RMHM Ch 2 — The Suspicious Countess

I had a terrible nightmare.

One where I struggled to get out of the water, deeper than my feet could reach, but couldn’t, and eventually drowned to death.

“Have you woken up now?”

“Mmhm, mmhm.”

I stretched my tense neck. My back was still slick with sweat, as if I had just had a nightmare.

I twitched my fingers.

After having a body like porcelain, I started to twitch my fingers when I woke up in the morning. My whole body would start to hurt like it was about to break if I made any sudden movements.

“Anyways…No matter what you say, you should get up now—”

Other than Annie’s voice interrupting my thoughts from time to time, my mind was clear.

Has it ever been this good in these last few years? My head was as clear as I had always wanted it to be.

Other than a bit of cold sweat, my chest which normally seemed as if it was on fire just by breathing, seemed fine.

“Are you even listening to me?”

But was Annie’s voice always so old-fashioned?

As if my whole body was submerged in water, I shut my heavy eyelids that I had just opened a while ago.

Contrary to my clear mind, my whole body ached as if it had just been beaten.

“Lady Blair!”

“…”

All of a sudden.

“Ah!”

As I was about to fall asleep again, a tremendous force lifted my body up from the bed in an instant.

There was no smell of bitter herbs that greeted my nose every morning. Instead, all I could smell was the scent of red roses, wafting through the room.

“Annie, just why did you…”

“The Grand Duchess is dead.”


I had a terrible nightmare.

One where I struggled to get out of the water, deeper than my feet could reach, but couldn’t, and eventually drowned to death.

“Have you woken up now?”

“Mmhm, mmhm.”

I stretched my tense neck. My back was still slick with sweat, as if I had just had a nightmare.

I twitched my fingers.

After having a body like porcelain, I started to twitch my fingers when I woke up in the morning. My whole body would start to hurt like it was about to break if I made any sudden movements.

“Anyways…No matter what you say, you should get up now—”

Other than Annie’s voice interrupting my thoughts from time to time, my mind was clear.

Has it ever been this good in these last few years? My head was as clear as I had always wanted it to be.

Other than a bit of cold sweat, my chest which normally seemed as if it was on fire just by breathing, seemed fine.

“Are you even listening to me?”

But was Annie’s voice always so old-fashioned?

As if my whole body was submerged in water, I shut my heavy eyelids that I had just opened a while ago.

Contrary to my clear mind, my whole body ached as if it had just been beaten.

“Lady Blair!”

“…”

All of a sudden.

“Ah!”

As I was about to fall asleep again, a tremendous force lifted my body up from the bed in an instant.

There was no smell of bitter herbs that greeted my nose every morning. Instead, all I could smell was the scent of red roses, wafting through the room.

“Annie, just why did you…”

“The Grand Duchess is dead.”

“…Annie.”

And now, I hear the voice of Annie talking to me about my death…No, wait a minute.

“Annie?”

“Just who is this Annie that you are looking for?”

The middle-aged woman’s grumbling voice was unfamiliar to me since it was a really strange voice.

Furthermore my voice, which was always stuffy due to frequent coughing, was normal.

“W-What were you saying earlier?”

“What?”

“The Grand Duchess…The Grand Duchess is dead? What grand duchess?”

Were there any other grand duchesses in this empire besides me?

It was then that I noticed the decorations in the room which I had never seen before.

Unlike my room which was all green, this room was filled with the white and pink that made me feel exhausted.

I felt the goosebumps rise all over my body in an instant.

Ignoring the bewildered woman reaching out to me, I rushed hurriedly to the mirror.

Haaa.”

A sigh of relief.

Light green eyes and golden eyelashes glistened in the sunlight.

The person in the mirror was one that I had seen enough of.

It was a little unfamiliar to me as the rosy cheeks and healthy complexion were different from my normally pale and gaunt face due to the morning fevers that I usually got.

“D-Did I collapse again yesterday?”

Normally, I couldn’t make any loud noises due to my sore throat, but somehow I felt as if I could sing today.

Hang on. Did I just get out of bed and run to the mirror by myself?

My stiff legs suddenly trembled for no reason.

“What are you talking about? You were idle all day yesterday as well, and only once the sun has well and truly risen at noon, only then do you wake up…”

“I did…?”

I was a bit dazed because of my strangely healthy and firm body, but the woman made a strange noise.

