Rose imdiately nodded, a smile carving its way onto her lips—a painful, bitter smile.
"Oh, I forgot," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The only reason why we consummated... it was just to get an heir. That’s what this was all about, right?"
The bitter truth hit her like a punch to the gut; her heart squeezed in pain as her body trembled slightly.
Zethan remained silent, letting her speak.
"No wonder," she continued, her voice cracking as she bit her lip and tears welled in her eyes. "No wonder all those sweet words... they were all lies."
Without a word, Zethan gently pulled her toward him, guiding her to sit on his lap. His voice was quiet, deep, and smooth.
"They weren’t lies, Rose," he said, pausing. "And now you think this is just another one?"
She looked up at him, her voice just a whisper.
"Yes, it is?"
Her lips curved downward as she tried to smile, but the effort faltered, and the corners of her mouth trembled. Fighting back tears, she quietly settled onto Zethan’s lap. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths. As she finally spoke, her voice wavered and stuttered.
"Y... you d... deceived ," she said, trembling. "You... you are... sniff... you were the one who promised there would be no mistresses."
Zethan’s body froze, clearly caught off guard by her words and her cry. He did not expect her to cry like that; her body trembled. He must have hurt her deeply. He did not even know this brave-looking lady was actually this soft.
"You promised you wouldn’t have any mistresses... and yet you left to et her."
Tears ran down her cheeks.
Rose’s voice cracked, her entire fra shaking with visible hurt.
When she spoke quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, she said, "You’re so annoying. A very annoying king. You don’t keep your promises."
Zethan responded softly, "I sent her away."
At his words, Rose slowly turned. Her eyes, already red, no longer stared angrily but with hurt and confusion.
"The reason I left was to send my mistress away, not to do anything else. When I make promises, Bunny, I keep them." His tone was serious, and Rose’s lips trembled slightly.
"Then why did you leave ? You could have sent her away tomorrow. Why did you leave alone? Why did you? You promised. You promised!" she repeated, her gaze fixed on him, trembling with emotion.
Zethan simply watched her patiently, allowing her to vent all her anger. He had no problem with it.
She continued, "You promised to call for dinner, but you just sent the maid instead. Who wouldn’t think otherwise?"
As she turned her face away, embarrassnt and a faint shine of tears glistened on her cheeks. She had cried in front of him and acted almost childishly. She must have misunderstood though—who wouldn’t?
His voice softened. "I apologize, my wife, if I have done anything to worry you. I wouldn’t want that."
Rose’s eyes widened in surprise at his apology. Quietly, she said, "Apology accepted."
As she shifted her gaze, shyness creeping in, how was she going to face him now that she had said all those things—not to ntion she had called him—oh my, she had called him a liar.
’Oh Rose, you have been so quick to conclude. Why, just why? He had gone because he respected you. Now you just—oh,’ she scread at herself as she buried her face.
Zethan chuckled softly. "Look at , wife."
But Rose shook her head, unable to face him. Soft sniffles escaped her as tears traced down her face, her lashes fluttering wetly.
Gently, Zethan lifted her chin with his fingers, making her et his eyes. Their gaze locked, and his voice wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
"I would never break a promise. When I make one, I stand by it." He moved as he gently wiped away her tears with his thumb.
"You...." She pointed at him almost accusingly.
A small laugh escaped Rose, almost to herself, at how emotional she’d been.
"Hmm, ? I don’t mind your tears. You look like a crying goddess."
Rose’s cheeks flushed deeper as she glared at him, her lips pouting softly. Zethan leaned in slightly, tilting his face to the side, his silver hair falling gracefully with the movent. His smoldering gaze locked onto hers as she whispered quietly, "Then why did you let keep speaking? You made look like a fool."
Zethan’s voice softened as he replied, "You’re not a fool. Your emotions matter, and whatever you want to say, you can say it to ."
Why does he keep making her finally realize the rumors weren’t true about his ruthlessness? In fact, it was the other way around—he was so gentle with her.
After a brief pause, he added gently, "Does your inner thigh hurt?"
