The Reason I Made Her My Queen - Chapter 1

I came to the Fabra Kingdom accompanying my half-sister, Lady Elvira.

By the command of my father, King Carnia.

As Lady Elvira’s maid.

“Nila! Are you there, Nila?!”

“Y-yes!”

Just as I finished carrying in the luggage and cleaning my room in the harem, I was summoned by the head maid.

In the room cleared of others were me, the head maid, and Lady Elvira.

“Nila, you are to go to His Majesty King Ramiro from now on.”

“…To His Majesty?”

“Yes. This is a great honor for you as well. You will serve as his bed companion in place of Princess Elvira. This is a direct order from His Majesty the King of our homeland, Carnia.”

I was dumbfounded by the head maid’s words.

“Sharing a bed, such a thing…”

“What are you so surprised about? That is precisely why we brought you here. The princess is ten years old. She is still too young to share a bed. But Nila, you are sixteen, six years older than Lady Elvira. You should be more than adequate as the king’s companion.”

I was speechless at the head maid’s words.

“B-but… I…”

“Nila, are you refusing this honorable duty? The command of His Majesty the King of Carnia? It is a role befitting you, the daughter of a lowly woman. Her Majesty the Queen of Carnia would also be pleased with this.”

The head maid paused and looked at me.

“This is for the princess’s sake, and ultimately for the sake of Carnia. In a few days, a concubine will enter the harem. It would be utterly unacceptable for a mere concubine to bear a child before the princess. However, considering the princess’s age, this is unavoidable. But we cannot allow our princess to be disrespected because of it. Therefore, Carnia has decided to offer a night companion. The number of nights in the bedchamber is four out of seven days. We can only be grateful to the diplomat who secured these terms. Nila, you too carry the blood of His Majesty the King of Carnia, however indirectly. For the honor of the princess, you must fulfill this duty.”

I could only tremble before the head maid, who looked down on me and gave the command with a cold expression.

I understood that this was already decided.

I had no power to overturn a decision.

I could only nod.

Lady Elvira’s maid, “Nila.”

That is my current name.

My real name is “Petronila.”

Although I am a daughter of the King of Carnia, my mother was a former maid.

My mother, from a baron’s family, was taken by the King of Carnia on a whim, became pregnant, and was made a concubine.

That mother also passed away when I was young.

Since my father had approved, I had no right of refusal.

That evening, I was polished from head to toe.

In the bath, my entire body was meticulously washed, and my nails were carefully cleaned to the tips.

My hair was combed, and slightly hot water was poured over me from my feet to my head.

A wooden spatula was used to loosen every pore, and I was rinsed clean.

At that moment, more than feeling embarrassed, I desperately endured, just wanting to be freed as soon as possible.

After soaking in the tub and warming up, I put on the prepared thin camisole and wrapped myself in an equally thin gown.

Finally, perfume was sprinkled on me.

Apparently, the scent of this perfume has the effect of arousing men.

I wonder if that’s true.

But I had no right of refusal.

I could only accept in silence.

When the door opened, several maids from the Fabra Kingdom were waiting.

They seemed to be guiding me to King Ramiro’s bedchamber.

“My name is Nila.”

I introduced myself to the maid at the door of the bedchamber.

“We have been informed. This way, please.”

I followed the guiding maid.

We passed through a long corridor, went up the stairs, and finally stopped in front of a certain room, where I was shown inside.

In the dimly lit room, a large canopy bed stood in the center.

I was astonished by the opulent bed placed there.

Through the canopy curtains, I could see a figure. Probably King Ramiro was inside.

I gulped. I was going to be taken by the king of this country.

“Your greeting.”

Prompted by a maid standing diagonally to the side, I suppressed my trembling fingertips and gave a ladylike bow.

“My name is Nila. May this night be a pleasant one. I shall serve you for many years to come.”

I managed to greet him with a trembling voice.

Then the bed creaked, and I realized he had moved slightly closer.

“…Raise your face.”

The figure beyond the curtain in front of me gave the order.

At his words, I slowly lifted my head.

“Come here.”

At King Ramiro’s low, resonant voice, I stepped forward one step at a time.

Only a few steps remained to the canopy bed.

That distance felt terribly long.

When I reached the curtain, I instinctively froze.

To me, standing stock-still, a voice came from beyond the curtain.

“What’s wrong? Get in here quickly.”

As if urged by that voice, I timidly reached out.

Just as my trembling fingertips gently opened the curtain, King Ramiro grabbed my arm. With a strong pull, I was dragged in, and at the same time, the curtain was flung open.

Before I could do anything due to the suddenness, King Ramiro’s robust naked body was in front of me.

King Ramiro placed his hand under my chin and made me look up.

The first time I saw King Ramiro, he was beautiful.

Tanned skin, platinum hair, and golden eyes.

The characteristics of the Fabra royal family.

His handsome, rugged features made me unconsciously stare.

“U-um…”

Not knowing what to say, I was flustered, and King Ramiro opened his eyes wide for a moment. Then the corners of his mouth relaxed into a slight curve.

“I see. This is…”

King Ramiro dragged me onto the bed and pinned me down.

“Nila, you had better fulfill your duty.”

“Eh? Ah, yes…”

Upon hearing my reply, King Ramiro covered my lips.

After that, I could only freeze in place.