The Duke's Substitute Wife
My lady

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All night Duke Cristin was guarding Viola. He did not expect Viola to accept it. Because to her, Viola was currently unlikely to accept her who was still a wife by the name of another woman. But he was curious about the life of a foreign girl who was sitting in his wife's body.

Alana, what you really are. I'm very hard to guess your thoughts.

Duke Cristin again picked up the small cloth on Viola's forehead. He dipped the cloth into a basin filled with water and then squeezed it, putting it on Viola's forehead. When the doctor said if Viola had a fever. He immediately took over the compress. A worry he had never felt before.

Maybe I love her, not Viola. It can't be ! Duke Cristin shook his head.

Duke Cristin raised both eyebrows, then massaged his temple. The sleepiness began to feel. He made his hand into his cushion next to Viola. Once again he yawned and the drowsiness he could no longer maintain.

The clock kept ticking until it showed 12:00. Viola woke up from his sleep, his throat feeling dry. He touched his forehead, then saw a piece of cloth in his hand.

His eyes glanced to the left, he smiled to see a man who would take care of him even though he already knew, if he was not the real one.

Viola inched to a seat, he stared at that shady face. Without feeling it, he moved his hand to Duke Cristin's head, stroking it gently. The softer the touch, the more Duke Cristin fell asleep, this time he was dreaming of playing with Viola in a field of tulips and sun. Do it with softness in the sun along with cool air.

"Viola." His word.

Emm

Viola who was listening to him chuckled, it was possible that he had a dream about her. Whether it was the real Viola or himself, he didn't care about it.

"Your Majesty, did you dream about me or about Viola before." Viola muttered leaning his head against the back of his bed.

"I don't know, you chose me or you didn't. Obviously, I can't just be quiet when I'm insulted. Even though she's your past lady. I don't expect much from you, Your Majesty." Lirih Viola's. He doesn't want to hope for something that isn't clear about his relationship.

"What do you mean Viola?" duke Cristin asked looking at Viola. Sensing that something was gently touching his head, he immediately opened his eyes. And it turns out, it was the woman's hand that made her very comfortable.

"Ah, Your Majesty." Viola.

"Say Vio, what are you hiding from me? we're husband and wife, there's nothing to hide anymore." Duke Cristin said with a serious face.

Viola felt moved, but the tears did not have to fall. He didn't want the more he was moved by Duke Cristin's attitude, the more he wished that he was definitely not his."I don't know if you believe it, Your Majesty. Abella came to me. He asked me to stay away from you. I get it, I'm not the real Viola. I'm not their Viola and I'm not the Viola you love. He may ask me to part with you, but do not insult me. I still have my pride."

"But I won't grant Abella's request, Alana." Duke Cristin grabbed both hands of Viola. "I don't know who you are, right. You're not my Viola. I lost it because I was negligent in running a husband. But now, whoever you are. Whether you're Viola or not. You will forever be my wife. Thanks to you too, Alana. I realized I was wrong about Viola. And for that, I do not want to waste the woman who is now in front of me. I don't want to lose her again. You've been the one giving me that warmth."

"Your Majesty still loves Viola." Said Viola who felt unsure of Duke Cristin's words. He doubts the love issue. He did not get sick a second time.

"I love her, but I'll love you as Alana. I will try to make you happy, love you as Alana not as Viola. All this time you gave me the meaning of warmth. You have to believe me."

"Abella wants you, I don't want to ..."

Duke Cristin covered Viola's mouth with his index finger. "Let me love you, not as Viola but as Alana. I won't let anyone hurt you. I'll protect you. I'll try to start over, start living with Alana. I will try to love you, trust you. Because I'm sure, Alana the bar-bar girl is my woman."

"And for Abella's problem. I'll make the calculations for him."