Duke's Beautiful Tailor

She couldn’t turn her eyes away.

“….So I went to the Duke.”

The duke, who had been listening to Helena briefly talk about the past, realised later that the young lady in front of him was clutching the hem of her robe with both hands.

In particular, the right hand was so tight that it looked white. This time, he couldn’t take his eyes off her hands.

“Excuse me. May I hold your hand for a moment?”

Helena’s eyes widened at the sudden question. She blinked a few times before answering.

“Yes- Yes.”

But Helena asked what the duke was going to do.

He didn’t know what to answer.

As soon as the permission was granted, the duke reached out and grabbed her right hand, and Helena opened her eyes wider than before.

Duke Bronant watched Helena’s eyes tremble in surprise. It reminded him of a lake that was so clear and clean that it reflected the cloudy sky. Her eyes fluttered as if a large stone had been thrown into the lake.

The duke couldn’t think of anything for a moment at the fact that Helena’s hand, which had slipped into his, was much smaller than it looked as he looked at her astonished face. He knew he had to give her an appropriate answer, who was desperately explaining the situation, but nothing came up either.

For the first time in his life, the duke thought that he might not be very sensible and rational. All he could feel was that Helena’s small, white hands were surprisingly cold and slightly damp with tension.

How nervous was the woman in front of him? Just by touching this cold hand, he could clearly see how she felt about how he had confided in her. He felt a little sad.

Suddenly, the duke realised that her hands were a little rougher than they looked. This was because Helena was also wearing gloves at the tea party.

He hadn’t noticed.

Unlike the ladies and young girls who always wore gloves to care for their hands, small calluses were embedded in her hands. Originally, the hands were not as soft as the noble ladies, but after receiving the order for the duke’s ceremonial costume, it was due to the constant playing with the needle.

It wasn’t a white and soft hand that could be called a lady’s virtue, but it was a hand worth more than that. Until now, the duke had never seriously thought about who made the clothes he wore.

But when he thought that the woman in front of him was making her own clothes by playing with the small needle all day, he had a strange feeling.

This baby with frightened eyes.

He wondered what she was thinking while making his clothes. After they broke apart at the tea party, he kept thinking about Helena, the little princess of Stud.

She must have thought of herself that much.

Kiss.

With that thought in mind, he impulsively kissed the back of Helena’s hand.

“Ah!”

Helena made a small noise without realising it in her panic.

It was embarrassing to see the large, warm hand suddenly grab her’s, but it was Helena who could not understand why the duke in front of her was kissing the back of her hand.