The palace of the late Empress Letina had long since lost its former gloomy atmosphere.
It was so gilded that it sparkled and showed off its grandeur even from afar, making it look more splendid than the palace of Rhodnes, which had been turned into the Crown Prince's palace.
The bathroom we arrived at, led by Bianca's hand, contained a bathtub that Rhodnes had specially instructed them to create.
It was already full of the fragrance of flowers and had a warm air, showing how much care Bianca had put into it.
Originally, the Crown Princess's bathing was to be attended to by maids selected from noble families, not maids, but because the coronation and wedding were held at the same time, preparations were not yet complete.
I, too, had absolutely no desire to entrust myself to a stranger on a stressful day.
Bianca was happy to help me with my bath, and she didn't hesitate to be frank with me. It was a cautionary tale that most nights were spent like this.
“Rien, why don’t you show any sign of embarrassment?”
"Ah!"
I finally felt embarrassed and blushed at those words.
I was embarrassed because I felt like I had been caught doing things with Rhodnes that were much more embarrassing than what Bianca was telling me.
But Bianca must have thought it was the shame of a bride having her first night, and she patted me on the shoulder and told me not to be afraid.
But contrary to her worries, I wasn't scared at all.
Because I wasn't the one who had to be scared today.
After I finished bathing, Bianca hugged me tightly and said a blessing.
As soon as I came out of the bathroom, Madame Leblaix smiled with satisfaction and put on the slip she had made.
In her words, it is a design that is 'sexy yet innocent, modest yet dizzying.'
***
Today, Rhodnes silently accepted the servants' bathing service, put on the robes they gave him, and waited in the bridal chamber.
Rhodnes, who poured firewood into the fireplace that had been gently burning for Adrienne, who was sensitive to the cold, looked around the bridal chamber as if satisfied only after the smoke had spread to every corner of the room.
Unlike the splendid exterior of the Crown Princess Palace, the bedroom was decorated with Adrienne's taste in mind.
At first, they were going to decorate it in green, but then they changed all their plans because it reminded them of the bedroom in the Grand Duchess's residence where they spent their first night, and they decorated it in deep purple, another color that Adrienne likes.
The corners of his mouth went up in satisfaction at the sight of a canopy of soft purple chiffon and gold-threaded tassels draped ominously over the bed.
Soon, when a knock was heard indicating that the Crown Princess had entered the bridal chamber, Rhodnes hurriedly sat down at the small table.
Adrienne's favorite champagne had already been set out, so he was a little excited at the prospect of being complimented.
Click-.
Rhodnes, who had been pouring champagne in advance while making a sloshing sound, forgot to breathe when he saw Adrienne entering the bridal chamber.
“Roan!”
Adrienne, with her face flushed red, raised her eyes that had been downcast and ran towards him.
Only then did he realize that the champagne in his glass was overflowing and hurriedly withdrew his hand.
“Adrienne, what the heck..."
“I was told that I had to wear formal attire, but I heard that no one follows that these days.”
Rhodnes looked Adrienne up and down in front of him, and her face grew hot.
Although the inside wasn't visible, the thin slip revealed the curves of her body.
“Pretty. No, beautiful. No, fascinating...”
Adrienne, who was a little nervous because it was the first time she had seen him talk so rambling, burst out laughing as she sat down across from him.
The large ribbon on her chest that flapped whenever she moved was so jarring to his eyes that Rhodnes had to try to look away.
Whether or not she knew what was on his mind, Adrienne raised the glass of champagne he had prepared in advance and urged them to drink.
He didn't know whether he was drinking from his nose or his mouth as the huge bottle of champagne was half empty.
“...Is it okay to be this pretty?”
“Roan, stop it. That’s all I’ve been hearing all day.”
“Am I actually dead and here in Abadelia? There is enough of a woman like Adrienne on earth, so how is there another one here as beautiful as Adrienne?”
“Strictly speaking, I’m a twin, so there’s another girl like me.”
Adrienne, who seemed completely relaxed, smiled and wrinkled her nose. Looking at her throat naturally gulping down the champagne, Rhodnes felt thirsty.
“...Rien.”
"Yes?"
Rhodnes reflected on the past when he had stuffed dry logs into the fireplace until they burst. The air in the room was too hot.
He had only had three or four glasses of champagne, but his heart, which had been pounding throughout the wedding, started to ring in his ears as if it had broken.
“You know what?”
"What?"
“Do you know what the High Priest fed us before he gave his sermon today?”
“Um, maybe it’s holy water? Or maybe it’s a traditional royal liquor that symbolizes union?”
Adrienne answered lightly. Adrienne drank it thinking it was some kind of commemorative drink shared between the bride and groom.
Rhodnes reached out and touched her lips, where a little champagne had dripped. Adrienne flinched slightly as he pressed her moist lips with his thumb and wiped them away.
Normally, Rhodnes would have chuckled at her reaction, but now he couldn't even laugh.
He wanted to break through the strangely tense tension and swallow Adrienne in one bite right away, rolling her around in his mouth like candy.
“The direct royal family members are made to take strong birth control pills as soon as they complete their coming of age ceremony. We take measures to prevent noble bloodlines from being born from poor families, and when they officially marry, we give them a drug that removes the birth control pills like an antidote.”
The hand that had been rubbing his lips slowly lowered and grabbed Adrienne's arm.
