Plat was busy muttering, unable to raise his voice as if he were afraid that someone might hear him.
They say that the more you talk, the more strength you gain. He doesn’t know about Arkan, but the more Plat thought about it, the more he became obsessed with the idea that Erdene’s assumption was ridiculous.
“Your Majesty, think again...”
Arkan suddenly stopped walking and turned around. Plat, who almost hit his forehead on his broad chest, stepped back in embarrassment.
“Your Majesty?”
“I think you’re right, Plat.”
Although it was the answer he had been longing to hear, Plat was instead bewildered.
He had been rambling so much, but he had pretended not to hear, so what was this sudden reaction...
However, Arkan grabbed Plat’s shoulder with a confident expression.
At this point, Plat felt that he had told him again, ‘Your Majesty the Queen...' Plat closed his eyes tightly, prepared to be told to write something that starts with 'a hundred times'.
"You are right."
Plat's tightly shut eyes slowly opened. The wrinkles around his eyes twitched pitifully.
"Your Majesty...?"
"Assassination of the regnum is no child's play, and we have not spent much time interacting with them, so there is no way that would happen."
Seriously?
Plat almost suspected Arkan for a moment, but he quickly nodded his head, hoping that he would change his mind—or punish him.
Even when he was young, he had never nodded so frivolously.
"Yes, Your Majesty. That is true."
"The Queen is making a fuss for no reason. Maybe she got lost in some useless chatter with Pelarhar and her thoughts wandered somewhere else."
"Yes... Yes? His Highness Pelarhar?"
Arkan waved his hand as if to tell him not to say anything more.
"Enough. Disband the soldiers they have deployed. Go and call Captain Wiziard and you can leave now.”
“I will convey Your Majesty’s order to Captain Wiziard.”
“No, that’s enough. I have something to tell him. Captain Wiziard has been staying by the Queen’s side lately and is losing his mind. I should call him and have a word with him. Go and tell him to come to my residence.”
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
Plat nodded with a solemn expression like a knight commander who had received orders to go on a campaign and immediately turned around.
Arkan, who had been watching him until he turned the corner, shook his head and stormed into his residence.
“After kicking out one nag, another one appeared. This is not like mushrooms after the rain.”
He took off the jacket he had been wearing and threw it on the sofa, then briefly looked at the fireplace that was already lit.
It wasn’t cold yet, so there was no need to turn on the stove, but perhaps one of the servants had been thinking about it.
However, the candles here and there were not very bright.
Arkan, who entered the bedroom intending to see all the strange guys, whether he was being clumsy or unnecessarily meticulous, almost collapsed from a heart attack on the spot.
Erdene was sitting on the bed.
With her long black hair down, she was wearing only a slip that had a long, wide ribbon that accentuated her slender waistline.
“...You said something about assassination, but you were trying to assassinate me.”
Erdene, who had been exaggeratedly seductive, immediately furrowed her brows. She had one knee up and her arm crossed, looking like a gangster or a thug.
Every time they made eye contact, there was never a day that passed without a fight, big or small, so she was taken aback.
But before the surprise could even subside, Arkan narrowed his eyes, his expression filled with suspicion.
“That being said, why are you here?”
“What’s wrong with a wife coming to her husband’s room? Do I need a reason?”
Is that even a conversation? Arkan crossed his arms and snorted.
“Why are you suddenly doing this when you’ve never done this before?”
“Are you really curious about that?”
Erdene tilted her head slightly, and her enchantingly black hair slid down like fine silk.
The disheveled hair contrasted with her unusually white skin, and warm light penetrated the empty space between them.
Arkan’s mouth was tightly shut at the shadow cast over her skin, and the silhouette vaguely visible beneath the shadow.
In fact, he wasn’t curious at all about why Erdene was suddenly acting like this.
It was because he vaguely guessed the reason, but if he didn’t have any thoughts about why his wife was on his bed, showing off her sensual charm, just as she said... That was a lie.
Arkan bit his dry lips, let go, and came closer to her with a strange expression. Arkan’s expression became even stranger when he smelled the scent coming from the tips of her long hair, the nape of her neck, and her shoulders.
Greed, impulse, desire... Those things were overwhelming him.
He tried to hold back, but it was like building a sand castle in front of a tsunami.
“I...”
Arkan, who was about to say something, raised his hand and became silent again.
Erdene glanced at the hand approaching her cheek and remained still.
Her eyes were wide open without even blinking.
They say that the more you talk, the more strength you gain. He doesn’t know about Arkan, but the more Plat thought about it, the more he became obsessed with the idea that Erdene’s assumption was ridiculous.
“Your Majesty, think again...”
Arkan suddenly stopped walking and turned around. Plat, who almost hit his forehead on his broad chest, stepped back in embarrassment.
“Your Majesty?”
“I think you’re right, Plat.”
Although it was the answer he had been longing to hear, Plat was instead bewildered.
He had been rambling so much, but he had pretended not to hear, so what was this sudden reaction...
However, Arkan grabbed Plat’s shoulder with a confident expression.
At this point, Plat felt that he had told him again, ‘Your Majesty the Queen...' Plat closed his eyes tightly, prepared to be told to write something that starts with 'a hundred times'.
