Lyle’s body felt alive in a way he never experienced before. It was burning with a need to embrace her.
Finding guidance in recounting his duties during this perplexing tribulation, Lyle ca to a resolution.
Because it was union day, and she was his empress.
Even if it wasn’t today, they would eventually have to embrace each other. They only had each other to produce an heir.
“dea.”
When he called her na, dea glanced up at Lyle.
Lyle was shocked by her lovely hazy dewy eyes.
That dea looks lovely! It was evident that my head was weird! For a mont, he was struck dumb by his thoughts
“You don’t have to sleep with anymore if we have a child. I won’t look for you anymore, so don’t reject .” Neither did Lyle want to find dea.
At Lyle’s words, Mildia looked at him breathlessly and seed to be pondering for a mont.
‘You really don’t seem to rember.’
dea was contemplating whether or not she could get out of this situation.
It was the Middle Ages with no electricity or subway. They say there’s magic, but she’s no magician. She was only a daughter of an influential aristocrat who had no skills—only lucky enough to have an outstanding appearance—the only quality she could take outside the palace. Plus, she wasn’t even the protagonist.
Could she reject the Emperor and escape the palace?
I have longed for the strong heroine of the novel. But they were the ones who had unlimited amounts of potential and luck that the writer gave them in a fictitious world.
My reality is different. It was cold and unforgiving. No. It was so cruel that it made shudder.
She was not an innocent child who believed in luck.
‘I’m not the protagonist,’ she thought.
Without the protection of her father, the Duke, or the Emperor, she was no better than a powerless child stranded on an island.
It would be too predictable that as soon as she stepped outside, her eye-catching appearance would gain her too much attention, and she would be kidnapped and sold into slavery.
When analyzing her inevitable doom, dea’s face beca bitter.
I don’t want the Emperor’s favor, but I have a huge advantage of staying here.
dea recalled the comfort of the Imperial Palace, Lyle’s handso countenance, and his gentle manner that was described in the novel: ‘I won’t be rough.’
If I tolerated this night, I could spend my whole life comfortably.
I wondered, ‘Is this okay?’ My moral compass was spinning in confusion.
But on the other hand, I was curious.
Here was a well-praised hero, as described in the novel, so it was unlikely that it would be the worst night ever.
It’s not that I don’t have any resistance or sha, but really, this was already sowhat determined.
It was fortunate that Lyle tried to persuade and not force .
“Then…… please don’t hurt …”
Lyle sucked in his breath at a flustered dea, who hesitantly replied without making eye contact.
She was like a completely different woman.
The dea he knew never showed this expression.
“Yes.”
Lyle reached out to dea.
“I promise,” he whispered, slowly kissing.
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