Although I was sick all day yesterday and my body was weak, did people describe it as ‘lounging’?

The middle-aged woman whom I had never seen before in my life shot me a condescending look and cleaned the bed I had just woken up in.

There was a sense of absurdity as I noticed discrepancies in everything that I saw and heard, the biggest difference being my body which remained standing without the need of anything in my hands.

“Madam.”

“…”

A servant, who should’ve respectfully called me ‘Grand Duchess’, casually entered my bedroom.

And the middle aged woman, without doing anything, just watched as he did so.

Was this not the Grand Duke’s residence, but a large hospital somewhere in the capital?

Unfortunately, these impolite actions were also the only parts that coincided with her normal situation, which she felt no sense of dissonance from.

“His Highness the Grand Duke Trovica, has asked if you would like to attend his wife’s funeral ceremony.”

“…My husband?”

Pfft.

At that moment, a burst of laughter erupted from the woman’s mouth after she had cleaned the futon.

I immediately escaped the clutches of drowsiness and completely woke up, as everything in this room approached me with a sense of absurdity, the sound of her laughter making my body stiffen as if it had been splashed by cold water.

“Well, he could be your husband now, my lady. Since Grand Duchess Trovica has now dead, wouldn’t it make some very interesting gossip if the person who took that spot next was Blair, who was her husband’s mistress?”

“G-Grand Duchess Trovica is dead?”

Only then did I flounder in the memories that rushed in like a flooding tide.

It wasn’t a nightmare.

The doors on both sides of the bedroom which had always been firmly closed were opened wide. The faces of the normally sarcastic maids turning deathly pale with fright.

The seizures that were so severe they had even Annie, who had always harassed me, run away.

Her body which was shaking so much that she hadn’t even cared about the herbal scent that was strong enough to make her nose sting.

On a snowy night, the nightmare that had come the moment I had smiled while thinking about a hot kiss with Novian.

No, rather it was reality.

The rough hands that tried to make me swallow the terrible tasting medicine that was given every time I had a seizure.

I had struggled because I couldn’t handle the water that was poured into my mouth, then not being able to breathe and my vision gradually turning white…

“Ack!”

“Ms Blair!”

“My lady!”

Mindlessly pushing aside the two pairs of hands that reached out to me, I rushed to the mirror that I was looking into earlier.

My light green eyes, glittering gold eyelashes, nose and mouth that people had praised for being beautiful.

Although everything was the same, both my name and identity were different. Just why…wait a minute.

Like a person possessed, I untied the ponytail that was tied loosely behind.

At the same time, I took off the bonnet that was on my head.

The hair that poured down my back was black like my husband’s, not my usual shiny blonde. The naturally wavy hair was thick and exuded a sensual vibe.

It was definitely my face, but it wasn’t me.

“What, What in the world…!”

Bewildered, I staggered back, leaning onto a vanity filled with cosmetics.

I reached out to a bunch of papers that caught my eye.

Rather than the ‘Empire Daily‘ which I usually read, there was ‘The Back Alley‘, a gossip magazine full of all kinds of scandals.

“Grand Duchess Trovica, why was the body found cold at dawn? The short life and scandals of the young Grand Duchess.”

“Ahh…”

I shook my head and stumbled. The strong middle aged woman clicked her tongue and held onto me firmly.

“Do you think passing out is that great?”

Adrienne Trovica. The very name of me, who died last night.

That painful and strange sensation was not a dream, but a reality.

“If you wanted to attend the funeral ceremony of the Grand Duchess, it’s only possible for you to attend in the afternoon.”

And according to the maid’s words, I was reincarnated into the body of the mistress my husband had met.

[ / / / ]

The table was set with an exorbitant amount of food.

I stared at it blankly.

None of it seemed real.

In the luxurious dining room, which must have been decorated according to the tastes of the mansion’s hostess, various types of artwork were hung all around as if they were rags.

As if she had liked things to be filled, the gaps between the frames were crammed with vases with artificial flowers the size of a human being.

It was as if I was sitting and eating in the studio of a mad artist.

Right, as long as one was sane, they’d immediately get that feeling.

The breakfast course, which started with a salad with brie cheese, only ended after a piping hot lamb stew was served in front of me.

“Is it not to your taste?”

The middle aged woman who used a huge fork to shred the lamb from the bone into the stew spoke up.

“Y-You, what’s your name?”

