Chapter 42.1

“he’s doing it on purpose.”

“that’s impossible,” i countered, and then approached rian, “are you sick?”

rian was really sweating and screaming in pain.

“rian, are you okay?”

rian moaned as if he couldn’t hear my voice, and rubbed his head against my palm.

“hiiing, hiiiing…”

“i don’t think you have a fever.”

‘is it the side effect of his insinuation?’

scared, i wiped his pale forehead with my fingertips. the man grunted, complaining that rian was faking a disease, but his eyes widened when i shut him up.

“is there a general store nearby?””

“there must be. why?”

he raised his head as he was squeezing a wet towel with a sour face. i shook my head, distracted by his long fingers which were dripping with water.

“get me some medicine. like headache pills or fever reducer.”

“that bastard’s faking it.”

“don’t call him that.”

he was the crown prince. what punishment was he going to get once rian’s insinuations were lifted?

it was a warning completely for him, but the man didn’t seem to like that i told him off. he snorted, and then wandered out of the room.

“i hope you’re not sick…” i mumbled as i took care of rian.

what if the imperial family tried to kill me instead of rewarding me for not properly taking care of the crown prince?

adrian showed stable breathing only after i poured medicine the man bought into his mouth. while sweeping his pretty head, i fell asleep.

* * *

sharma was a country whose moon was brighter than alfrenheim, the empire that adrian would rule someday. the moon was bright, the sun hot, and it was an unpleasant country for him, who liked to draw blackout curtains even in the middle of the day.

except for this woman in front of him.

there wasn’t a single corner that he really liked.

“huh…”

because the curtains weren’t opened, the pouring moonlight shone clearly on edith’s white body. her skin reflected as if it was just thin layers of pale white sheets. just like a vision that would disappear if he touched it.

so, he didn’t even dare to touch her.

adrian breathed a short nervous sigh and then lifted edith’s two-piece pajamas. her skin, which looked like poured milk, was stained.

touching the red spots with his fingertips, he carefully kissed the traces left on edith’s body as if removing poison. she twisted, perhaps tickled by him, but she didn’t open her eyes in her deep sleep.

“haha, yes…”

edith moaned faintly as to what she was dreaming about.

‘don’t tell me you’re dreaming of that vulgar guy?!’ adrian thought.

adrian burst into tears and nipped at her flat stomach.

his hand, which climbed down her thin waist that could be held in one hand, finally grasped edith’s skirt. slowly, he took it off, and an underwear thinner than bed linen was revealed.

adrian pushed his fingertips through a slightly wet gap. her upper body bounced even though he touched it just enough not to wake her up. her white breasts with pink nipples like cake toppings shook stiffly. adrian let out a long sigh at the sight of it.

his penis, which had been stiff since earlier, was about to burst. he heaved a low sigh, slowly licking under her slender thighs.

he wanted to put his in between her right away.

whether edith woke up or not. it wouldn’t be bad to watch her peaceful face, which had fallen asleep, become a mess with tears.

adrian, who fell for his impulse, was about to pull down his pants.

“what a complete pervert.”

the bloody slave, who he thought had left, came back and sat by the window.

“what are you doing holding onto a sleeping girl?”

the man glared at adrian with his head up and scoffed. his bright yellow eyes were illuminated by the moonlight shone brightly.

“…weren’t you running away?”

faced with the man’s coldness, adrian raised his chin without hesitation. around his slim neck was a choker made of black leather. on the other hand, the man’s neck was empty.

“i don’t think it’s anyone’s business after running away from their owner.”

edith rented the man for a week.

but the man threw off his leash in less than three days of the week. adrian was very pleased with that fact. he could’ve lived as edith’s dog forever, but there should only be one.