The wind blew. As he stood precariously on the windowsill, even a gust of wind felt like a terrifying threat. However, a whisper far more dangerous mingled with the wind. She was speaking. [Liene] "—Lets go somewhere else." Laffit couldn't observe what was happening inside the room. Instead, he strained his ears and listened to her voice. [Liene] "—Move to the room next door." Those were words meant for him (Laffit), not for the savage: I will risk my life to bring this

When Liene finished getting ready and stepped outside, Black was already waiting with his horse, ready to depart for the funeral. [Liene] “Ah…” Seeing him standing there, Liene froze. Perhaps because he had deliberately dressed to accompany her, Black was wearing all black. Not only him, but the Tiwakan soldiers behind him were also dressed the same. Every piece of his dark clothing seemed to explain why the rumors about him—that he had been abandoned by the God of Death a

[Black] “No.” Black’s answer was so quick that Fermos was confused for a moment. [Fermos] “Then why…?” [Black] “She is still in the Princess’s heart.” Considering everything that happened that day, that was how Black saw the situation. Even though Liene didn't summon him herself, Liene’s ex-lover still came to see her. And Liene was clearly in a panic, trying to hide the man’s presence from Black. She even went to the extraordinary lengths of trying to seduce Black just

Did he know? Was he deliberately asking despite knowing everything? Was he baiting me to confess before he opened that window? She struggled to prevent herself from turning toward the window where Laffit was likely clinging precariously to the ledge. [Liene] "Yes... That is correct." [Black] "Then all is well." The man who seemed to know everything simply uttered those words. [Liene] "..." She could not afford to feign composure. She had to move him away from the chamber as

She could have found a plausible excuse. An excuse to refuse the wedding night: "I am carrying a child." That excuse, however, was too temporary. Once the marriage was formalized, she knew she had to conceive as quickly as possible. Although the biological father was undoubtedly Black’s, the child would still inherit the Arsak name, as promised, and become the next ruler. It was the best possible outcome for her. Though the marriage was forced by an inevitable proposal, she h

He didn't need to try hard to realize his mind was solely focused on her. His shoulder hurt constantly because of it. Every time she moved, his head followed. His body was still, but his head turned, naturally pulling at his arrow-pierced shoulder. He found the matter preposterous, yet he had no intention of denying the obvious consequence of his shoulder's movement. He stared at her in a daze. If she were in front of his eyes all day, he would stare at her all day. [Fermos]

His question was absolutely unfair. She asked herself countless times, but her inner answer was always the same: she didn't object. [Liene] “If you move... what is it you want to do?” [Black] “There are many things I can do.” The fingers that had been slowly stroking her hair paused at the nape of her neck. All the sensations she had tried to ignore surged back entirely. The tremor that started deep inside her ran along her spine. She could see her own fingers, resting on hi

[Flambard] “Hmm... This robe is better than I expected.” That was her comment after opening an old wooden trunk covered in dust. [Liene] “Yes. I thought so too.” Liene had brought Madam Flambard to the royal storeroom. Inside was a trunk containing her late father's clothes. Most of the valuable jewels had been sold, but some items remained. One of them was the late King's wedding robe. [Liene] “The embroidery is still intact.” She touched the robe, which still held the rich

...Her heart was uneasy. He lifted her onto his horse. The warmth and touch emanating from his back continued to make her uncomfortable. Fewer guards followed him than had been left behind at the Kleinfelter Residence. Only three mercenaries straggled behind, making her feel as if it were just the two of them going somewhere. [Liene] “Does your wounded shoulder... not bother you?” She asked, swallowing her internal discomfort. [Liene] “If you find it difficult to hold the rei

She couldn't believe it. [Liene] “Laffit!” Her former lover spat out the same nonsense as his uncle, right in front of her eyes, which were trembling with shock. [Laffit] “I will spend the rest of my life thanking God for this day, where I can have the beautiful Princess as my wife. I hope the Princess will also accept and be happy with me as your husband.” [Liene] “Our relationship is over! Our relationship will never return! Forcing a marriage won't change a thing!” [Laffit

[Liene] “There are all sorts of rumors following Tiwakan. There was a rumor that their leader was a sodomite, wasn't there?” She tried hard to remain calm. A sodomite? What a ridiculous rumor. She remembered his kiss. It was impossible for a man to kiss someone he didn't desire with such passion. If she thought about the forced kisses she had given her own lover, the answer became even clearer. It was purely an unfounded rumor. It must be just a rumor. [Laffit] “How can yo

[Lyndon] “You claim you came to convey your condolences in person... Hmm.....” His expression was clearly far from welcoming. However, he also showed no signs of grief over his nephew’s death, as he knew that he had not truly died. [Liene] “Yes.” She faced Lyndon, the Chairman of the Grand Council, who had refused to budge despite her repeated requests for him to come to the palace. Since Nauk’s finances had fallen into deficit, he had completely neglected his duties as Chai

She lost all sense of time, submerged entirely in the moment. When the kiss finally ended, she gasped for air. Her lips felt warm and puffy. His lips were wet and glistening; hers likely were too. [Black] "I didn’t expect that kind of reaction." He murmured, pulling back only far enough for his lips to move. [Black] "It doesn't feel bad. Including this dress." The arm that was claimed to be injured was now wrapped tightly around her waist. She felt a thrilling sense of dan

[Liene] "......What?" Those light-colored pupils swept over her neck and the lower part of her body. Liene, who unconsciously lowered her head following his gaze, felt her cheeks flush. Is it because my clothes are loose? She knew her clothes weren't fitting her body well. However, she thought her clothes weren't bad enough to be openly stared at like that. ...I didn't think he was the type to care about other people's clothes. She tilted her head, confused. What about hi

The path out of the chapel was quiet, just as it was when Liene entered. It seemed she wouldn’t run into the Tiwakan search team. It was a huge relief. Liene took a long breath after she was a good distance away from the chapel. The moon was shining dimly tonight. It was the first time she felt grateful that the sky wasn't so bright. "We must hurry," Liene said, suddenly stopping and slightly pulling Weroz’s clothes. Weroz turned. “What does Your Highness mean?” [Liene] “

[Liene] "That is...." It was extremely strange. Taken? By whom, from whom? You are the one who took me from him. He spoke as if Liene already belonged to him. [Liene] "Why do you use a word like 'taken'?" [Black] "And now I think, it’s good that you weren't taken." [Liene] "Lord Tiwakan—" [Black] "If you had married another man, it would have become messier. ...And it would have been harder for me to restrain myself." His murmur sounded blurry and unclear, like he was dreamin