In a Political Marriage, Isn’t It Normal to Treat Your Fiancée Well? - Chapter 12

My new fiancé has been decided—the son of the Seljuk Margrave family.

True to the Margrave family, which prospers from their mines, my older sister remarked, “They’re quite shrewd over there.”

Since the political marriage was arranged under the royal family’s leadership, I thought deciding on a partner would be difficult, but it was settled surprisingly easily.

“Beatrice, congratulations.”

“Thank you, Sister.”

“The son of the Seljuk Margrave is sincere and diligent, unlike those twins, so you can rest assured.”

Sister, are you perhaps involved in this engagement?

Is it beneficial for the royal family, or for the Landolt Marquis family?

No, I should stop digging deeper.

Poking the bush might stir up a snake as they say.

“…But are you really alright with this? With me marrying away?”

“Yes, it’s fine. Our family still has Katarina. Even if Katarina marries, it won’t be a problem. As long as one of us three children becomes the heir, that’s all that matters.”

“I see.”

In Sister’s case, I doubt the royal family would let go of their child…

No, I should drop it.

This might also be Sister’s considerate way of not worrying her younger sister who’s about to marry.

“I’m looking forward to the wedding.”

“Yes.”

All I could do was nod at my sister’s words.

No matter how I think about it, my wedding will likely be held in the Seljuk Margrave territory, but are you planning to come?

…Huh?

Her Majesty the Queen?

Or both Their Majesties?

No, I should stop probing further.

“Sister, take care.”

“You too.”

We exchanged an embrace.

It’s lonely to think we won’t see each other for a while.

“Beatrice, be happy.”

“…! Yes!”

Sister, I… will be happy.