“…Just what kind of game are you playing at again?”

“I asked what your name was.”

The woman put down the fork she was holding and examined my face with a serious expression.

It was as if she was examining a lunatic.

“…I’m offended.”

“Have you really gone crazy?”

Oh my god.

No matter how hated I was as the hostess, to be insulting me to my face like this was crossing the line.

This ‘Blair’, who was for some reason called my husband’s mistress, was the owner of the body I had entered.

A blunt, but adequate treatment.

But this woman, who looked like a maid, wouldn’t be in a position to treat her like this.

As I was speechless at her rude treatment, she merely looked at me and clicked her tongue, calling herself ‘Marge’.

“I was locked up in my room for a few days, laughing and crying and then went into a really bad rage, then suddenly got up when you heard the news that the Grand Duchess had died, then suddenly, even your name…”

And then straight out of Marge’s mouth, “If you want to go crazy, at least go crazy gracefully.”

As soon as I heard those words come out, I lost my appetite.

If that’s the reaction I’d get just from asking one name, if I say that I’m actually the Grand Duchess Adrienne, I’ll definitely be treated like a crazy person.

I only drank a cup of cold water.

“Countess Blair Acacia.”

The servant who had entered my bedroom had called me that name, all the way until I had reached the dining room.

I had never heard of the name ‘Blair’, but I was familiar with title of Count Acacia, a name I often heard.

Count Acacia was a vassal of our Grand Duchy, but did not hold an important position in the center.

He was old enough to have grey hair, so even if he died right now, it wouldn’t be regarded as a suspicious death.

She seemed pitiful as she was part of a lowly household, stuck running errands for her husband’s estate.

I was told he had a young and beautiful wife, but since I was ill at the time, I couldn’t attend their wedding.

Of course, there was no way a person who had the standing of a grand duchess could attend the wedding ceremony of a humble vassal household, even if they were vassals.

There is no way I would have dared to covet the wife of the master I serve, and live in search of a woman who looked like this.

I had seen his face many times, but he was the one who did not look up at me, the Grand Duchess, but instead kept his eyes lowered.

After all, after my marriage, I was only able to attend one of two parties due to my weakened body, so it was difficult for me to recognise the face of not only the Count but also any other nobleman.

‘Although it’s a coincidence, I feel very uncomfortable.’

Other than the colour of her hair and her temperament, this woman was a complete carbon copy of me.

Although the appearance of a woman can be changed by a feather hat over her head or the colour of her lips…How is it possible for me not know of a woman who resembles me this much, and who has a face I so often see in the mirror?

“You’re eating well.”

As I continuously put food into my mouth while thinking, Marge smiled and continued to hold out the plate of food.

Despite her blunt words, she didn’t seem like a bad person.

Was she someone like a nanny from Blair’s family? Ah, that seemed to be the case…

‘I wonder how much it costs to eat with my own hands…?’

Blair’s body seemed very hungry so there also never seemed to be a sense of fullness.

I had been shovelling food into my mouth as if I was a starving person who hadn’t eaten for several days.

It wasn’t wrong though.

Due to the childish bullying I had experienced in the Grand Duke’s residence, it had been a long time since I had eaten proper food.

Munch, munch.

At first, I had been distracted by the different surroundings and strange place around me and had eaten the food robotically, but at some point in time, eating with my own hands had become so intriguing that I had no choice but to keep eating.

Although Blair’s hands were just as pale and slender as mine, they possessed a completely different amount of strength.

Even though my body still ached, compared to my previous body, this was a ‘healthiness that I would never see again’.

“Excuse me, madam. What should I tell His Grace…?”

The servant who was sent from the Grand Duke’s residence stood by the dining table restlessly.

Waiting for my answer.

Waiting for my answer to ‘whether I was going to attend the funeral ceremony of Grand Duchess Adrienne’.

Is this ‘Blair’, really my husband’s secret mistress?


BYEEEE the audacity this mf had to ask his mistress to attend his wife’s funeral byESLDKFJD WTAF he is trash through and through i hope he doesn’t get a redemption arc deadass

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RMHM Ch 1 — I Died

Grand Duchess Trovica is weak.

If you were a resident of Ronta, chances were that you’ve probably heard of it at least once.

The only grand duchess of the empire is weak, while the duke’s worries were skyrocketing.

“Cough, cough!”

