Her body trembled as she wanted to run away. Amelia tried to suppress the urge to bite her tongue and held the bed sheets tightly so that her hands would not show their trembling.
“...”
She wanted to die. Rather than offer her body to someone like Aaron, she wanted to bite her tongue and die. Wasn't he the one who had been controlling her whole life? Her mother and sisters died at Aaron's hands.
Still, still, I have to endure it...
Aaron's hand touched Amelia's lips. Before he knew it, his head was also bent toward Amelia's lips. Amelia eventually closed her eyes tightly, unable to bear the body temperature of Aaron getting closer.
"Yes."
Their lips were about to touch. Aaron muttered, stopping his movements for a moment. They were so close that she could feel his breath every time he spoke.
“I knew you were sincere.”
Aaron said that he would admit that Amelia's feelings for Ivan were real. Amelia quietly opened her eyes and stared at Aaron, who was looking down at her. Aaron looked at Amelia with cold eyes, then pulled away and stepped out of bed.
“Why stop?”
Amelia sat up and asked Aaron, who had his back to her. It was a momentary decision, but she really thought about enduring Aaron. Now that she knew that he liked her, she felt like this moment could definitely be a weapon.
“You like me.”
“...”
“Why can’t you eat it even if it’s given to you?”
It was a vulgar question. Aaron turned quietly and stared at Amelia.
“The Emperor’s ears are everywhere, so what can I do here with you?”
Aaron responded coldly, but in his usual calm tone. If he had sex with Amelia here and everyone found out, how could he handle the aftermath?
“You should have done that with the Emperor when you ordered it.”
“...”
“If that were the case, you could have easily killed the Emperor as you wished.”
Aaron smiled brightly. Contrary to Amelia’s wishes, Aaron seemed to have no intention of completely handing over his heart to Amelia. As if he had quickly regained his composure, the bright gold lines drawn on his mask disappeared.
“With such intense love and hate, the child’s biological father will be resentful in heaven. He died just to remain as such a presence.”
Aaron reached out to Amelia. Amelia flinched in surprise and shivered involuntarily. A cold air passed over Aaron's face as he sensed the obvious rejection. It seemed unpleasant. However, he suppressed all his emotions in a moment.
“Blonde with blue eyes.”
He paid no attention to Amelia's resistance and began to button up the dress he had unbuttoned, one by one. Every time his slightly warm fingertips touched her back, Amelia shivered helplessly.
“It’s green.”
The moment Aaron put the last button on the hook, Amelia corrected his error in speech. Thanks to this, Aaron clearly learned that the name of the apprentice priest he knew was not Ricky.
“He told me not to move recklessly.”
Just in case something happens, they need to investigate. Thinking so, Aaron let go of Amelia and got out of bed completely.
“I can make him the Emperor. If I tell the Duke that, he will change his mind.”
“...”
“Once everything is settled, I will hand over the throne to the Duke of Russell, so just let Ian and me escape safely. That will be all.”
The pitch-black eyes shone blue. Aaron stared blankly at the light and then turned around.
“...Your intention is so clear, let’s try to persuade him.”
A cold wind blew from where he had left. However, he did not feel any regret about not having sex with Amelia.
It just seemed like he was unbearably angry about something.
“Mrs. Howard.”
“Ian is having a great time.”
Mrs. Howard, sitting on the rug, turned slightly with a smile on her face, indicating the direction from which Ian was.
“It looks like you want to crawl around quickly.”
When Mrs. Howard shook the doll at close range, and Ian pushed his stomach with all his might to grab it. Then he shook it wildly in the air with great energy. It was natural, since Ian's condition had never been serious. The rumor that Ian almost died was the best result of Mrs. Howard's great acting skills.
“His Majesty was exactly like this when he was a baby.”
Amelia quietly moved her feet and sat down next to Mrs. Howard. Ian, who recognized his mother, pushed his belly on the floor with a happy face.
“Compared to average babies, they were definitely bigger and grew faster.”
“...”
“Whether it’s crawling, sitting, standing, walking, or running. Thinking back now, I think it’s because he has such an impatient personality that he's been like that since he was young.”
Mrs. Howard continued her story with a cheerful expression, as if she had recalled a rather fond memory. At that moment, Ian's small palm touched Amelia's knee. Amelia bent down and kissed the child's forehead. Ian laughed out loud.
“The only thing that was slow was the words.”
“What are you talking about?”
It was strange that Ivan was slow, too. Amelia lifted Ian up and looked at Mrs. Howard.
“Yes. No matter how much I read him storybooks and got him to pronounce the words, he wouldn’t speak.”
Mrs. Howard shook her head as she recalled that time. The Emperor and his wife were suspicious of the child's condition, and they were so worried because of the child's mouth, which was shut as if he would not speak even if he died.
“Then one day he opened his mouth.”
“...”
“He speaks in sentences, not words.”
