*A big thank you to Angela again [2 of 4]* ☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu
"What did you do today? With the Countess."
"Oh, I learned about basic steps today."
Ian nodded his head slightly.
"Did you like it?"
"...What?"
Rachel blinked without understanding Ian's question.
What the heck did I like?
Today's meal? Time with him?
"...What do you mean?"
Rachel didn't understand what he was asking, she had trouble speaking up, and looked at Ian quietly.
Ian was looking down at his wine glass, and as he waited for an answer while he looked endlessly bored. She didn't think he was interested in the current conversation at all.
"I'm talking about the Countess. Was there anything uncomfortable?"
"I didn't feel uncomfortable because the Countess was kind."
Rachel couldn't understand why he was asking her these things in detail when he wasn't interested.
If she said she was uncomfortable, what would be the difference?
What did he mean, was her time with the Countess uncomfortable? What did he mean, was he asking her if she liked the time she spent with her?
That was a strange question. It was an odd kind of question to ask someone like her.
It was Ian's order that she spend time with the Countess, so she just had to endure it. It wasn't important whether she liked her time with Countess Achille or not.
It wasn't her decision.
Rachel bit the inside of her mouth as if she was uncomfortable.
However, Rachel was still sitting in front of Ian in the dining room.
This was also something she had to endure.
"...."
Rachel glanced at Ian.
In a little while, he would return to the Imperial palace.
She had to ask before that.
As the time approached, her heart pounded unsteadily. Her hands were shaking little by little, and her palms were already damp.
But today, she'd decided to finally ask.
If she couldn't ask him now, she would be anxious every day in the future. Of course, opening her question wouldn't make a big difference in anything she could do.
In the end, Rachel had to endure it again, but she wanted to know at least for the time.
"Um... More importantly, Your Majesty."
Rachel, who was looking at Ian's expression, carefully opened her mouth.
"A dress designer came to the mansion today."
The designer took her measurements, and asked about this and that.
What color did she like? What fabric did she like?
She unfolded her notebook and catalog of various dress designs, then asked her what she liked.
"What about it?"
"I was wondering if you knew about it."
Of course, the designer had come here under his orders.
Ian nodded.