Her slender body was drawn to him. Adrienne naturally hugged the nape of Rhodnes’ neck and sat on his strong thighs.
As if the hot flames burning in the fireplace had caught Rhodnes' eyes, his eyes reflected in Adrienne's eyes began to crackle.
Adrienne looked at it, forgetting to breathe.
Rhodnes slowly opened his mouth, holding her waist tightly.
“Do you know what I mean?”
"Then..."
“It means we have a lot of work to do.”
The thick voice on the floor crawled into Adrienne's ear like a snake. Adrienne's waist, held under his hand, flinched slightly.
“If you don’t want it, tell me. If you don’t want it...”
“I want it.”
A faint delight appeared at the tip of Rhodnes's sensual lips at her unhesitating answer.
Rhodnes stretched out his neck and bit Adrienne's lip.
Their breaths mingled softly between their overlapping lips.
Adrienne shifted her posture above him.
Two white arms hugged his neck more tightly, and the legs, half exposed through the open sides, naturally wrapped around his waist.
“Adrienne...”
Rhodnes let out a new, suppressed voice through his lips.
Eventually, Rhodnes got up and carried her to the canopied bed.
And their lips didn't leave each other until he had her sitting on his stomach, leaning against the head of the bed.
'For a moment.'
Rhodnes froze at the sudden sense of discomfort.
“...Rien?”
Rhodnes, who had been sucking and swallowing her plump lips, suddenly let go and stared at her with a blank expression.
He had clearly intended to lay Adrienne down and trap her under his shadow. But now he was practically lying down, leaning against the head of the bed, with her on his stomach...
Rhodnes, who came to his senses as if he had been doused with cold water, licked his wet lips.
Even though he tried to move his strong arms to grab Adrienne's waist, he couldn't. His arms and legs were tied tightly to something and he couldn't move.
“Rien?”
And Rhodnes saw.
“I’ve been learning some magic with Rossi, Roan.”
Adrienne, who was smiling faintly, her hair neatly gathered over one shoulder, with her head down.
The white shoulders were exposed.
Rhodnes took a deep breath at the stimulating sight.
“That... what?”
“Bianca said that when you get married, you have to control your husband from the beginning.”
As her red lips, soaked with his own, opened, Rhodnes swallowed dry saliva without realizing it. His thirsty throat was burning.
“You’ve always been the one in charge. Today, I can’t let you do whatever you want.”
At Adrienne's low whisper, Rhodnes couldn't even blink.
Adrienne's magic that bound him was so strong that he could not only touch her but also grab the bed sheets.
“You’re interfering with what I’m doing, so I have no choice but to keep you still.”
Rhodnes' mind had already turned completely white and was not functioning properly.
“So don’t interfere with what your wife is doing, Roan.”
The ecstasy of just one word, 'your wife.'
Adrienne's face, leaning closer to him and tilting her head.
And the hand that was unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing, saying it was a formal dress, completely shook Rhodnes’s reason.
***
I could clearly feel the huge, bulging waist of his trousers against mine.
Rhodnes gritted his teeth.
His jawbone was prominent and the veins on his forehead were clearly visible.
I don't know how strong Rhodnes' magic is, but it might be able to break this childish magic.
I unbuttoned his shirt with dry hands, thinking that our positions might change at any moment.
Rhodnes watched my hands undo his buttons as if he were completely fascinated, or as if he were enduring something.
“Ugh...”
He flinched sharply as my cold fingers brushed against his collarbone.
“Easy...”
Sitting on top of Rhodnes, his chest heaved greatly as I unbuttoned the front of his shirt.
He had to surrender himself to me without any hesitation.
Rhodnes shook his head as if he couldn't believe the current reality, but he couldn't take his eyes off me.
I smiled faintly and put my hand on Rhodnes’s belt. At that moment, Rhodnes’s eyes grew incredibly wide.
“Adrienne!”
The unsteady torso bounced so much that it shook my body. I frowned slightly and warned him.
“Stay still, Roan.”
I quickly helped him undress and climbed back on top of him.
And then I snaked my hand over his bulging, hard abs. Another vein appeared on Rhodnes' forehead.
“Adrienne, please...”
The suppressed voice sank lower and lower. I couldn't stop when I hadn't done anything yet.
“Please, what?”
“This is torture.”
I stopped moving at those words.
Then something even more surprising happened.
The face of Rhodnes, who had been called torture, grew redder and redder, and as he looked at me, who was on top of him, I began to scratch his neck again and sigh deeply.
“Should we stop?”
“Oh, please...”
“Tell me what you want, Roan.”
“...I feel like I’m going crazy wanting to touch you.”
He spoke through gritted teeth and spitting out the words.
I moved my hand again, which had stopped.
I just stroked his thick chest once, and a voice I had never heard before flowed out from between his teeth.
I felt like I knew why Rhodnes had been so passionate and avid toward me all this time.
It wasn't that I was at ease doing things I'd never done before. My trembling hands were incredibly clumsy.
I moistened my parched lips with my tongue and explored Rhodnes's swaying body.
All of his parts, each with a completely different texture than mine, and his voice, which squirmed in sweet agony every time my hand passed over it, were terribly sweet and at the same time erotic.
I kissed Rhodnes, who was looking at me with reddened eyes.
I caressed his thick pecs as our breaths became deeply intertwined.
His hirsty lips answered me as if they had found an oasis in the desert.
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