Rose’s eyes flew wide, her mouth opening and closing in shock. Zethan grinned beside her. She couldn’t believe he had actually said those words so bluntly—oh my heavens, this man was truly shaless.
"It’s normal for it to hurt the first ti," Zethan continued smoothly. "Don’t worry, once I keep doing it with you, your body will get used to my cock. It will—"
"Zethan!" Rose interrupted imdiately, her hands flying up to cover his mouth. "Please stop being so shaless!"
Zethan chuckled softly as he spoke, "I’m not shaless."
Rose rolled her eyes, but he continued with a teasing grin, "Okay, fine. Answer, and I will not ask again,"
Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she nodded quietly. "A little," she whispered.
Leaning in closer, Zethan wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her gently onto his lap. His lips brushed against her earlobe, biting it softly as he whispered, "I can make it better. I can ease the pain."
Rose’s eyes widened even more, her ears turning warm at his words. She shifted, trying to stand, but he held her firmly in place.
"Stay here a little longer," he urged quietly.
Rose’s lips pressed together, and after a mont, she finally spoke. "You’ve really made angry."
Zethan smiled against her skin. "Then what should I do to make you less angry, my bunny?"
She responded quietly, "Let feed you."
As his body froze, Rose’s lips curved into a teasing smile as she leaned closer to his mouth. "Is there a problem, Your Highness? Oh, are you shy?" she whispered, her lips curling up with excitent.
Zethan finally cleared his throat, and to her surprise, his ear flushed a delicate shade of pink. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Was he actually blushing?
She opened her mouth, pointing playfully at his ear. "Oh my goodness, His Majesty is blushing so hard!"
Zethan turned his face to the side, his hands moving to scratch softly at the back of his neck. Then, with a quiet voice, he said, "You may feed , my wife."
Rose giggled softly as her hands moved to the table, picking up a glass filled with assorted fruits.
She held the glass quietly in her hand, scooping a spoonful of fruit before gently bringing it to Zethan’s lips. Softly, she spoke, waiting for his reaction.
Zethan was silent for a mont, staring at her almost in disbelief. She giggled quietly, savoring the mont and his reaction.
"Say ah."
Slowly, he parted his lips, and she carefully fed him the spoonful, watching as he chewed softly.
"How does it taste?" she whispered, her excitent barely contained.
Zethan smiled and teased, "Not bad... but you’re sweeter."
The spoon in Rose’s hand slipped, but Zethan caught it swiftly. He spoke softly, "Bunny, getting a little clumsy, hmm?"
Rose’s cheeks flushed, warmth spreading down her neck. She couldn’t believe he had just said those words to her. Zethan’s grin widened slightly as he watched her reaction with amusent.
Quietly, Rose said, "Your Majesty, it seems you’re quite skilled with your words. aning, I’m not the first you’ve said sothing like that to." A faint tingle of jealousy slipped into her voice, not going unnoticed by Zethan.
"You’re the first," he said deeply.
Rose gave him a pointed look. "Your Majesty. Are you lying?"
Zethan shook his head and pointed at his nose. "Do you see it growing?"
Rose nodded. "Yes, see? It’s growing. Oh my goodness, it’s growing!"
As Zethan’s hand moved toward his nose, she burst into soft laughter, her lodic giggle filling the room like a sweet lullaby. Zethan simply listened, captivated.
Realizing he was staring, Rose bit her lip and held back a smile. "You see, actions speak louder than words," she whispered.
Zethan pinched her cheek gently. "Oh really?" he said.
Rose nodded, scooping another spoonful of fruit and pushing it to his lips. But just as he opened his mouth, she suddenly pushed the spoon to her own lips instead, quietly eating, her cheeks puffed out with the sweet fruit. At that mont, she looked like a cute kitten who had just been given its milk.
Zethan chuckled, shaking his head in amusent.
Then, as if a serious note clicked in, Rose asked quietly, "About what you said earlier... is it true?"
Zethan raised an eyebrow. "What did I say earlier?"
Rose’s voice dropped even softer. "About you not being human."
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