress up in a way that was ill-fitting…”
Rishe’s eyes narrowed at her words.
“Sigh, no matter how many times I reminded myself, I still didn’t figure out my own worth. I’m a fool, and I couldn’t possibly be dressed up and look like a beautiful doll. Why did I ever show His Majesty my bad eyes that caused people discomfort? I often wonder to myself, hehehe…”
She laughed dryly, as if to deceive her wounded heart.
So, Rishe spoke.
“…It is the one who hurts others who should be ashamed, not the one who is hurt.”
Harriet’s shoulders shook with astonishment.
Harriet must have quoted what His Majesty the King of Fabrania had said.
Rishe resisted the frown creeping up her face and continued.
“Harriet-sama, what did you mean by having a bad eye?”
“I-I find myself squinting and frowning or glaring at the people around me…I didn’t mean to do that, but I unconsciously strain my eyes. Thus, I often come off as angry or scary…”
“…”
Rishe had a hunch that her assumption was right.
“Thank you. For this next question, I would like to ask something about Harriet-sama’s childhood.”
“Y-Yeah…?”
“When you met, when you were all dressed up. — Were you a little happy?”
“!!”
Harriet gasped.
“I-I, No. What I remember is that I was really, really embarrassed…”
Harriet bowed, and Rishe took her hand in a soft, enveloping grip.
“…Harreit-sama, did you feel the same way when you were a child?”
“….N!”
Her small lips were pursed tightly together.
Harriet hunched down fearfully and whispered in a whispery, almost weepy voice.
“…No…”
She uttered mutedly.
“I was shy…but I wasn’t embarrassed. I was nervous, but just a little, for that person. I was hoping that he wouldn’t detest our marriage.”
“Harriet-sama…”
“In fact, I-I’ve heard that His Majesty really wanted to marry the Princess of Garkhain, but that fell through.”
This unexpected information surprised Rishe. However, Harriet’s issues were paramount at the moment.
“…Harriet-sama, you didn’t always dislike dressing up, did you?”
“…”
Harriet’s hand that Rishe was gripping trembled.
“I-I think it’s unseemly. Even the current me, with my disheveled hair covering my face…my bare face is almost the same.”
Harriet took her time voicing out and mincing her thoughts.
“Anyway, the mere thought I can dress up and change…is still shameful.”
“Harriet-sama.”
“I know it very well. I’m terribly presumptuous. How embarrassing…”
Rishe gently removed her hand from hers.
And instead, she caressed Harriet’s head softly.
“R-Rishe-sama?”
“Please pardon my impertinence…I’m sorry I made you tremble like this and share to me something so painful.”
Rishe felt like Harriet blinked behind her bangs.
“Even if I’m trembling, it’s a great relief that there’s someone patting me on the head.”
Rishe was reminded of how Arnold stroked her head when she was afraid of ghosts yesterday.
Harriet’s blonde hair was still well groomed and silky to the touch.
“Hmm, strange, isn’t it?”
Harriet was nonplussed and gaped at her in surprise.
“I feel safe.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
When Rishe smiled in relief, Harriet bowed and spoke in embarrassment.
“…Rishe-sama, um, why are you doing this to me?”
“I’m sorry. But I just couldn’t leave you alone.”
“Eh…”
Rishe smoothly stroked her golden hair.
“If you don’t mind me saying, Harriet-sama.”
Under Harriet’s stare, Rishe flatly commented, “――――Your eyes are dry.”
“…Huh?”
Harriet couldn’t believe her ears.
But it was neither a misheard or a misspoken.
With clear intent, Rishe clarified it again to her.
“They’re probably absolutely dry. You probably read whenever you can find the time and stay up late reading by candlelight, right? If anything, you’re in the middle of your bridal training, plus the head maid seems to be very strict. Hence, you probably read by moonlight so that people won’t notice that you’re awake. Did I get it right?”
“M-My God, h-how did you know?!!”
“When people concentrate on their task at hand, they blink less often, and the surface of their eyes tend to dry out. Moreover, there are these bangs. Not only is it very stressful on the eyes to have objects in close proximity to the eyeballs, but it can also cause minor scratches.”
Harriet grew paler as Rishe seriously educated her.
Perhaps she got the idea.
“Try it, Harriet-sama. Can you keep your eyes open and not blink for more than ten seconds?”
“No, I can’t. T-That’s impossible!”
“Ordinary people can keep their eyes open with no problem at all.”
“!!”
Rishe reiteratied to Harriet, who appeared shocked.
“When the eyeballs are dry and suffer fine scratches on the surface, they are more susceptible to glare. In addition, to keep the eyes from drying out as much as possible, you have to limit how much you can open them. Do you have any idea what this means?”
“C-Could it be…”
“That’s right. Your brow furrows, and you frown unconsciously.”
Rishe remembered. When they were walking in the city yesterday, Harriet tended to keep her head down.
It was probably part of her personality, but that probably wasn’t the only reason. In the port town of Vinleys, the walls of the city were painted white, thus reflecting the early summer sunlight.
It must have been too bright for her eyes.
She was probably looking at her feet, which had little reflection, to escape the irritation as much as possible.
“I have a bit of a background in pharmacy…I hope that I can be of some help to Harriet-sama’s health.”
“Ah-eh, t-that’s…”
“Do tell, Harriet-sama.”
Rishe looked into her eyes through her bangs and smiled.
“If you want to be fashionable, but feel embarrassed to even wish for it ―― For the sake of your health; can you be brave enough to use this reason as an opportunity?”
“…”
“Elise.
At Rishe’s call, Else stepped forward from the door where she was standing.
Elise placed the box beside her which contained a few dresses that she had just ordered from the Aria Trading Company.
“Excuse me, Harriet-sama.”
“Oh! Oh wooow!”
A faint squeal echoed fragilely in the guest room.