EIITAB - Chapter 68 < I Guess I Let My Guard Down >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
From the moment she opened the door to this room, I was nervous the entire time due to a constriction in her heart that she could not explain.
Aslan's lips finally lost some of their strength. He didn't know if it was because of his mood, but the corners of his mouth seemed to slightly turn upward, so he crossed his arms and raised one hand to cover the corner of his mouth as if to hide it.
Meanwhile, golden eyes continued to follow Hestia. It's amazing and she likes it. As he was staring at Hestia as if observing all her reactions, he thought inadvertently. He said he did well not to break the stubbornness of the workers for the first time.
'Okay. This is better than being angry because it's ugly.'
He can show off with something like this. So it doesn't look shabby. Although this is a land where everything has been lost, he felt fortunate that there was only one thing left worth seeing.
Hestia, who seemed to have finished looking around, stood facing him with a flushed expression. Hestia's purple eyes were shining brightly.
"It's a really beautiful room. It's old-fashioned."
Aslan seemed to have really liked it, and Aslan was also quite satisfied when he heard the praise. However, he cleared his throat briefly to avoid revealing his true feelings as much as possible.
"This is the room that the Duchess has used for generations. It's a reflection of my mother's tastes."
Aslan pointed his chin at one side of the wall and blurted out something casually.
"And there. My room is right across this room."
Hestia looked in the direction he pointed with startled eyes at the unexpected information.
"It has a connection door...?"
Aslan nodded his head and answered.
"Like most couple's bedrooms."
Hestia turned in that direction and soon began to move cautiously. On the side Aslan pointed to was a small side door. She quietly turned the knob, holding her breath. She opened the door smoothly without anything getting caught.
"...."
Even though the sun is still up, her heart is pounding, her mouth is dry her hands are sweating for no reason, and her breathing is becoming increasingly shallow and secretive.
Is it because this castle is dark overall? Or is it because this is an enclosed space called a bedroom? If not, is it because she is with Aslan?
Hestia stuck out her tongue and lightly moistened her lips. It felt as if her head and body were broken at the same time, and she had no idea how to act next time.
Unlike the Duchess' room where she was standing, the room across from it, which Aslan was sure to use, was dark. She could tell without even going in. It will be as dreary as the mansions in the capital.
It was then.
"Are you leaving the door open and not going in?"
When on earth did he come behind her?
A long shadow appeared over her head, and Aslan's low voice was heard right behind her. His voice was so resonant that Hestia felt goosebumps all over her body from the moment she heard his first note.
What can she say?
It was as if all her senses were awakened at once.
'It feels like that night.'
The night she was embraced by Aslan in the capital.
When Hestia recalled that time, heat rose to her ears and her face became hot.
'I wasn't myself back then.'
Her sense of reason kept wandering and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be herself. Aslan kept waking her up and was happy every time Hestia was distracted.
"Where should I take you, Princess?"
Aslan's mischievous question was heard. His hand stretched out from behind and covered Hestia's hand, which was still holding the door handle.
There was no strength in her grip. Either this room or that room. It was clear that he meant to follow wherever he asked her to go.
Hestia couldn't say anything, just stood there as if she was trapped by him and swallowed her dry saliva several times. He was so close that she couldn't even think of looking back.
Barely able to calm her agitated mind, she opened her lips. Unlike before, the voice seemed slightly subdued.
"I was surprised it was open. It was completely unexpected...."
Then a faint laugh came from above his head. She didn't know why it sounded cold, but Hestia cringed a little at that cynicism.
"Don't you know what the word 'marital bedroom' means? Do I even need to explain that?"
Hestia took a small breath.
"Aslan."
"Why are you holding so much weight again?"
"As I said before, it's okay to prepare my room far away."
Aslan crossed his arms around her and arched his eyebrows. The way his lips turned out clearly revealed his discomfort. He sighed heavily.
"Is it that story again?"
Aslan rubbed his eyebrows as if he was tired.
"Be honest. Don't you just hate the look of my face?"
"... It can't be."
