I’m Yours Too (1)
Chapter 122 – I’m Yours Too (1)
Could that terrible man be executed? Was that possible? Rashta’s eyes trembled. It was difficult to know whether Sovieshu was trying to get her to talk, or if he was being heartfelt. But if he really was serious, why didn’t he do it when Viscount Roteschu first appeared?
‘It has to be a lie.’
"Rashta."
Sovieshu carefully spoke her name again.
"If someone is threatening you over something you’re hiding, please tell me. Once you start getting dragged by threats, there is no end."
Rashta was shaken. What if she told him the truth? He already knew that she was a slave, and accepted her despite her history. Perhaps if she told him she had a baby with another man in the past…
‘No.’
Rashta crushed that thought. She remembered Alan, the man she thought was kind and gentle. Alan, a man who seemed ready to give up everything for their love. Alan, who abandoned her at the last moment.
Sovieshu may be different, but she didn’t want to risk everything on that assumption alone.
"Rashta has nothing to hide, Your Majesty."
"Is that true?"
"Of course."
Rashta gave a tinkling laugh. However, Sovieshu’s expression was still firm.
"Your Majesty…?"
She looked at him uneasily. Did he know she was lying? He brushed aside a strand of her hair with his fingers, but he still looked worried.
"Your Majesty, Rashta is absolutely fine. Nothing to feel guilty about."
It was not until Rashta repeated herself that Sovieshu finally nodded.
‘But who is investigating Viscount Roteschu?’
The Empress, or perhaps another noble? Rashta clenched her fists.
Whoever the enemy was, they would not find her secret. When she became pregnant in the Rimwell estate, Viscount Roteschu, ashamed and embarrassed, locked her away to prevent any outsiders from knowing about her. Although it caused her pain and distress at the time, it meant only a few knew about her secrets. She only had to keep careful watch on Viscount Roteschu, Alan and Rivetti.
"Your Majesty, please don’t blame Viscount Roteschu for nothing."
Rashta placed her hands together and looked at Sovieshu with wide eyes.
"If he’s hated for no reason because of Rashta, Rashta won’t be able to endure the guilt."
"Alright. There’s no need to worry."
With a relieved smile, Sovieshu patted Rashta on the shoulder and turned away.
"Wait, Your Majesty."
As she watched him leave, she stood up and approached directly behind him. Sovieshu looked back at her, and Rashta widened her eyes again.
"Your Majesty, can you put Rashta to bed?"
Although she received Sovieshu’s reassurances, she was still anxious about the knowledge that someone was attempting to dig up her past. She wanted Sovieshu to comfort her.
"I’m sorry, Rashta."
He glanced at his watch and answered immediately.
"I’m afraid I can’t. I have work to do."
"Ah…"
"How about this?"
He spoke in a soothing voice, then led Rashta back to the armchair and placed a soft blanket on her knees.
"Relax here."
***
After Sovieshu left Rashta’s room, he headed straight to his office. His chief secretary, Marquis Karl, was waiting inside. Sovieshu settled himself at his desk before going straight to business.
"How is the investigation?"
Marquis Karl slipped a piece of paper towards him.
"I did the research as you said. But there is nothing worth mentioning yet."