Mrs. Howard burst into a hollow laugh. Ivan had been keeping his mouth shut until he could speak like an adult, like the palace servants, his parents, or Mrs. Howard.
“I wonder if he was embarrassed about not being able to speak properly. I held him in my arms and raised him, but I still don’t know.”
If you think about it, Ivan was a different person back then. His arrogant personality and his stubbornness to be superior to others were all examples of this.
“Would Ian do that too?”
Amelia looked down at her son, who was rubbing his face against her ample chest, and asked.
“If you look at the words ma, ba, etc., you are spitting out right now, I don’t think that is the case.”
Mrs. Howard picked up a handkerchief and carefully wiped Amelia's breasts, which were soaked with Ian's saliva. Of course, it was useless because they were soaked with Ian's saliva again.
“I believe that Ian will become a more intelligent person in a different sense than His Majesty.”
Mrs. Howard spoke in a whisper, as if to show the future of the child's growth to the mother who could not watch the child for the rest of her life.
"Thank god."
Somehow, her throat feels sore. Amelia barely managed to answer with a trembling voice, and gently stroked Ian’s hair. In the temple, she tried desperately to hide it, but in the palace, there was no need to do so, so his blond hair was showing, and it was growing thicker by the day.
“But what is this toy? I’ve never seen it before.”
The mood needed a breather. Amelia asked with a bright face, snatching the toy Ian was mucking around with in his mouth.
“This is from Lady Clarke.”
Mrs. Howard studied Amelia for a moment, then opened her mouth cautiously. Amelia's hand paused in midair.
“They say she is a person who loves children very much. She heard that Ian was very sick last time, so she sent him all sorts of gifts.”
Amelia seemed to know that it was difficult to think cheerfully.
“I told her that it would be difficult for her to see Ian in person because he is still not in good health. If you are worried...”
She was perfect at turning her unpleasant feelings into worry. It didn't make her feel any better. Amelia shook her head.
“There’s no need for that. If the person who will become Ian’s mother is so considerate, I would be grateful.”
On the contrary, it was a good thing. It meant that there was someone other than Mrs. Howard who could pay attention to Ian. Even if she died and disappeared, there would be someone who would be a pillar of support for Ian.
“...”
However, it was a little bitter. If a child likes gifts from someone who will become his mother, he will definitely love that person someday.
Of course, that was natural. It was certainly the right and good thing for Ian. But when she thinks back to the moment when the child, now grown up, loved Jane Clarke as his mother, Amilia couldn't help but feel bitter.
At that time, you will realize that you will not exist anywhere. You will realize that no one will remember you.
Amelia felt a little sad.
“...”
She wanted to die. Rather than offer her body to someone like Aaron, she wanted to bite her tongue and die. Wasn't he the one who had been controlling her whole life? Her mother and sisters died at Aaron's hands.
Still, still, I have to endure it...
Aaron's hand touched Amelia's lips. Before he knew it, his head was also bent toward Amelia's lips. Amelia eventually closed her eyes tightly, unable to bear the body temperature of Aaron getting closer.
"Yes."
Their lips were about to touch. Aaron muttered, stopping his movements for a moment. They were so close that she could feel his breath every time he spoke.
“I knew you were sincere.”
Aaron said that he would admit that Amelia's feelings for Ivan were real. Amelia quietly opened her eyes and stared at Aaron, who was looking down at her. Aaron looked at Amelia with cold eyes, then pulled away and stepped out of bed.
“Why stop?”
Amelia sat up and asked Aaron, who had his back to her. It was a momentary decision, but she really thought about enduring Aaron. Now that she knew that he liked her, she felt like this moment could definitely be a weapon.
“You like me.”
“...”
“Why can’t you eat it even if it’s given to you?”
It was a vulgar question. Aaron turned quietly and stared at Amelia.
“The Emperor’s ears are everywhere, so what can I do here with you?”
Aaron responded coldly, but in his usual calm tone. If he had sex with Amelia here and everyone found out, how could he handle the aftermath?
“You should have done that with the Emperor when you ordered it.”
“...”
“If that were the case, you could have easily killed the Emperor as you wished.”
Aaron smiled brightly. Contrary to Amelia’s wishes, Aaron seemed to have no intention of completely handing over his heart to Amelia. As if he had quickly regained his composure, the bright gold lines drawn on his mask disappeared.
“With such intense love and hate, the child’s biological father will be resentful in heaven. He died just to remain as such a presence.”
Aaron reached out to Amelia. Amelia flinched in surprise and shivered involuntarily. A cold air passed over Aaron's face as he sensed the obvious rejection. It seemed unpleasant. However, he suppressed all his emotions in a moment.
“Blonde with blue eyes.”
He paid no attention to Amelia's resistance and began to button up the dress he had unbuttoned, one by one. Every time his slightly warm fingertips touched her back, Amelia shivered helplessly.
“It’s green.”
The moment Aaron put the last button on the hook, Amelia corrected his error in speech. Thanks to this, Aaron clearly learned that the name of the apprentice priest he knew was not Ricky.