“Oh goodness, Grand Duchess! I’ve told you that you have to drink the water slowly!”

My body is so weak that I can’t even say anything to the maid who dares to cause a ruckus.

After my marriage with the Grand Duke, my body, which was still weak, was always causing problems, and the only people I could rely on in this spacious mansion were the maids.

“Ugh, this heat is seriously too much. Your Highness, you can’t just have a glass of water for the whole day. What would you like to eat?”

“I can, I can eat…”

“Sure.”

Annie, her personal maid, whispered something to the other maid and giggled.

Soon after that, I heard the sound of another maid carrying a tray she had brought in from outside into the bedroom.

No, no way!

Adrienne cried out desperately in her heart, but she couldn’t make a sound.

The reason being the fact that she was a noble among nobles who was not in any position to lose her face over food.

Annie, who knew this, comforted her while giving her a sweet smile.

“I worked really hard to make it, but Your Highness doesn’t even have the strength to lift her spoon, what are we going to do?”


Grand Duchess Trovica is weak.

If you were a resident of Ronta, chances were that you’ve probably heard of it at least once.

The only grand duchess of the empire is weak, while the duke’s worries were skyrocketing.

“Cough, cough!”

“Oh goodness, Grand Duchess! I’ve told you that you have to drink the water slowly!”

Her body was so weak that she couldn’t even say anything to the maid who dared to cause a ruckus.

After her marriage with the Grand Duke, her body, which was still weak, was always causing problems, and the only people she could rely on in this spacious mansion were the maids.

“Ugh, this heat is seriously too much. Your Highness, you can’t just have a glass of water for the whole day. What would you like to eat?”

“I can, I can eat…”

“Sure.”

Annie, her personal maid, whispered something to the other maid and giggled.

Soon after that, she heard the sound of another maid carrying a tray she had brought in from outside into the bedroom.

No, no way!

Adrienne cried out desperately in her heart, but she couldn’t make a sound.

The reason being the fact that she was a noble among nobles who was not in any position to lose her face over food.

Annie, who knew this, comforted her while giving her a sweet smile.

“I worked really hard to make it, but Your Highness doesn’t even have the strength to lift her spoon, what are we going to do?”

“Even if it’s just plain soup, as long as you bring it…”

“That’s not possible, Grand Duchess. You threw up all over the clothes and blankets that you were wearing last time. Do you know how hard it was for the people in the laundry room?”

But, that’s your job.

Adrienne didn’t even change her clothes, which were meant to be changed twice a day, for over a week.

Furthermore, the only reason she couldn’t keep the soup down in the first place was because it was ridiculously salty and mixed in with something grainy, like sand that made her tongue tingle.

Besides, as Annie said, Adrienne was now in a state of overexertion just by holding the spoon for such a long time.

The maid who was supposed to feed her and wipe her mouth merely stood with her arms crossed and looked at her with an expression that told her to hurry up and eat quicker, but she was so nervous that she couldn’t chew the food properly.

“Grand Duchess—”

Less than a minute after the maid took the tray away, the Duke’s aide, Jimsker, came in after a knock.

Adrienne’s face lit up immediately.

“Your Highness, this is a gift from the Grand Duke.”

“Th-This is?”

The servants who followed him then brought in several gift boxes to the bedroom

But compared to gifts, Adrienne wanted to see her husband’s face even more.

They had already been married for two years.

Her husband who had taken the title of the Emperor’s secretary, was called up to take care of the east, west, north and south borders, taking care of both small and large affairs on behalf of the Emperor, so they were not able to enjoy their time as newlyweds.

Adrienne was proud of him, but at the same time, she was also lonely.

“He has returned to the capital, but had to enter the palace immediately at the Emperor’s command…”

Jimsker, who was familiar with the couple’s situation, said with an awkward expression.

“The house…cough. Can he not even stop by for a minute?”

“But there is also a meeting right after his audience with the Emperor is over…”

Jimsker took a slow look at Adrienne who was young and beautiful, but was extremely ill.

The Grand Duchess sat, leaning against the head of the bed in pajamas, which by aristocratic standards, was ‘akin to wearing nothing at all’.

The mistress of this mansion, who should be dressed elegantly and greet him in the parlour of the Grand Duke, which was as luxurious as the Imperial Palace.

The illness was so severe that it was impossible for her to carry out such etiquette.

“I will try to persuade him to stay in the capital for a day or so before we leave again.”

