The surviving princess {Liskook}

Chapter 22

Before lunch, Jungkook finished all his tasks and returned to the mansion. He nodded to Bambam’s second brother, who was on guard duty, and entered the bedroom, finding his wife on the floor with Gella, painting.

“I’m back. What are you doing?” he asked.

“It’s said that for someone with a troubled mind, music or theater is good, but painting seemed like something we could do in the bedroom,” Gella proudly explained, though there was more paint on Lisa’s face and arms than on the canvas.

“Where did you hear that nonsense?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, it’s not from any study or research. I just heard that Young Madam Lisa had been through a lot, so I thought something to express her emotions might help,” Gella replied.

While Gella was rambling, Jungkook narrowed his eyes and gazed at Lisa’s face. Despite being covered in paint, there was a slight, familiar expression—the same awkward look she had when talking about her gait in the greenhouse. It was clear she was proud of fooling Gella.

He couldn’t help but smirked. He had always heard about his observational skills, but thanks to his wife, he now felt like an investigator, catching even the slightest hints of her emotions.

“No need for that. From now on, just read her books. She’ll have a nice nap.”

“Books, like fairy tales, you mean?” Gella said, clearly impressed by the idea, while Jungkook kneeled beside his wife to gauge how much paint to wash off his wife.

“So, I just wait outside?”

“No. Aren’t you busy as it is? Come back tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, I continue my duties… Alright.”

Gella bowed politely and left the room, but no sooner had Bambam closed the door behind her than she began to grumble.

“Who makes someone work like this? Do both medical and maid duties? I thought there wouldn’t be any need to stay after the war, but if this is the case, I’d rather go back to my village to practice medicine—”

“Didn’t you hear the head maid? You get paid double.”

“Oh, I get paid double? Then I can’t complain.”

Just as she awkwardly laughed, the door suddenly burst open, making Gella jump. Jungkook glanced at Gella and Bambamwith indifferent eyes before asking, “The change of clothes?”

“Right, I need to help her wash up. On it.”

“No, the location of the clothes.”

Jungkook’s irritation was apparent, having to repeat himself. Gella pointed to the location, and with a brief nod, Jungkook closed the door.

“He’s always so succinct with his orders. It’s familiar, but still…,” Gella mumbled to herself in bewilderment.

Bambam, indifferent, interrupted, “The commander is often like that. Why is this surprising all of a sudden?”

On the battlefield, formalities among knights are often minimal. With urgent reports, there’s no time for pleasantries. 

However, Gella still seemed unconvinced and murmured, “But he’s so polite to the young madam.”

“He’s always been strict with etiquette. He’s never once swore at us either. What’s so strange about that?”

“There’s something… hard to explain.”

Gella tried to raise her suspicions, but Bambam couldn’t understand. Spending time in the hallway meant missing out on how the commander treated his wife.