The Devilish Duke Can’t Sleep

ed around the back of her head looked like a series of gold bars of different lengths tightly attached to each other as if to represent the rays of the sun spreading in all directions.

The sleeves that run wide from her elbows wrapped around her forearms were graceful, and the skirt, gilded in gold and studded with jewels, dazzled in the bright bloodstone lights.
And the outer surface of the fur cloak, which dragged long behind her back, was also padded with specially made golden velvet, and the Queen was enveloped in the golden light of the sun from her head to her toes.

A radiance of extreme splendor, a light only permitted for being the Queen, emanated from her.

Fabian, satisfied with the wide eyes of the nobles, ascended to the throne slowly.
Although there is a saying that clothes are wings, today Fabian Ardenia knew that she was the bloodline of a great God just by looking at her clothes.

“Your Majesty the Queen! May the New Year be peaceful.”

When Fabian ascended to her throne, the nobles at the same time greeted the New Year.
It’s a greeting she hears every year, but this year, she thought that the sound was a little louder.

“Raise your head.
May peace and happiness dwell in your homes and estates again this year, I bless you in the name of the great God.”

“Your Majesty’s grace, I am humbled.”

A standard greeting was exchanged, and then bright music flowed, followed by a dance between the Queen and the Grand Duke.
Fabian, in her early 40s, looked incredibly young and beautiful, like in her early thirties, with the makeup and dazzling dress which the maids must have paid so much attention to.
In fact, it always has been so, but people have only now realized it.

Seeing this, Kahel hinted at Luahalla, who was by his side.

“I have to admit it.
Fashion is not a field to be underestimated.”

“I feel encouraged now that Sir Kahel acknowledges me, but for someone who says they haven’t been interested in the past, your outfit today is also very beautiful, isn’t it?”

“I was relieved to have the expert evaluate it that way.”

But no, Kahel’s outfit suited him very well.
He used to use minimal accessories, but now he is also wearing a pretty glamorous style of brooch.
Thanks to that, the already beautiful man stood out more, so he had to suffer from the gaze of all kinds of desires, but strangely, it was more tolerable than before.

[“Although I picked it, this brooch suits Your Excellency so well!”]

He remembered when Lena, who was attending him, hesitated and told him that the brooch suited him.
Then, suddenly, a small question arose.
When she picked up the brooch, there were many other ‘red jewel’ items around.
So he asked why she chose this one.

[“It was the closest to Your Excellency’s eye color.
And since most jewelry is not noticeable when His Excellency wears it…….”]

In response to that, he suddenly got a fever on the back of his back.
If it was enough to find the one that most closely resembles his eye color among the subtle red gems, wouldn’t it mean that she looked closely into his eyes?

By the standards of the Ardennes socialite, it was an expression of a crush on the opposite sex very outrightly.
Sadly, however, Lena didn’t seem to have that kind of thoughts even for a fingernail.
Kahel himself couldn’t figure out what was sad about it.

‘She didn’t grow up as a noble, so that must be why, but I think she treats the opposite sex too freely.’

That was definitely something to be concerned about.
Lena, who started to burst out with fresh beauty, even he who was blunt with appearance was so blinded by her appearance that he sometimes lost his gaze.
If she whispers seductive words without hesitation while wearing that smile that is set by her pretty face, who will not covet her?

Again, he remembered Lena wiping Sid’s hair and fixing it with the hairpin he bought her.

‘A hairpin on a guy’s head.
Lena must have done it as a joke, but Sid…… At that time her face was clearly red.
Lena wouldn’t even know that she was seducing Sid unintentionally!’

Every time he thought about it, he got angry.
He knew very well that, rationally, he shouldn’t be so upset.
But since he’s still human, he doesn’t think he can quite ignore the emotional part.

This is the hairpin he bought her.
Of course, he gave it to Lena, so it didn’t matter how she used it, but how could he hold it in when she uses it to flirt with another guy? Of course, that didn’t mean he was angry with Lena.
From then on, he only considered Sid more displeasing.

‘Next time, I’ll have to buy a fancy one.
Something so flashy that she can’t even put it on a guy’s head; even as a joke.’

Kahel, who has become more interested in fashion thanks to Luahalla, secretly scours accessories worn by the ladies around, contemplating which one would suit Lena.

Anyway, the New Year’s Celebration was a success for Kahel, Luahalla, and Fabian.

As they expected, the Queen’s dress became a huge subject.
Even on the day of the ceremony, everyone could not take their eyes off Fabian, and many people approached Luahalla before the banquet was over.
After the ceremony was over, it was clear that the boutique on Rivella Street would be in full swing with visitors.

After confirming that the plan is going smoothly, Kahel decided to go back to the mansion early after talking with Damian.
It’s because he has been tormented by people for a long time, and he longed for a cup of tea with Lena alone.