Your Majesty! I Found the Divorce Papers

Three years after remarriage. After sharing a bed as usual, Cesare said to the emperor as he left the bedroom. “Your Majesty, did you spend this heat alone again?” I stared at him, not finding anything particularly strange about it, and then came the absurd words. “Your Majesty, let’s get a divorce.” What kind of nonsense is this out of the blue? I thought he was just tired and ignored it, but every other day he kept talking about divorce relentlessly. Then one day, while arguing about divorce as if it had become a routine, Cesare slipped on the snowy road and had an accident. I waited anxiously for a few days. Cesare, who barely woke up, had lost his memory! This couldn't be a bett...