dea took a nap until midday because she thought maybe Lyle might co at night.
If Lyle ca at night, she wouldn’t be able to sleep until dawn. Her body was tired, but she was in a good mood, so dea felt sowhat excited.
She woke up late, ate lunch, and spent the whole day idling around in bed.
As she prepared to go to bed after dinner, she felt sothing was wrong.
Yesterday Lyle had visited her during the day.
There was no law that should be the sa today, but sothing felt strange.
The maids were excited, grooming dea’s skin and putting on a new negligee, but dea’s mood was gradually sinking lower and lower.
‘I don’t think I’ll co.’
He is human. Was he tired after all? Did you have pain in your back? But there is no law that if you co to my bed, you must do it.
There were so many things we could talk about and do together.
Waiting for Lyle, dea stayed awake until late at night. I really wanted to wait, so I waited—No. It was because I overslept during the day and took a nap so I can’t sleep. Tsk—You’re like that, well…
Disappointed, by midnight, dea put a blanket around her neck and went to sleep.
I wasn’t waiting for him. I took a lot of naps so I couldn’t sleep!— so I was just awake.
‘Humph!’
***
Lyle couldn’t sleep either.
I hate dea though… … I wasn’t convinced I had to absolve her from her past actions because of my new-found feelings for her.
It’s so unfair! She did lose her mory…….. … Should I pretend to forget all the things she did to and accept her?
But those awful recollections still remain in .
Even deep inside, Lyle knew dea, herself, was not so terrible.
What Lyle really hated was the ugly won that raped him during his childhood, and the mont he saw them in dea—, soplace deep within Lyle, dea had beco one of them.
So he hated it, and it beca unacceptable; if they had been alive, they would have been shredded apart and killed hundreds of tis.
The forr Empress used poison, but Lyle, ever since he was a small boy, imagined how he would have killed them a thousand tis in a thousand different ways.
As an adult—when he realized it wasn’t normal— he couldn’t get over the feeling that he shouldn’t have experienced such a thing. He was apart of the imperial family; if soone shouldn’t have been touched—it should have been him. It was so unfair.
Instead, his position, which should have protected him, isolated him, with no one to sympathize with him or confide in.
Nevertheless, Lyle wanted to see dea.
‘I miss her… …’
“Millie… … . dea… …”
With a bleak murmur of longing, Lyle looked down at his hands on his lap. They were empty like his hollow heart.
***
Miledia woke up late in the morning and yawned a long ti.
Yesterday she took naps and fell asleep late at night. dea created a strange sleep cycle to try and compensate for her lack of slumber.
“Napping can’t make up for good old sleep!” cried dea to herself.
There was a knock.
“Co in.”
With the her pjs only slightly ruffled and her being fully clothed the maid must have known all night that Lyle had not co to dea’s bedroom, but she looked quite happy.
“Good morning, Your Majesty.”
“Oh, yes. Where are my clothes to change?”
“Huh? You weren’t going to wash up first?”
“Huh?”
Of course I was going to wash up, but I didn’t feel like walking around wearing only a transparent negligee.
dea stretched out her arm wrapped in a negligee out of the blanket.
“I told you I wouldn’t go around like this.”
“His Majesty didn’t tear it this ti.”
“What?”
“What?”
dea frowned at her lady-in-waiting’s reply.
“His Majesty didn’t co yesterday?”
“He did. I saw with my own two eyes that he was secretly sneaking out at dawn.”
“What?”
In the middle of the night when dea was asleep, Lyle secretly entered the bedside of the Empress’s Palace, where dea was asleep without a servant.
Then he looked up at dea, who was asleep until dawn, and then quietly went out,
‘He ca, but just went?’
It was a weird change.
“His Majesty didn’t wake your Majesty, the Empress, up? Oh my!”
“Why?”
“His Majesty must really care about the Empress! He kept in mind your tiredness from yesterday.”
‘Looks like she’s writing a novel too.’
dea shook his head and instructed the maid to bring her a change of clothes.
It’s Lyle. If she t him later, she could just ask him directly.
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