A Peacock Husband of Five Princesses by day, a Noble Assassin by Night Chapter 88: Come on, let’s have s*x then

The town had settled into the quiet hum of the night, the occasional hoot of an owl breaking the stillness.

Kael lay on his back, one arm resting over his forehead, his breathing even as he hovered on the edge of sleep. Laura, however, was anything but restful. She shifted under the covers, rolling onto her side, then onto her back again. Every so often, she would sigh quietly, glancing toward her husband, waiting for a response that never ca.

Minutes passed like this before she finally gave in.

"Dear," she murmured, nudging his shoulder lightly.

He stirred but didn’t fully wake, mumbling sothing incoherent.

"Kael," she tried again, firr this ti.

His eyes blinked open lazily, and he turned his head to face her. His silver eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were hazy with sleep. "What is it?" he muttered, voice low and rough.

Laura hesitated, then exhaled. "Are you still displeased with ?"

Kael barely lifted an eyebrow, looking more exasperated than anything. "Displeased?" He yawned, stretching slightly before settling back into the bed. "I already told you. I was still thinking about how to deal with Miss Nadia."

"But, you have missed your chance to ask her because of ," Laura replied, her tone was quite apologetic.

Kael shrugged. "It’s alright. I can just bring it up tomorrow."

"That’s not an answer," Laura pointed out, turning on her side to face him fully.

Kael sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Laura, it’s not a big deal. I told you, I don’t mind."

She wasn’t convinced.

"If you really didn’t mind, then why did you avoid talking about the market for the rest of the day? You said you lost the opportunity to talk and will look for another opportunity, but you didn’t bring it up with her." Her voice was quiet, but the sharpness in her words was unmistakable. Moreover, you barely spoke to anyone since noon, not even to ."

Kael didn’t respond right away. He simply stared at the ceiling, as if contemplating how much of the truth he wanted to share.

Finally, he exhaled slowly. "I just… didn’t feel like it. I had too much in my head at the mont."

Laura frowned. That wasn’t like him. He wasn’t the type to lose interest in sothing unless sothing else was on his mind.

Laura reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm. "Kael," she said softly, "what’s really on your mind?"

For a mont, he didn’t answer.

Then, finally, he turned his head to look at her, sothing unreadable flickering in his gaze.

"Nothing," he said. But the way he said it… she knew it was a lie.

And that only made her more concerned. "C’mon, why are you keeping things from ? Are you so annoyed by that you now refuse to even speak your mind? What? You don’t trust or sothing? Or you suspect my intelligence that I can’t help you with any advice or sothing?"

As she kept on rambling about this and that, Kael let out a long sigh, running a hand over his face before turning on his side to face Laura properly. "Fine," he said at last. "I was annoyed. Just a little."

Laura’s expression shifted, a flicker of guilt and a bit surprise crossing her face, but she remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I love the fact that you care about more than anyone," he admitted. "I know I’m always your first priority, and I do appreciate that. But sotis…" He exhaled, his gaze flickering away. "Sotis, you can be a little overbearing."

Laura’s lips parted slightly in surprise, but Kael pressed on.

"A man needs his privacy now and then, Laura," he said. "There are things I want to do on my own. When you invade my space, even if it’s out of worry, it makes feel like you don’t trust . Like you think I’ll ss up or get into trouble if you’re not there to watch over . Like you think I don’t have the capacity to even look after myself." His voice dropped slightly, laced with frustration. "It makes feel pathetic. And sotis, in sex…"

Laura’s brows furrowed as he suddenly paused, his expression shifting as if he had said too much. He looked away, biting his lip, and she could tell he was holding sothing back.

Laura blinked. "What about sex?"

Kael shook his head quickly. "Nothing. Forget it."

That only made her more curious. She propped herself up on one elbow, narrowing her eyes. "No, tell . You started to say sothing. Be honest with , Kael. Do you not like having sex with or sothing?"

His eyes widened slightly at the ridiculousness of the question, and he imdiately shook his head. "No, of course not. That’s not it at all. I love having sex with you."

"Then what?" she pressed, determined now. "Are you saying we’re having too much sex? You’re tired of ?"

Kael let out an exasperated breath. "Laura, no. That’s not what I an."

"Then what do you an?"

He hesitated again, clearly embarrassed, but finally, he forced himself to just say it.

"It’s just…" He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze. "Sotis, I want you to do things for too. The way I do them for you. You know… before the main thing." His voice was quieter now, more awkward. "Amanda did it for a couple of tis, and I liked that, well… I’m too embarrassed to ask you. Or lissa, for that matter."

Laura stared at him for a mont, processing his words. Then she blinked.

"...That’s it?"

Kael looked mildly offended. "What do you an, that’s it?"

She shrugged. "It’s not a big deal. Why didn’t you just say sothing earlier?"

His ears burned slightly. "Because it’s embarrassing."

Laura rolled her eyes before leaning closer, her tone teasing but affectionate. "Dear, we’re married and the Lord knows how many tis we slept since our wedding night. There’s nothing embarrassing about telling what you want in sex." A small smirk played on her lips as she pushed him onto his back, straddling him effortlessly. "So? What exactly do you want to do?"

Kael swallowed, his breath hitching slightly as he looked up at her.

She grinned. "Co on, tell . And let’s have sex then."