Jimsker had a sad expression on his face as he told her.

Cough. I beg of you, Sir Jimsker.”

Adrienne quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

As the cold air entered the room, she suddenly started coughing.

Shortly after that, Jimsker left the bedroom, as if he was driven out by the butlers and maids.

Fearing that Adrienne would say something nonsensical, the servants hastily showed him out.

The Grand Duke’s residence suddenly became busy.

The reason being that the Grand Duke, Novian Trovica, who had gone to inspect the northern estates, was about to come back.

[ / / / ]

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“When did you arrive? I asked you to wake me up if you ever came back…”

“I haven’t been here for a while.”

Novian returned to the mansion at dawn.

Adrienne, who did not fall asleep until midnight, could not overcome her drowsiness and after a long time, finally fell into a deep sleep.

Novian’s friendly blue eyes stared at her.

As soon as Adrienne got up, he scooped her into his arms.

It was a nostalgic smell. The cigar he smokes. The scent of something that was freshly washed with rosemary soap.

“I missed you, Noah.”

“So did I.”

He hugged Adrienne as she embraced him, and whispered.

“I missed you too.”

“Thank you for the gift as well. So often, cough. You don’t have to.”

“I would pick the stars from the sky just to see you. If I don’t even give you presents, you might forget about me.”

Novian smiles sweetly.

“Ah…”

He had a rather sensitive and cold appearance, but when he smiled, he was so beautiful that the area around him started sparkling.

Adrienne looked at his face while she was in his spacious and firm arms.

They haven’t even finished the first night of their wedding yet two years had already passed.

However, she still had that affectionate feeling from when she was still young.

“The servants are all very worried about you. Are you taking all the medicine that Piretta sends you, and the ones that I send you?”

“O-Of course.”

It was very hard for her to swallow the drug every time.

She couldn’t even do a single thing on her own, so she had turned to the maids for help. In the end, she, the mistress of this huge mansion, looked at him and…

“Even though I always tell you, you don’t need to worry about anything.”

“…But I can’t just lie here like this forever.”

The position of the Grand Duchess was a position comparable to that of the Imperial Princess. As the wife of someone like Novian, it was he duty to participate in social gatherings, big or small, and socialise with the empress and princess.

“Well anyways, everyone in the Empire knows that you have a weak body.”

“People are more forgiving than you think, Adrienne.” Novian whispered, stroking her face with his long, delicate hands.

“Are they really?”

Even the maids, who are supposed to serve me as their master right now, treat me like a useless person.

If you were to leave tomorrow, they would raise their lowered heads and spout all sorts of sarcastic remarks about me, the Grand Duchess.

I have no choice but to rely on them, who were all sent by the Emperor himself, so I can’t even say anything…

‘The people outside the mansion couldn’t possibly be so kind and forgiving of me.’

Over the past two years in which her health was deteriorating, she had become endlessly pessimistic and lethargic.

Although she was weak in the past, there was still no problem with her walking or writing.

Although she got tired easily, she often danced at the ball.

Seeing her depressed expression, Novian was silent for a moment before opening his mouth.

“If anyone bothers you, no matter who they are, I’ll decapitate them.” He whispered lowly.

Adrienne’s body stiffened at his cold voice.

After releasing the cold tension in the air, she nestled herself back into her husband’s arms and closed her eyes quietly.

‘I wish I could somehow do something to help you.’

I can’t do my part because of my weak body, I can’t even win the hearts of the people here in the mansion…

Her status as the Grand Duchess was grand, but in reality, her weak mentality was worsened with her weak body.

Compared to the love he gave her, he received too little from her.

Other couples would make love passionately after they had been separated for a long time, but they couldn’t do anything without the help of others since she couldn’t even get up or sit down by herself.

Anyhow, it was very miserable.

Novian would give her a warm hug, give her anything that he thought would suit her, even if he was called to various places to act on behalf of the emperor, if he found a good medication, he would send it to her at any cost.

The perfect husband.

Novian Trovica was that sort of man.

So she couldn’t say anything.

How could she say that she was being bullied by the maids, who were far below in status to her, whose only job to do at home is to lie down, eat, and sleep?

It is a disgrace, for the aristocracy that looks down on people, especially the commoners.

What would happen if Novian knew she was such an insignificant person?

What if he witnessed it with his own eyes?

