The Duchess of the Attic

This is the South Tea Party Room.

"Thank you, Beth"

Opal faintly breathed when Beth showed him into the room.

The whole wall on the south side there is glazed outside the window frame, and a very bright and sunny day like today can even be an illusion like being outdoors.

I guess the wall color is also due to the new green color.

And there were two reception sets in the room, the chair fabric and desk were white and I felt very good.

Some windows are open so a refreshing breeze also comes in.

Opal realized there was someone in a single-handed chair on the shaded wall when he leaked an exclamation as to whether there was such a nice room.

Due to the size of your body, it's not Hubert.

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt?

I knew from the signs that they weren't asleep, so I spoke softly as I approached them.

Then I slowly looked at the face of the person I turned around and thought Opal was still there.

"No, it's okay. I was looking outside because it's a beautiful day."

"You're not going out there? You'll always be walking in the garden, won't you?

"It's not a walk. I can't walk. So, you must be Hubert's wife, huh?

"Yeah, you knew. Please call me Opal. And you must be Mr. Stella, right?

"Correct. I knew you knew me. You'd have seen me from the attic a lot, wouldn't you?

Stella, shaking her golden curly hair and giggling, has a small body and is really like an angel.

But Opal noticed that there was a mean light behind those blue eyes.

So I haven't spent three years in a mean social world.

"I'm sorry to disturb your time, but I'm going, right?

"Why? You're meeting Hubert here, aren't you?

"You know me well, don't you?

"Guys, your rumors are something you do well. If you clear your ears a little, you'll hear them talking in the hallway and out the window."

"Yes..."

I know you're bored if you're physically incapacitated, but you still can't eavesdrop.

But Opal tried to turn his heel back without paying attention.

"You took Hubert from me. If it were true, I would have been his wife. You bought Hubert for dirty money!

"I'm sorry you didn't have the money."

Opal calmly answered Stella's words of contempt as well.

Then suddenly Stella starts crying hard and coughs up.

Suddenly, when Opal was distracted, Hubert came in with momentum and ran over to Stella.

"What's up, Stella? Calm down and take a breath. Yes, now throw up slowly... suck..."

By the time Stella's cough had healed, Lady Northam and the maid following Stella came and made noise.

Another servant takes Stella out of the lifting room.

And as soon as we were alone in the room, Hubert hit his anger on Opal.

"What the hell did you say to Stella?

It's not a big deal.

"You can't be! I can't believe Stella's so upset... Oh, it must have been a shock to Stella, even if it wasn't a big deal to you"

"Really?"

"Anyway, I told you not to see Stella!

"I had enough when I came to this room. There's nothing I can do. You shouldn't have let me out of the attic if you were so worried."

"What..."

For Hubert, Stella was always supposed to be taking a nap at this hour, not expecting to meet Opal.

Hubert thought she was finally going to apologize when Opal told him she needed to talk through Beth.

So I thought this room was better than a stubborn study for her, too, but it's all ruined.

Besides, while keeping Stella in so much pain, Opal also has no color for reflection.

If you think so, the anger that's about to subside comes in again.

"I'm deeply disappointed in you. Because while you're hurting Stella so weak, you don't have an apology and you're not even worried!

"I'm worried. But there are so many more people out there who worry about her and take care of her than I do, don't you need me?

"Oh, not at all! I don't need you!

Except for my money.

"Bullshit, don't be silly!

"Really? But don't worry about it anymore. I wanted to talk to my husband today because I wanted to leave."

"... leaving?

Hubert, who had just distorted his face to anger, opened his mouth pompously.

The expression is very young and Opal really makes me think this person is a child over his age.

Because of his status as Duke, I guess no one has ever been more than studying one street without being hard on him.

"Yeah. I thought I'd stay in Count Territory for a while. The one called homecoming after marriage, right? That way, your husband wouldn't have to worry about suffering his precious Mr. Stella, would it? As much as I can, I will extend my stay over there, so please do as you've always done. Once before the season begins, I wonder if we need to discuss it."

"Ah, what your father would say..."

"I won't say anything. You probably won't even notice that I'm staying in the territory if you don't let me know. So, with all due respect, let me borrow your carriage. You will reach Count's territory in one day, so rest your men and horses overnight and ask them to turn back the next day. And, if you don't mind, may I borrow a few books from the library for boredom on the road?

Hubert was getting frustrated with Opal, who, back-to-back with his upset, lightly tells him of his plans.

For some reason, the word "don't leave" almost popped out of my mouth, but Hubert pretended to be calm again.

"Nothing, it is no longer an exaggeration to say that everything in this House is yours. You can take whatever you want. Whether it's a carriage, a book, anything!

At the end of the day, his emotions got stuck, but still Hubert left the room with dignity.

You should be glad to think the troublemaker will be gone, but for some reason its chest is no longer calm.

But soon, I think this is guilt - because she's right, she only needs the money brought on by her.

Opal dropped Hubert off leaving the room and lowered his back to the couch like he was tired.

I'm not going to take anything exaggerated and I have everything I need at the consulate, so packing is very easy and I don't need to rush.

Yet I realized that my chest must have made a noise, hoping that somewhere in my heart it would hold me back.

After all, he was attracted to me once.

Married and disappointed me all the time, but I knew that the mean opal was bad too.

Maybe I should have made some more effort to walk over.

But I know full well that regret will do nothing.

If you have time to be creepy, you should act.

And Opal had decided to leave this mansion already, and the separation was determined to want to do so next year.

When Opal stood up with all his strength, he was ready for tomorrow's departure.