"You are right."
Plat's tightly shut eyes slowly opened. The wrinkles around his eyes twitched pitifully.
"Your Majesty...?"
"Assassination of the regnum is no child's play, and we have not spent much time interacting with them, so there is no way that would happen."
Seriously?
Plat almost suspected Arkan for a moment, but he quickly nodded his head, hoping that he would change his mind—or punish him.
Even when he was young, he had never nodded so frivolously.
"Yes, Your Majesty. That is true."
"The Queen is making a fuss for no reason. Maybe she got lost in some useless chatter with Pelarhar and her thoughts wandered somewhere else."
"Yes... Yes? His Highness Pelarhar?"
Arkan waved his hand as if to tell him not to say anything more.
"Enough. Disband the soldiers they have deployed. Go and call Captain Wiziard and you can leave now.”
“I will convey Your Majesty’s order to Captain Wiziard.”
“No, that’s enough. I have something to tell him. Captain Wiziard has been staying by the Queen’s side lately and is losing his mind. I should call him and have a word with him. Go and tell him to come to my residence.”
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
Plat nodded with a solemn expression like a knight commander who had received orders to go on a campaign and immediately turned around.
Arkan, who had been watching him until he turned the corner, shook his head and stormed into his residence.
“After kicking out one nag, another one appeared. This is not like mushrooms after the rain.”
He took off the jacket he had been wearing and threw it on the sofa, then briefly looked at the fireplace that was already lit.
It wasn’t cold yet, so there was no need to turn on the stove, but perhaps one of the servants had been thinking about it.
However, the candles here and there were not very bright.
Arkan, who entered the bedroom intending to see all the strange guys, whether he was being clumsy or unnecessarily meticulous, almost collapsed from a heart attack on the spot.
Erdene was sitting on the bed.
With her long black hair down, she was wearing only a slip that had a long, wide ribbon that accentuated her slender waistline.
“...You said something about assassination, but you were trying to assassinate me.”
Erdene, who had been exaggeratedly seductive, immediately furrowed her brows. She had one knee up and her arm crossed, looking like a gangster or a thug.
“Do you think that’s something you should say to your wife who’s waiting in bed right now, Your Majesty? It’s not something a husband should say, and it’s definitely not something a man should say.”
“You’ve been preaching a great prejudice against men since last time, so don’t you think it’s strange that you think that if you just wear that, my eyes will roll back and I’ll just run at you?”
“I'm not just wearing clothes. I learned the spleen posture from Sabnake.”
“Spleen posture? That one just now? I thought you sprained your spine somewhere.”
A pillow flew at him like an arrow. Arkan caught it absentmindedly, and for a moment, it felt heavy as if the pillow had been filled with stones instead of cotton.
If he had caught it with his face instead of his hand, his nose would have hurt quite a bit.
“Did you just throw a pillow at me?”
The moment Arkan screamed, another pillow flew at him.
What the hell! Why did you put two pillows in a bed that you were going to share anyway!
This time, he dodged it. However, Erdene didn’t bother to grumble in anger. Arkan trudged over to the side of the bed and set the pillow down.
“How did you get here?”
“Over there.”
She nodded to one side of the bedroom. Arkan knew it would happen, but he felt a headache he had forgotten about coming on.
The Queen and the King's quarters were separate, but there were secret passages that allowed them to enter and exit without being noticed by others.
The passages were very complicated, and some of them led directly to the outside of the castle, while others led to secret places that no one could enter.
"I never told you about that passage. Sophia Fiddler wouldn't know. How did you know?"
Erdene laughed as if she could hear anything ridiculous.
"Do you think I've been drinking tea and playing for two months?"
After she came to Vetor and became Queen, the first thing she did was to bring a drawing of the entire castle, so she learned the locations of all the corridors, hallways, and passages.
Even so, because it was an unfamiliar place, she would get lost for a while, but after memorizing the drawing and actually walking around a few times, she no longer got confused about places or paths. When Arkan heard this, his mouth opened as if he was surprised.
Erdene continued speaking.
“I also looked through the financial records of the palace, but that’s not my area of expertise. But since it’s one of the Queen’s jobs, what can I do? With Sophia’s help, I’ve been checking it since last month. I manage the expenses requested by the noble women staying in the palace as necessary expenses, and the head maid also brings the ledger. From the beginning, perfume, lace, new curtains... things like that.”
As he listened to her, Arkan’s eyes grew wider and wider.
Thinking about it, the first few times after Erdene arrived, the head chamberlain or the head maid of the palace would bring the expenditure ledger through Plat for confirmation.
It was the so-called royal or royal dignity maintenance expense, so it was a ceremonial thing, so all he had to do was sign it.
However, he had just realized that it stopped coming at some point.
In addition to that, Arkan had too many things to worry about as a King.
There were much more serious things to worry about than worrying about whether to use charmeuse, silk, or poplin for the curtains in the hallway.
Nevertheless, the royal household affairs went well, and one day the curtains in the hallway were replaced with new ones.
Arkan, who had not thought much about the new curtains that smelled clean and soft every day, was dumbfounded when he realized that it was Ernede’s doing.