It was a small voice that could barely be heard, but since the two people's bodies were almost pressed together, there was no need to worry about whether or not it could be heard.
Aslan grabbed Hestia's shoulders and slowly turned her body towards him.. Despite facing him and his standing posture, Hestia did not raise her head to look at Aslan. His repeated sighs seemed to urge Hestia to respond, so she had no choice but to open her mouth.
"I just said that because I thought you wouldn't be happy if you saw my face."
"Why me."
"Me... You don't like me. I know it's closer to hating me. I always try not to forget."
Aslan's closed lips gained strength. For some reason, his anger rose. His entire body's muscles were tense, but the hand that held Hestia's shoulder was an exception. If he applied as much force as he wanted, her shoulder could break or fall off.
"That's why, I have no intention of hurting your feelings. I apologize if I hurt your feelings."
Aslan was silent. After a moment, his lips opened, and a low asking sound escaped.
"Apologize? Are you serious?"
Hestia's head nodded weakly. He chuckled and spoke in a cold voice.
"Just words?"
Aslan's low voice rang through her ears, entangling Hestia so that she could not even move. He subtly extended his sentence and lazily glanced at the corner of his lips with his slightly sunken eyes.
Hestia couldn't even swallow her saliva due to her rising tension.
"..... Then?"
"The balance is not right."
Only then did Hestia's eyes look upward.
"Then you, I..."
"What do you want me to do?"
He could clearly see the violet-colored eyes shaking slightly. Aslan felt as if the precarious movement was shaking even his own reason. For some reason, the inside of his mouth burned. He swallowed back his hot sigh and opened his mouth again.
"How many times do I have to endure trouble for a Princess who has a bad memory?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Aslan grabbed the tip of Hestia's chin. Then he lowered his head and engulfed her lips. The moment he touched her softness, Aslan opened her up so easily and groped her as if it were natural. It was a violent kiss that felt like her soul was being violated. She was embarrassed, but Hestia did not push him away. It was hard for her, but she accepted. Aslan greedily took and coveted her as if he wanted to take everything from her.
Hestia, who was deprived of even the opportunity to breathe, was not able to breathe until her eyes were spinning in front of her, so she patted his wide chest. Only then did Aslan let go of Hestia. She was tangled together as one, without any need to distinguish whose hot breath each person exhaled belonged to. Hestia looked up at him with her watery eyes and then startled.
Aslan had cold eyes, uncharacteristic of someone who had showered her with persistent and passionate kisses. Aslan neatly wiped away the saliva around his lips with his thumb.
"I am a man who keeps his word."
At those words, Hestia felt a shiver run down her spine. She clearly remembered what Aslan wanted to remind her of.
"I will hug you. Even if you hate me. Even if you refuse. No matter how much you cry, pray, or beg."
Aslan looked at Hestia's face and twisted his mouth, wondering what was so funny about her.
"I guess I let my guard down. I didn't even touch you while I was here."
His mouth was languid as he smiled as if he knew what was going through her mind. He licked Hestia's glossy lips with his own hand and turned around as if he had no regrets.
At that moment, his broad shoulders rose for a moment and then fell.
"If you don't want to advertise what you just did with me, then please make that face."
Hestia's face turned a little more red. The only thing she shared was her lips, but even that was not something she was used to, so the words Aslan spoke out of his mouth were provocative.
Hestia asked, raising her hands and pressing her cheek to cool off the heat.
"But why? Where should I go again?"
"That's not it. I have people I can introduce to you."
Hestia tried to steady her breathing. But things didn't work out as she had hoped, so she asked with a bit of resentment.
"Is this something that needs to be done now?"
"There's no need to do it later. Or do you want me to follow you around and introduce you to people every time I meet them?"
"Well, I didn't say that much."
Aslan didn't even wait for Hestia to calm down, but he immediately pulled the string that was tied to the bedpost. She secretly glanced at Aslan as if she was disgusted by him, and then forced herself to take deep breaths repeatedly, steadying her tangled breath.
After she managed to calm down, her purple eyes were filled with curiosity.
'Who on earth are you introducing me to?'
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