Remarried Empress

p of water, and he choked when he heard Heinley’s words.
Heinley quickly offered him a handkerchief.
Koshar held out his hand to accept, when he saw the initials embroidered on it.

It had Navier’s initials.
That meant this handkerchief—

“Ah.
This.”

Heinley quickly withdrew the handkerchief, then pulled out another one to offer him and smiled awkwardly.

“My apologies.
I often take that one out first.”

“That handkerchief is…”

“It originally belonged to Empress Navier.”

Koshar thought so.
That handkerchief was clumsily embroidered by his father’s unskilled hand.

“I know.
My father gave it to her as a gift.”

“Is that so?”

Heinley smiled, turning slightly red in the cheeks.

“So it came from father-in-law.”

Koshar was glad he wasn’t drinking water this time.
He could hardly comprehend everything that the young king had been saying.
Father-in-law? No, why does the king have that handkerchief?

“Ah.
Empress Navier gave it to me.”

Koshar kept staring at it doubtfully.

“She tied it around my neck.”

Koshar was caught drinking water again.
He coughed roughly into his hand as Heinley knocked him sympathetically on his back.
Empress Navier tied her handkerchief to that king’s neck?

“It was in secret.”

Heinley quickly added to his words, recalling that she had tied it to him when he was a bird.

‘She tied him up in secret!’

Koshar gripped his cup more tightly.
His head was spinning.
What was going on here? Why did Empress Navier tie a handkerchief to the king’s neck?

Heinley pressed the handkerchief to his chest and continued with a proud smile on his lips.

“The situation is urgent, so I’ll explain first.
I promised to marry Empress Navier.”

“By chance…”

“I don’t know the exact circumstances.
But Her Majesty the Empress proposed to me first.”

“N-Navier!”

“This is only a guess…but I believe Emperor Sovieshu is preparing to divorce the Empress.”

Koshar’s face froze in shock.

“What do you mean?”

Koshar’s face was quite similar to Navier’s, and Heinley found that his heart was pounding.

“As I said, I don’t know the details.
But she is not the one who would propose to me for no reason.”

“…”

“Sadly, she offered me a marriage of convenience.”

Navier.
Koshar’s precious sister, whose only dream was to grow up to become empress.
If she planned to marry the Western King, there must be a reason.

“I see.”

Koshar nodded.
He knew that Sovieshu was deeply in love with his concubine, and that she was also pregnant.
People in love could leap into doing crazy things.
Perhaps Navier heard of Sovieshu’s divorce from the concubine.
However…

“It seems you accepted the offer.
Why?”

He didn’t understand.
Navier was in a politically difficult position, and had offered a proposal before getting divorced.
Why would Heinley accept it out of nowhere? Navier was a lovely woman of course, but marriages between nobility and royalty weren’t meant to be romantic.
Koshar weighed the advantages and disadvantages.
King Heinley must also have a mind full of calculations.

However, Heinley’s answer was disarmingly simple.

“I love her.”

Koshar blinked his wide eyes.
What?