That memory served like an alarm. It made her heart race and chest tight, but she didn't feel that bad about it. That is… another form of surprise for her. ‘Why did that man suddenly appear?’ Sashal pinched her cheek as she shook her head left and right in disbelief. She thought she could chase away the shadow of the silver-haired man flirting with her in the Arena by doing that. But it didn't work. The more she tried to erase the memories of that night, the more precise the image of that man in her mind became. A rare silver-haired man knelt in front of her. [Wouldn't it be better to start wearing flat shoes, lady?] “ACK! Whoa! Whoa… no way…” -“What? why? Just why are you suddenly screaming like that? What happened?!”- Sashal grabbed her head like a madwoman and shuddered, "Did I just hear his voice?" -“Who's voice? Hey, who's voice?! What's wrong with you? I heard nothing!”- Besides the image of his, Sashal also heard that man's low voice. With no command, her brain replaye
‘Jermaine is here?’ Sashal turned her head sharply in various directions while maintaining her vigilance towards Rohan. When Rohan mentioned her husband was just around the corner, she didn’t expect to find Jermaine is really just around the corner of her garden. And he wasn’t there alone either. “It seems like your husband had a companion over there,” Rohan said while taking steps toward Sashal. But Sashal still didn’t give him a chance to get closer by stepping back, away from the window. It was all she could do to keep the male intruder at a safe distance. Rohan shrugged his shoulder, then complained like a child. “Oh, come on, lady. Do you feel a threatening force coming from me?” Sashal tightened her jaw as she answered internally, ‘No. Exactly because I feel nothing of the sort, including your presence, that’s why you’re dangerous.’ Even in the world of poisons, colourless and odourless were usually the most lethal. Then what about the man in front of her who easily barged
While serving as a Queen and living in this room for five years, I have never heard a commotion like cats fighting in front of my room. But, thanks to the commotion created by whoever was behind this door, I was completely awakened. I shudder. ‘That was a scary dream in one way.’ -“What dream?”- ‘Nothing important. You don’t need to know, Shan.’ -“Tch. You hardly ever dream, but once you had a long dream like earlier, you wouldn’t tell me about it. You know, I’ve always been curious about how dreams work! You cheapskate, hmph.”- I smacked my dry lips and sighed in surrender. Shan won’t force me to tell her, but she might sulk all day. It would tire me emotionally as Shan’s emotional waves would also be conveyed. But that’s better than telling her about my dream. Talk about pride, will you?What can I tell her? That I’m being h#rny, so I’m dreaming of erotic things until morning comes, where the male lead in that dream isn’t Jermaine, but a suspicious man I’ve only met once in the
"Your Majesty, your lady-in-waiting, Lady Avimelech and Lady Lenbergh have arrived." I looked at the guard as I sighed. “Lady Lenbergh?” The guard bowed his head and answered "Yes" with a look of uneasiness. Bella clicked her tongue every time Luelle's name is mentioned. She came pretty quickly, apparently. That shows how eager she is to meet me. Bella let out a rough breath as she spouted. "Just why does she insist on coming here since this morning?" The guard caught in this tense situation could only tightly shut his mouth as he shifted his gaze elsewhere. He did not know, of course. He only stood by the door and announced the arrival of a visitor. However, it seemed like he felt responsible for telling me the news, and he had an embarrassed expression. Bella turned to me anxiously. "Your Majesty, are you sure you will receive her?" Bella asked me that exact question for the umpteenth time. Frankly, I did not want to meet her at all unless it was necessary. Even though I don'
“Is there anything you can't say when we're with the others? But you know them both, right?” “Uhm,” Luelle fiddled with the hem of her dress. “There are some things that only you can hear. Please?” Ruri rolled her eyes as the corners of her lips lifted slightly into a wry smile. Luelle is always good at winning the hearts of the people around her with her 'please' words that sound soft and weak, awakening the desire to protect her. Even I got bewitched by that look before.But I do not want to comply with her request. Why would I do that when I knew what would happen if we were left alone in this place? Despite my attempts to be kind to her, maybe by giving in to her wishes, but for this part, though, I refuse. I've learned a lot from all my mistakes, which started with 'talking alone' with Luelle. It would only create rage if I were left alone with Luelle. And that's dangerous for me. “Hmm, I feel uncomfortable if Bella is not by my side. And now Ruri is also willing to accompany
With the sight of Luelle kneeling by the broken glass scattered on the floor and the fact that only the cup in front of me was missing, it was easy for him to assume things. "I ask, what did you do to her?" Jermaine's eyes shot a dagger at me. I know exactly what the look in his eyes means. I've seen that many times before. He picked up Luelle, who was still sobbing on the floor. We changed angles, if before I sat and looked down at him, now he stood straight and looked down at me. As had happened many times in past lives, he must have thought poorly of me. Well, this scene deserves a raise of questions, though. This is exactly why I didn't want to be left alone with Luelle. Because I knew this would happen. "Do you have to do this?" Jermaine asked again, still in a low, harshly suppressed tone. "What have I done?" Hearing me talk back unconcern, Jermaine sighed. “You are a queen. Is it proper for a queen to treat her subjects like this?” "Again, what have I done?" "You let y
Rohan patted Faresh’s shoulder. He knew it would elicit an even bigger response if his aide found out that his mate was the wolf queen of the Southern Olf. “What kind of person is she? Ah, no, what I want to know is, what kind of family she came from? Is she a commoner? It will be easier for you if she is a commoner, though." Faresh mumbles his last words but ends with a lightning-fast apology to Rohan. “Ah! I’m not saying you’re better suited to a commoner, but it’s easier for you to— whoa, I spout nonsense, right?” “You did.” “I apologize.” “Well, I know what you’re worried about.” Rohan looked at the great wall dividing the two kingdoms. The blessing from the Moon Goddess for him was indeed so sweet. And the sweet ones are usually hard to reach. ‘It’s not completely unreachable, though.’ Rohan beams with confidence while Faresh is still deep in his regret. Faresh sighed. “So she comes from a noble family of Southern Olf.” “She is.” Later, when Rohan announced to his people
Why is he looking for me now? I nodded at the secretary, and he led the way. The atmosphere changed as we went west, even though the same walls and ornaments surrounded it. Looking at this direction, I seem to have been summoned to Jermaine's office. I passed several administrative division office rooms to enter another building that was styled in entirely different ways. Even the main door is decorated with classic carvings that are timeless. ‘How long has it been since I came to this place?’ This is Jermaine's office building, separate from the Central Palace, which he built during his tenure to exclude himself. This place is like a museum with priceless works of art. Reflecting the essence of the aesthetically beautiful kingdom of Southern Olf. These great artists loved their homeland so much that they wouldn't hesitate to dedicate their work to their beloved Alpha King. A pinnacle of art that can only be enjoyed by workers at the Royal Palace and, very rarely, by some honorary