The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

"……so?"

Celeste looked at Eskrit blankly, he guessed what Eskrit was thinking, but he refused to accept it.

For the sake of fairness, he and Escrit made an appointment to be the husband once at the wedding. This time it was Escrit's turn to be the husband, and he needed to play the role of wife.

In fact, for this performance, he had already prepared his identity in advance, arranged a "dowry" for himself, and even learned the lady's etiquette in line with his role in order not to reveal his secrets. These things were very cumbersome. Celeste was very impatient.After spending so much thought, now Escrit actually proposed to change his identity!

Changing the identity of an ordinary noble lady into a royal princess is not a flirtatious statement. If Celeste agrees, then he will not only have to redo his own identity, but also prepare a "dowry" that is suitable for the princess's identity. Need to learn the etiquette of the princess... It is absolutely impossible to do these things without half a year.

Celeste didn't want to agree to him at all.

"So I want you to..."

Escrito hugged Celeste tenderly, and the slight heat blew on Celeste's ear, making him struggle uncomfortably.

"I disagree."

He said dryly: "Don't think that it's easy to change one's identity."

"Let me take care of it for you?"

Escrit did not give up, and continued: "Besides, changing your identity is also good for you."

Celeste: "Oh, really?"

He glanced at Escrit to see what he could say.

"Of course." Escrit smiled, "If it's a marriage between ordinary nobles, then the wife should take care of the husband. But, if I'm the one who favors you, then you don't need to take care of the housework. I still need to be careful to please you."

Celeste: "...No, it's not that I can't take care of you, anyway, it's only for a while."

"Really? You are so sweet."

Escrito kissed Celeste's earlobe affectionately, and said with a smile: "It's not that I don't trust you, it's because I have been taking care of you all this time, I can't imagine you Take care of my scene."

"You underestimate me?"

Celeste frowned. He didn't think the things his wife should do were complicated. He could handle political affairs in an orderly manner, let alone a family?It's just a trivial matter, compared to such a troublesome matter of changing identities, Celeste would rather "take care" of Escrit.

"It seems that you are quite confident." Escrit laughed a few times: "Then how about we rehearse in advance?"

Celeste: "Isn't that necessary? I have something to do tomorrow."

But even though he had sternly refused, Escrit was still entangled. In the end, Celeste had no choice but to agree with him to "rehearse" for a day to prove his ability.

The time was set three days later, and Celeste didn't think it would be a challenge, so he stayed up the night before to watch the new story from his mother's country. He was fascinated by it, and waited until after reading it Only to find that it was already midnight, and Escrito was uncharacteristically not urging him to sleep.

"Ready for bed?"

After he put down the book, Escrit asked in a calm tone. Celeste was a little dazed. He glanced at Escrit suspiciously and nodded, "Well, I'm asleep."

Escrite sat beside him, and after hearing what he said, he blew out the candles, and the room became dark, Celeste put the book aside, and lay down to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, he found that Escrit was still lying beside him and sound asleep. At first, he was a little proud that he woke up earlier than Escrit, but when he looked at the clock, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning. up.

How is this going?

Escrito overslept?

He stretched out his hand and pushed Escrit, who opened his eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"I should be the one to ask you this sentence." He frowned: "What's wrong with you today?"

Escrito sat up, leaned over and kissed Celeste's forehead, with an unusual laziness in his tone: "My dear lord, have you forgotten the 'practice' we agreed upon?"

"What does this have to do with 'practice'?"

Celeste was a little dazed. In his vision, his life as a "wife" would be no different from his previous life except for wearing an extra skirt.

"Oh, I knew you would be like this." Escrit smiled and took out a note and handed it to Celeste, "So I wrote for you what your wife needs to do, just in Here, you can take a look as a reference."

Celeste took the note from Escrit and looked down: "Every morning, the wife needs to get up before the husband, and then order the servant to arrange breakfast. After the breakfast is arranged, the wife returns to the bedroom. Take care of her husband to get up..."

"I see you are dreaming."

Celeste looked at Escrit in disbelief: "What are you thinking?"

Escrit returned an innocent smile: "But that's what I used to do."

He still didn't mean to get up, he just half-raised his body, "Look, I wake up earlier than you every time, arrange breakfast for you, and then go back to the bedroom to help you get up. Every suggestion above is from me. Based on my own experience, is there anything wrong with it?"

It is true that Escrito did these things before, but his identity is not only Celeste’s lover, but also Celeste’s servant. From Celeste’s point of view, it is only natural for him to do these things He never imagined that one day, Escrit would use the same terms to demand himself.

"you you……"

Celeste "you" for a long time, but couldn't find anything to say, and finally could only accuse him aggrievedly: "You did it on purpose! You bully!"

Hearing this, Escrito curled up his ten fingers hidden in the quilt slightly, feeling quite impatient.However, he held back and suggested innocently: "But this is what wives need to do between husband and wife with similar family backgrounds. If you can't bear it, how about changing your identity? You can change to someone higher than me, So I have come to serve you, just as before."

Celeste immediately understood what Escrito wanted to do, and he raised his eyebrows, just because he didn't want the other party to do what he wanted.So His Excellency the Duke showed a standard smirk, "You are very good, my dear."

"So what do you think?"

Escrit asked: "How about you consider my proposal?"

"That's not necessary." Celeste smirked and said, "Isn't it just these things? It's so simple, I can completely control it."

Escrito showed a disappointed expression, which made Celeste a little proud, and he got out of bed quickly: "Wait for me to take care of you, dear, dear."

He took off his pajamas and prepared to put on today's clothes.

Just when he was halfway through dressing, Escrit's voice sounded again: "My lord, don't forget your current identity, I have prepared the clothes you are going to wear today, and they are in the closet inside."

Celeste opened the closet and found a whole row of...skirts inside.

"..."