The Circumstances of Being Chosen as the Villainess’s Favorite - Chapter 204

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Special Epilogue 17
This wasn’t the first time their bodies had intertwined.
So why did she feel so unbearably shy about it?
‘How am I supposed to face Andy now?!’
It was precisely as Evangeline’s face flushed crimson that the door swung open.
Click.
The bedroom door opened.
Unlike Evangeline, whose body still bore the unmistakable marks of the previous night, the Crown Prince now appeared immaculately dressed.
An appetite-stirring aroma drifted from the tray he held.
“Did you sleep well?”
The Crown Prince approached and greeted her warmly with a morning salutation.
Then he set the tray down upon the table beside the bed.
“You should have breakfast.”
The rich scent of butter wafted from a Croissant accompanied by jam.
Bacon, crisped to golden perfection.
Fresh salad.
And a cream soup besides.
It was a flawless morning meal.
Her eyes brightened at the sight of the spread, but only for a moment before Evangeline looked up at the impeccably groomed Crown Prince and suddenly pouted. A spurt of spite had seized her.
“Why do you look so perfectly fine?”
Evangeline cast him a reproachful glance.
“I feel like I’m dying.”
“Ah, ha ha…….”
The Crown Prince let out an awkward laugh.
Last night, each time she had climbed toward ecstasy.
He had held her trembling frame firmly within his arms, rendering her utterly unable to move.
Though she too had shed tears of joy……
Still, seeing Evangeline suffering from what was clearly muscle soreness, he felt genuinely remorseful.
“Well, still.”
Evangeline opened her mouth with a fresh breeze of innocence.
Then she fidgeted with the blanket’s edge, averting her gaze.
“I didn’t… dislike it either.”
Even as she spoke, her earlobes burned a deep scarlet.
She kept her head bowed, murmuring softly.
“So please feed me breakfast.”
It was rather an abrupt demand.
The Crown Prince blinked, momentarily dumbfounded.
“What?”
“……I don’t even have the strength to hold a spoon right now.”
At that bashful tone, a smile suddenly bloomed across the Crown Prince’s face.
That morning.
Evangeline received nothing short of impeccable meal service.
* * *
It all began when the Crown Prince refused the Lemon Madeleine he normally enjoyed.
“Ugh.”
As the Crown Prince suddenly retched, Evangeline, seated across from him, startled and rose to her feet in alarm.
“What’s wrong, Andy? Are you feeling unwell?”
The two were currently enjoying a quiet tea time together, just the two of them.
This time, to avoid any quarrel, she had brought plenty of Lemon Madeleines.
Yet the moment he caught the scent of the pastry—something he would normally have welcomed—he clapped his hand over his mouth.
Evangeline’s eyes widened with concern as she studied him.
“No, it’s fine.”
The Crown Prince waved her off dismissively.
But his expression suggested anything but fine.
His face had drained of all color.
“I suppose I ate too much at breakfast and it’s sitting heavy. A little rest should settle it.”
The Crown Prince forced a smile, reassuring his wife.
Yet his indigestion showed no sign of abating.
Not only during tea time, but also later at the evening meal with the ministers, he could barely touch any food whatsoever.
The moment he encountered the Oyster Dish and Grilled Fish the head chef had so painstakingly prepared, a single whiff set his stomach roiling unbearably.
“Your Highness, are you unwell?”
Even Dietrich, unable to bear it any longer, asked with concern.
At last the Crown Prince submitted to an examination by the Royal Physician, but the doctor merely shook his head.
“There is nothing physically amiss with you, Your Highness.”
Then what in the world was causing this?
During the Crown Prince’s examination, Evangeline sat close beside him and looked up at her husband with worried eyes.
Unable to contain his frustration, the Royal Physician let out a heavy sigh.
“I confess, Your Highness, I too am baffled as to why this is occurring. It bears a remarkable resemblance to morning sickness symptoms……”
At the physician’s offhand murmur, Evangeline’s shoulders suddenly went rigid.
‘Wait—morning sickness?’
She blinked blankly.
‘Now that I think of it, I….’
Her monthly cycle was two months overdue.
Though it usually came regularly, she had been too occupied to pay much attention.
There had been no particular increase in appetite, no overwhelming drowsiness—no obvious symptoms at all.
She’d simply let it pass without much thought.
But.
“My husband experiences morning sickness in my stead, you see?”
“Ah yes, that does happen sometimes.”
“How extraordinary.”
She had heard of such things in conversations with other noblewomen.
Sometimes, a husband would experience his wife’s morning sickness instead.
“So, perhaps……”
Evangeline spoke, her voice taking on a hesitant tone.
“I haven’t had my monthly cycle recently.”
“Your Highness?”
The Royal Physician regarded her with bewilderment.
This was indeed rather embarrassing to speak of directly.
Evangeline continued, her face flushing slightly.
“So…perhaps it’s nothing, but…there does seem to be a possibility……”
Possibility.
A word laden with multiple meanings.
Across the Crown Prince’s pale face, several emotions flickered in rapid succession.
Concern that something might have befallen his wife.
And.
A faint, tentative hope regarding a child.
“I would like to be examined as well.”
So Evangeline declared.
The Royal Physician began his examination with a grave expression, methodically questioning her about her symptoms.
After some time had passed.
Suddenly the physician fixed Evangeline with an intent gaze.
“Congratulations, Your Highness the Crown Princess.”
Evangeline met the physician’s eyes with an astonished expression.
The Royal Physician broke into a broad smile.
“You are with child!”
At those words, both Evangeline and the Crown Prince’s faces lit up as though lanterns had been kindled.
“Evangeline!”
“Andy!”
Without hesitation, they embraced each other tightly.
As they savored their joy for a time.
Evangeline lifted her head slightly from the Crown Prince’s arms.
“But about Andy continuing to suffer from indigestion……”
She posed a question to the physician in a curious tone.
“Could it be that my husband is experiencing my morning sickness in my stead?”
To this question, the Royal Physician nodded earnestly.
“Yes, it is theoretically possible.”
“Then how long will he have to endure it…?”
“That, I’m afraid, is not entirely……”
Silence fell.
……
“…….”
Evangeline and the Crown Prince stared at each other in bewilderment.
That was it.
The beginning of relentless morning sickness.
Only—it wasn’t the pregnant Evangeline herself who was suffering. It was her husband, the Crown Prince.
* * *
Since it was still early in the pregnancy, the Crown Prince and his wife had shared the news only with their closest circle.
Lord and Lady Claudius were naturally among them.
As for Dietrich, here’s how it went:
“So…… ugh.”
The Crown Prince, who had been reviewing documents, clapped a hand over his mouth and let out a small heave.
Dietrich, seated across from him, fixed him with an astonished stare.
“I’ve lived a long time, but I’ve never seen a husband suffer sympathetic morning sickness on his wife’s behalf.”
“I confess, I’m experiencing this for the first time as well…….”
The Crown Prince, his expression thoroughly done, reached into a desk drawer and popped a candy into his mouth.
It was a mint sweet.
A gift from Evangeline herself—inspired, she’d said, by how Larite had lived with a lemon candy perpetually in her mouth during her pregnancy.
Fortunately it worked; the mint’s cool, bracing taste settled his unsettled stomach, if only somewhat.
“Phew.”
The Crown Prince let out a long exhale.
Dietrich inclined his head thoughtfully.
“All the same, it’s fortunate that Your Highness is contributing to Eva’s pregnancy in this way.”
“……What on earth do you mean by that?”

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