To My Husband's Mistress - Chapter 1 Part 6

Sionian Sol Meyer Summerhurst. 

The first time she saw the third prince of the Sacred Empire of Westeros was on her wedding day. 

Aster was someone who couldn’t stand the heat. Due to that, their wedding took place in November, when the leaves were falling, rather than in the blooming month of May.

The guests wore heavy coats and knee-high leather boots instead of colorful spring attire. They whispered complaints about the cold in Winchester territory but couldn’t openly voice their discontent. 

It was because the nobles had come as guests in pairs. 

“That’s the second prince, Calix.” 

“He must be here because the groom’s mother was an old friend.”

“That’s right! Marchioness Winchester was close to the late Empress.”

Indeed, the high pride of the mother-in-law, Clarissa, came from her pride in being a former ‘childhood friend of the Empress.’ 

Although the main character, Empress Anna, gave birth to Calix and succumbed to postpartum fever, is what they said.

Perhaps that’s why Prince Calix was particularly sentimental about his late mother’s affairs. That’s why he attended the wedding of Aster, the son of Clarissa Winchester.

However, he was surprisingly not alone.

“To accompany the ‘Sol’ of Westeros, what a world.” 

“Indeed, the noblest bloodline. It feels like a completely different world there, doesn’t it?” 

People didn’t expect their attention to be drawn away from the two princes. 

Prince Calix of the Northlands was also a striking young man who caught the eye. But the ‘Sol’ from the Sacred Empire of Westeros boasted an overwhelming presence. 

Behind his radiant golden hair, it seemed as if the sun itself lingered, dazzling the eyes. 

“They say he is a ‘Sol’ born in the imperial family for the first time in three hundred years.” 

The Sacred Empire of Westeros was a land where the gods had stayed until the very end. Perhaps that was why, among the nobility, occasionally special individuals were born.

The name of Sionian ‘Sol’ Meyer was as remarkable as that.

“He has the ability to repel evil and possess the power to heal people, right?” 

“I never thought the day would come when I would see him in person.”

That was true for Leticia as well. 

She had no business having any interaction with the ‘Sol’ of Westeros. He had simply followed the second prince, Calix, and it was clear that he had no interest in her own wedding.

Thanks to that, Leticia was able to maintain a calm demeanor befitting the future Marchioness Winchester. In any case, in her eyes, Aster was more exquisite than the ‘Sol’, who hadn’t appeared in three hundred years.

“Alas, it seems that Winchester has been blessed by the grace of God! Know that it’s all thanks to me. But how are the preparations for entertaining the guests coming along? Ask the chef if they can prepare dishes in the style of the Western continent, quickly!”

Ironically, it was Leticia’s mother-in-law, Clarissa, who couldn’t keep calm. She alternated between being flustered by the unexpected guests, fussing around, and then being flustered again.

Because of that, the already busy servants were dropping like flies.

“Oh mother, you’re embarrassing!”

Her sister-in-law, Olivier, rebuked with a roll of her eyes.

“Just do as you always do. Why suddenly try to do more?”

Ironically, Olivier, who said that, was dressed more extravagantly than the bride. Her hair and makeup were meticulously done, making her look like a colorful bouquet.

It was clear that she wanted to catch the attention of either prince.

“I suppose you are right.”

Reluctantly agreeing, Clarissa glanced in her direction. Then, as if hinting to Leticia, she muttered.

“My in-laws are being too much. It’s his only daughter’s wedding; he should show more sincerity, shouldn’t he?”

If Leticia’s father heard that, it would be quite a shock.

The Marquis House of Winchester was in dire financial straits, but they valued appearances above all else. As a result, Aster and her wedding were more grandiose than necessary.

Of course, it was the House of Violet’s ‘sincerity’ that brought about this grandeur.

“Mother.”

Aster called out to her, his voice cold as a warning.

“Stop it.”

Recently, things had been tense between Aster and his family. It was because they opposed the new business venture he was considering.

To be precise, there was no money to support it, but Aster didn’t care. He was a man who believed that the world revolved around him.

It was William and Clarissa, his parents, who raised him that way.

“Alright, I understand. They say a man becomes someone else when a woman enters his life, and that saying seems to be true.”

Clarissa’s last words were spoken as if they were meant to be heard by Leticia. But since there was nothing to gain from pointing it out, Leticia remained silent.

“Mother, since this is also an opportunity, how about asking for a congratulatory message?”

It was Olivier who came up with the idea.

“A congratulatory message? From the ‘Sol’ of Westeros?”

Clarissa’s face lit up at the idea.

Not just any prince, but the ‘Sol’ of Westeros. If he were to give a congratulatory message, the guests would be deeply impressed.

It was, of course, a matter of pride for the House of Winchester.

“I’ll go talk to him.”

“Go ahead.”

Without waiting for permission, Olivier left, leaving behind a strong scent of perfume. But a few minutes later, she returned with an angry expression and brushed past Leticia.

“They say they will only listen to the protagonists of the wedding themselves? Hmph! How arrogant.”

Olivier’s face turned red. She may not have known, but it seemed she had received quite a snub from the prince of Westeros.

“Are you going to go see him yourself? Aster.”

Clarissa subtly asked Aster, watching his reaction.

Actually, Leticia had no desire for a congratulatory message, or anything related to the ‘Sol’. But seeing Olivier’s expression, she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Was it because she wanted to succeed in a request that Olivier had failed in, right in front of Clarissa?

“That’s right, Aster. Let’s go together to ask for a congratulatory message.”

“Are you serious?”

It was rare for Leticia to make a request first. Aster frowned, either not interested or reluctant.

He was not accustomed to expressing disappointment to others. And he was not used to being overshadowed by others’ attention, so the presence of the ‘Sol’ at his wedding was not particularly pleasing to him.

“It would be good for enhancing the reputation of the House of Winchester. Don’t you think so?”

But when Leticia looked up and smiled, Aster’s expression softened.

“…If you really want to.”

Leaving Clarissa and Olivier behind, they headed towards the princes.

“Look who it is, the protagonists at today’s wedding, I presume.”

As expected, second Prince Calix welcomed them cordially. As a noble of this land and a future subject, there was no reason to treat them poorly.

But Prince Sionian, who came from a different continent, had an obviously disinterested expression.

“Here to discuss the congratulatory message again?”

“Prince Sionian.”

Calix subtly tried to dissuade him. But Sionian, who had a body as noble as Calix’s, showed no hesitation.

“Goodness, are you serious? I can barely remember your names, and you think I’m going to bless your wedding with a congratulatory message?”

Sionian laughed, his laughter sounding like he was mocking them, making them feel like fools.

Aster, who was as proud as a prince, could hardly bear it.

“It seems like we’ve come to the wrong place. I apologize for the intrusion.”

Aster muttered under his breath and stood up abruptly. Leticia grabbed his arm, perhaps fearing the anger of the princes.

However, Aster removed her hand away without a second thought.

“Didn’t I say so?”

Aster, unable to contain his anger, stormed off, leaving Leticia behind.