“You managed them, right?”
“Then did a weaving fairy come and weave the curtains all night?”
In any case, there was no way she could avoid making a single word unpleasant. Arkan sighed, but this time he did not show his anger to Ernede.
“Good. That was good. I didn’t pay attention, but you did it. Thank you.”
Ernede’s eyes blinked silently a couple of times. Arkan’s honest attitude of saying ‘thank you’ was surprising.
She already knew that he was the type to say what he wanted to say properly, but...
“I'm not just wearing clothes. I learned the spleen posture from Sabnake.”
“Spleen posture? That one just now? I thought you sprained your spine somewhere.”
A pillow flew at him like an arrow. Arkan caught it absentmindedly, and for a moment, it felt heavy as if the pillow had been filled with stones instead of cotton.
If he had caught it with his face instead of his hand, his nose would have hurt quite a bit.
“Did you just throw a pillow at me?”
The moment Arkan screamed, another pillow flew at him.
What the hell! Why did you put two pillows in a bed that you were going to share anyway!
This time, he dodged it. However, Erdene didn’t bother to grumble in anger. Arkan trudged over to the side of the bed and set the pillow down.
“How did you get here?”
“Over there.”
She nodded to one side of the bedroom. Arkan knew it would happen, but he felt a headache he had forgotten about coming on.
The Queen and the King's quarters were separate, but there were secret passages that allowed them to enter and exit without being noticed by others.
The passages were very complicated, and some of them led directly to the outside of the castle, while others led to secret places that no one could enter.
"I never told you about that passage. Sophia Fiddler wouldn't know. How did you know?"
Erdene laughed as if she could hear anything ridiculous.
"Do you think I've been drinking tea and playing for two months?"
After she came to Vetor and became Queen, the first thing she did was to bring a drawing of the entire castle, so she learned the locations of all the corridors, hallways, and passages.
Even so, because it was an unfamiliar place, she would get lost for a while, but after memorizing the drawing and actually walking around a few times, she no longer got confused about places or paths. When Arkan heard this, his mouth opened as if he was surprised.
Erdene continued speaking.
“I also looked through the financial records of the palace, but that’s not my area of expertise. But since it’s one of the Queen’s jobs, what can I do? With Sophia’s help, I’ve been checking it since last month. I manage the expenses requested by the noble women staying in the palace as necessary expenses, and the head maid also brings the ledger. From the beginning, perfume, lace, new curtains... things like that.”
As he listened to her, Arkan’s eyes grew wider and wider.
Thinking about it, the first few times after Erdene arrived, the head chamberlain or the head maid of the palace would bring the expenditure ledger through Plat for confirmation.
It was the so-called royal or royal dignity maintenance expense, so it was a ceremonial thing, so all he had to do was sign it.
However, he had just realized that it stopped coming at some point.
In addition to that, Arkan had too many things to worry about as a King.
There were much more serious things to worry about than worrying about whether to use charmeuse, silk, or poplin for the curtains in the hallway.
Nevertheless, the royal household affairs went well, and one day the curtains in the hallway were replaced with new ones.
Arkan, who had not thought much about the new curtains that smelled clean and soft every day, was dumbfounded when he realized that it was Ernede’s doing.
“You managed them, right?”
“Then did a weaving fairy come and weave the curtains all night?”
In any case, there was no way she could avoid making a single word unpleasant. Arkan sighed, but this time he did not show his anger to Ernede.
“Good. That was good. I didn’t pay attention, but you did it. Thank you.”
Ernede’s eyes blinked silently a couple of times. Arkan’s honest attitude of saying ‘thank you’ was surprising.
She already knew that he was the type to say what he wanted to say properly, but...
Every time they made eye contact, there was never a day that passed without a fight, big or small, so she was taken aback.
But before the surprise could even subside, Arkan narrowed his eyes, his expression filled with suspicion.
“That being said, why are you here?”
“What’s wrong with a wife coming to her husband’s room? Do I need a reason?”
Is that even a conversation? Arkan crossed his arms and snorted.
“Why are you suddenly doing this when you’ve never done this before?”
“Are you really curious about that?”
Erdene tilted her head slightly, and her enchantingly black hair slid down like fine silk.
The disheveled hair contrasted with her unusually white skin, and warm light penetrated the empty space between them.
Arkan’s mouth was tightly shut at the shadow cast over her skin, and the silhouette vaguely visible beneath the shadow.
In fact, he wasn’t curious at all about why Erdene was suddenly acting like this.
It was because he vaguely guessed the reason, but if he didn’t have any thoughts about why his wife was on his bed, showing off her sensual charm, just as she said... That was a lie.
Arkan bit his dry lips, let go, and came closer to her with a strange expression. Arkan’s expression became even stranger when he smelled the scent coming from the tips of her long hair, the nape of her neck, and her shoulders.
Greed, impulse, desire... Those things were overwhelming him.
He tried to hold back, but it was like building a sand castle in front of a tsunami.
“I...”
Arkan, who was about to say something, raised his hand and became silent again.
Erdene glanced at the hand approaching her cheek and remained still.
Her eyes were wide open without even blinking.
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