Chapter 88
The b*****s that had usually been soft now hardened, and even placing her hand to check their temperature hurt.
Putting on clothes was an indescribable stimulation.
When a coarse fabric brushed against her hardened n*****s, the pain was so severe she would jump even in front of the ladies-in-waiting.
So for the past few days, Floria—knowing it was something she shouldn’t—would leave her b*****s exposed when alone.
Even without squeezing, small drops of white milk gathered at the tips.
“If only Catherine were here.”
The book had said that she should have the milk expressed.
That she should massage. But she could not bring herself to ask the ladies-in-waiting in Chief Castle—a place still so foreign—to touch her b*****s.
In moments like that, she longed for her wet nurse, Catherine.
Two weeks ago, Catherine had gone home for a while due to a fever.
She must not spread the illness to the Grand Prince, and Floria wanted Catherine—who had suffered a long time after the birth—to have a restful leave.
“Now that the baby has been born some time ago, I can manage on my own for about a month.
And there are other nurses and ladies-in-waiting.”
Catherine, worried over Floria’s condition almost like a mother, said this with certainty, then granted her a generous leave.
But, Floria had not expected this to happen.
Today, too, after laying Klesia in the baby crib, she returned to her room and hurriedly opened the front flap of her nightgown.
Though the baby had barely nursed, already her chest looked swollen and hard.
“To massage…”
Even lightly grabbing the large b****t with her hand was enough to make the vision blur with pain.
She could not muster the courage to touch it.
But
White b****t milk gathered at the swollen n****e tips.
If she didn’t express it somehow, she would suffer through the night again as she had the previous night.
Her b*****s were so hot that yesterday she had felt as though a fever burned from head to toe, dizzy all over.
I really must express it.
So Floria resolved inwardly.
I can do it.
Didn’t I already endure the pains of labor? So, I can do this.
Worried in case the room gets soiled, she brought in a white towel, told that no one must enter the room, then sat in the armchair.
“Huu.”
Drawing a deep breath, she squeezed her b****t.
At first, she pinched the n****e tip with her fingertips. After a few tentative tugs, clear milk flowed out.
“Aik…”
Even at that small amount, the pain was intense and she inhaled sharply. In the mirror placed on the small table in the distance, her reflection appeared.
Each time she drew breath between the gap of her navy nightgown, it fluttered, quivering.
A strange, shameful sight.
That Aidan was not in the castle was the only comfort in this torment.
Aidan had already been away from the castle for a month.
With him absent, every night was lonely, she longed for her beloved husband—but in this moment, she was relieved he couldn’t see her in such a disgraceful state.
If he saw me like this, I’d die of embarrassment.
“Haa, haa.”
Panting, she gripped her right b****t with her hands.
The full b****t barely fit into her gentle hands.
She squeezed once more.
“Kkeut.”
A scream couldn’t even form—the pain was tremendous.
The milk pooled inside gushed forth.
The b****t was stained white with milk upon being touched.
Her nightgown, trailing downward, also became soaked.
For a moment, her hand’s imprint remained on the b****t—either because she had squeezed so hard, or the milk had built up so much.
It was excruciating pain.
But simultaneously, there was the relieving sensation as if a festering tooth had finally been removed.
Leaning back in the chair, she gasped for breath.
But the relief lasted only a moment.
Should I call the doctor after all?
Yet, in Chief, the doctors are all men.
She could not have another man see her b*****s.
Once again, Floria clasped her left b****t with her hand and squeezed lightly, then clenching her teeth, squeezed it hard.
“Ah!”
Something felt like it broke through, and the milk popped forward in one burst.
Swoosh.
The door swung open.
Into the room strode a man so large he nearly touched the doorframe’s top.
The man she never wanted to show this to.
The man she loved most in the world. It was Aidan.
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