As he had told her, the heads of the maids and butlers would be cut off, and at the same time, Adrienne’s last strand of pride which she had so carefully hidden, would also be cut off.

‘Let’s start with the body.’

Her weakened mentality was the result of her emaciated body.

Once she regains her health, takes care of the household chores he entrusts her with, and gets her assigned tasks from Novian, who had taken over her share of the work…

Just thinking about it made Adrienne feel a little better.

The pleasant voice of Novian filled her ears up until she closed her eyes to sleep.

He was singing a familiar lullaby.

Three baby ducklings. The lullaby that the children of her hometown, East Piretta, grew up listening to.

“I don’t want to sleep…”

He would no longer be there when morning came.

Several months could pass by before they met again.

Without him, no one would be her companion.

[ / / / ]

The servants of the Grand Duke Trovica’s residence trembled as they ran through the vast mansion.

“Hurry! Find the doctor!”

“Heavens!”

“Contact the Piretta Duchy!”

Grand Duchess Adrienne, who had been living like a ghost in her bedroom on the second floor, was in critical condition.

Unlike before, the severe seizures showed no signs of stopping. Even the faces of the maids who had been neglecting her the whole time turned deathly pale with fright, almost confining the doctor who was sleeping into her bedroom.

“Your Highness…!”

It had been two months since the Grand Duke had left the mansion.

On a night when the early winter was fast approaching and the first snow had already piled up to their knees.

“No…vian…”

“Quickly, check her pulse!”

The Grand Duchess’ maid, Annie, began to push the doctor into the room.

The Grand Duchess was already half way out of bed.

Cough!”

Large droplets of blood spilled onto the carpet.

The servants who had gathered together, screamed.

The trembling doctor quickly took the medicine from his pocket and handed it to Annie.

“Quickly, make sure she swallows it!”

Annie and the other maids grabbed Adrienne’s blood-stained body and gave her a huge pill.

The maid almost spilled the water out of her mouth whilst holding on to Adrienne, who couldn’t swallow it properly because the medicine was too big.

Cough, cough. Cough!

Adrienne, who was struggling with the pain as if she was drowning, inhaled air desperately with her whole body, as if surfacing for air.

Those who thought that her seizures had started again held onto her tightly, as if they were pulling Adrienne deeper into the sea to drown.

‘This is so frustrating…!’

She wanted to get rid of all these people’s hands!

‘Just let me go! I want to stop drowning in all this water!’

Adrienne struggled for a while, but like a lie, she finally broke free.

‘Ah, finally…!’

But Adrienne could no longer move anymore.

She opened her eyes and couldn’t see anything, she listened carefully but could not hear any noises.

I didn’t have anything in my head, like an empty white box.

“Save me…!”

Save me, save me. Save me!

When she opened her mouth, no sound came out of it. Then, when she thought about the white box which was not in her head, but her, Adrienne vaguely realised it.

‘I’ died.


AHHHHH i’m so excited for this novel !! we get cheating trash and bad bitch, giving me very much remarried empress vibes!

n e ways,,,when i was tling this, i was rlly curious abt how they would make the husband out for having an affair since he seems like a rlly loving husband in the first chapter. someone said he’d probably be like that uncle from i’ll be the matriarch in this life and i agree,,,probably some two faced bastard who’s literally the scum of the earth smh,,,

but DAMN IF HE DIDN’T HAVE AN AFFAIR I’D GIVE HIM BEST HUSBAND LIKE girl,,HE SANG HER A WHOLEASS LULLABY AND EVERYTHING but he still a cheating mf smh this rlly furthering the all men are trash stereotype PLSSSS

oh yeah btw SDLKFJD,,,i was reading that part when they couldn’t have seggs and ngl i giggled a bit LSDKFJFD like sis is SO weak she can’t even pick up a spoon like,,,i find it a bit ridiculous but SDLKFJFD

ne ways, as always, drop novels you’d like me to pick up!

also for illustrations, would you rather me add them in the scene or at the end ??? lmk in the comments hehehe THEY’RE LITERALLY INSANE ??? YAWL HAVEN’T SEEN THE ML YET BUT MMMM HE LOOKS DELICIOUS HASLDFKDSFLKJ HE FOINE AS FOCK SO MISS GIRL AINT MISSING OUT ON ANYTHING THE NOVEL ART RLLY DID HIM JUSTICE MMHM

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