“He told me not to move recklessly.”
Just in case something happens, they need to investigate. Thinking so, Aaron let go of Amelia and got out of bed completely.
“I can make him the Emperor. If I tell the Duke that, he will change his mind.”
“...”
“Once everything is settled, I will hand over the throne to the Duke of Russell, so just let Ian and me escape safely. That will be all.”
The pitch-black eyes shone blue. Aaron stared blankly at the light and then turned around.
“...Your intention is so clear, let’s try to persuade him.”
A cold wind blew from where he had left. However, he did not feel any regret about not having sex with Amelia.
It just seemed like he was unbearably angry about something.
***
“Mrs. Howard.”
“Ian is having a great time.”
Mrs. Howard, sitting on the rug, turned slightly with a smile on her face, indicating the direction from which Ian was.
“It looks like you want to crawl around quickly.”
When Mrs. Howard shook the doll at close range, and Ian pushed his stomach with all his might to grab it. Then he shook it wildly in the air with great energy. It was natural, since Ian's condition had never been serious. The rumor that Ian almost died was the best result of Mrs. Howard's great acting skills.
“His Majesty was exactly like this when he was a baby.”
Amelia quietly moved her feet and sat down next to Mrs. Howard. Ian, who recognized his mother, pushed his belly on the floor with a happy face.
“Compared to average babies, they were definitely bigger and grew faster.”
“...”
“Whether it’s crawling, sitting, standing, walking, or running. Thinking back now, I think it’s because he has such an impatient personality that he's been like that since he was young.”
Mrs. Howard continued her story with a cheerful expression, as if she had recalled a rather fond memory. At that moment, Ian's small palm touched Amelia's knee. Amelia bent down and kissed the child's forehead. Ian laughed out loud.
“The only thing that was slow was the words.”
“What are you talking about?”
It was strange that Ivan was slow, too. Amelia lifted Ian up and looked at Mrs. Howard.
“Yes. No matter how much I read him storybooks and got him to pronounce the words, he wouldn’t speak.”
Mrs. Howard shook her head as she recalled that time. The Emperor and his wife were suspicious of the child's condition, and they were so worried because of the child's mouth, which was shut as if he would not speak even if he died.
“Then one day he opened his mouth.”
“...”
“He speaks in sentences, not words.”
Mrs. Howard burst into a hollow laugh. Ivan had been keeping his mouth shut until he could speak like an adult, like the palace servants, his parents, or Mrs. Howard.
“I wonder if he was embarrassed about not being able to speak properly. I held him in my arms and raised him, but I still don’t know.”
If you think about it, Ivan was a different person back then. His arrogant personality and his stubbornness to be superior to others were all examples of this.
“Would Ian do that too?”
Amelia looked down at her son, who was rubbing his face against her ample chest, and asked.
“If you look at the words ma, ba, etc., you are spitting out right now, I don’t think that is the case.”
Mrs. Howard picked up a handkerchief and carefully wiped Amelia's breasts, which were soaked with Ian's saliva. Of course, it was useless because they were soaked with Ian's saliva again.
“I believe that Ian will become a more intelligent person in a different sense than His Majesty.”
Mrs. Howard spoke in a whisper, as if to show the future of the child's growth to the mother who could not watch the child for the rest of her life.
"Thank god."
Somehow, her throat feels sore. Amelia barely managed to answer with a trembling voice, and gently stroked Ian’s hair. In the temple, she tried desperately to hide it, but in the palace, there was no need to do so, so his blond hair was showing, and it was growing thicker by the day.
“But what is this toy? I’ve never seen it before.”
The mood needed a breather. Amelia asked with a bright face, snatching the toy Ian was mucking around with in his mouth.
“This is from Lady Clarke.”
Mrs. Howard studied Amelia for a moment, then opened her mouth cautiously. Amelia's hand paused in midair.
“They say she is a person who loves children very much. She heard that Ian was very sick last time, so she sent him all sorts of gifts.”
Amelia seemed to know that it was difficult to think cheerfully.
“I told her that it would be difficult for her to see Ian in person because he is still not in good health. If you are worried...”
She was perfect at turning her unpleasant feelings into worry. It didn't make her feel any better. Amelia shook her head.
“There’s no need for that. If the person who will become Ian’s mother is so considerate, I would be grateful.”
On the contrary, it was a good thing. It meant that there was someone other than Mrs. Howard who could pay attention to Ian. Even if she died and disappeared, there would be someone who would be a pillar of support for Ian.
“...”
However, it was a little bitter. If a child likes gifts from someone who will become his mother, he will definitely love that person someday.
Of course, that was natural. It was certainly the right and good thing for Ian. But when she thinks back to the moment when the child, now grown up, loved Jane Clarke as his mother, Amilia couldn't help but feel bitter.
At that time, you will realize that you will not exist anywhere. You will realize that no one will remember you.
Amelia felt a little sad.
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