“Meow-! (Too fast!)”
In all his cat's life, he's never felt such speed.
Not even on the ground, but in the sky.
He couldn’t open his eyes because of how fast the wind was cutting through them. Aoshi’s cries became more impatient as they neared the sea.
Even if they flew in a straight line, the fur on their bodies would stand on end due to the tremendous speed, but the baby wyverns, with energy to spare, flew freely through the sky, drawing curves up and down.
“Aoshi! You’re so excited, aren’t you?”
“...”
“You can’t even speak.”
Moiya and Moni ignored Aoshi, who was dizzy and had fainted, and finally arrived near the Valley of Death.
“Cute things. Are you all playing over there?”
Moiya watched happily as the wyverns flew around the Valley of Death.
“Meow? (But guys. It seems like you two are the only babies and they’re all adults over there.)”
Aoshi, who had passed out, regained consciousness and looked down at the Valley of Death.
“We were born 300 years before them. Even though we were only in eggs.”
“Meow? (Do you think they’ll acknowledge that?)”
“What if they don’t?”
“Meow? (Won’t they kill us?)”
“Why?”
“Meow! (Because you’re getting in the way. And you’re not that group!)”
“I told you. We’ve been in eggs for over 300 years, so we’ve already...”
Moni’s voice gradually faded as she continued speaking and looked at Moiya.
“But Moiya, what Aoshi said seems right, right Moni~?”
“What are you talking about? I think they would be so happy if it were me.”
Moiya shrugged and went straight down to the Valley of Death.
The wyverns, wandering through the canyon, spotted some unfamiliar baby wyverns and snatched them up in one fell swoop.
Moiya and Moni, their heads grabbed by a large adult, were dragged into a cave in the middle of the canyon.
“Whose babies are these?”
The wyvern, who seemed to be the leader of the pack, asked, looking around at the gathered wyverns.
The curious groans of the wyverns could be heard here and there.
“Is the old man the leader here? Nice to meet you, Moiya~”
Moiya held out his hand to the wyvern leader.
“How cheeky! Close your eyes, you guys!”
The large wyvern guarding the leader roughly swatted Moiya’s small hand away.
“You’re big, but you’re not tough, Moni~”
Moni muttered quietly as she hid behind Moiya.
Moni looked around at the wyverns staring at them intently.
Their wary gazes were quite fierce.
Having only spoken human language since hatching, Moni felt the wyvern's language was more like noise.
Except for a few wyverns who could speak human language, most seemed to understand human language but couldn't speak.
"Keep, keeep, keeek."
Aoshi gasped in horror at the tense atmosphere, then gasped.
"Who coughed? Who is that?"
At the wyvern leader's hoarse voice, Aoshi covered his mouth with both paws and crouched.
"It's Moiya~."
Aoshi glared resentfully at Moiya for specifically tattling on him.
Since Moni was the only one he could trust here, he crept up beside her.
Moni then stroked Aoshi's back as if comforting him, then turned to the wyverns, whose red eyes were glaring menacingly, and said,
"Aoshi is a cat. He may look plump, but it's all fur."
She added that there was nothing to eat.
Aoshi glared at Moni as well.
He wondered if it was really necessary to say such a thing, but he had no choice but to endure it, since Moni was more trustworthy than Moiya.
“Are you thinking of joining the pack?”
The leader of the wyverns asked Moiya and Moni.
“If you have sausages, I’ll think about it.”
Moiya rolled his eyes as if he was struggling, then answered seriously.
“That... what is it?”
“Why don’t these kids know about sausages these days?”
Or are they pretending not to know because they don’t want to give them to him?
Yes, I see.
Moiya tilted his head and glared at the leader with suspicion.
“Oh, watch your language!”
The large wyvern guarding the leader sternly scolded Moiya.
“That’s enough. That’s just how immature he is.”
“Still, that young one’s speech is really rude.”
“That’s because they didn’t live in groups and were born among humans.”
“Well, if it were our group, they would be unbelievably rascals.”
Moiya and Moni snorted as they listened to the conversation between the two wyverns.
“Wow, what are you talking about that even adults don’t recognize?”
“That’s right. They don’t have their own habits, Moiya~.”
“Meow meow... (Guys, let’s just get out of here quickly...)”
The aura of the dozens of red eyes seemed unusual.
“Hey, old man. Don’t you feel anything when you see us?”
Moiya, unable to bear it any longer, asked the leader of the wyverns.
“What do you mean?”
In all his cat's life, he's never felt such speed.
Not even on the ground, but in the sky.
He couldn’t open his eyes because of how fast the wind was cutting through them. Aoshi’s cries became more impatient as they neared the sea.
Even if they flew in a straight line, the fur on their bodies would stand on end due to the tremendous speed, but the baby wyverns, with energy to spare, flew freely through the sky, drawing curves up and down.
“Aoshi! You’re so excited, aren’t you?”
“...”
“You can’t even speak.”
Moiya and Moni ignored Aoshi, who was dizzy and had fainted, and finally arrived near the Valley of Death.
“Cute things. Are you all playing over there?”
Moiya watched happily as the wyverns flew around the Valley of Death.
“Meow? (But guys. It seems like you two are the only babies and they’re all adults over there.)”
Aoshi, who had passed out, regained consciousness and looked down at the Valley of Death.
“We were born 300 years before them. Even though we were only in eggs.”
“Meow? (Do you think they’ll acknowledge that?)”
“What if they don’t?”
“Meow? (Won’t they kill us?)”
“Why?”
“Meow! (Because you’re getting in the way. And you’re not that group!)”
“I told you. We’ve been in eggs for over 300 years, so we’ve already...”
Moni’s voice gradually faded as she continued speaking and looked at Moiya.
“But Moiya, what Aoshi said seems right, right Moni~?”
“What are you talking about? I think they would be so happy if it were me.”
Moiya shrugged and went straight down to the Valley of Death.
The wyverns, wandering through the canyon, spotted some unfamiliar baby wyverns and snatched them up in one fell swoop.
Moiya and Moni, their heads grabbed by a large adult, were dragged into a cave in the middle of the canyon.
“Whose babies are these?”
The wyvern, who seemed to be the leader of the pack, asked, looking around at the gathered wyverns.
The curious groans of the wyverns could be heard here and there.
“Is the old man the leader here? Nice to meet you, Moiya~”
Moiya held out his hand to the wyvern leader.
“How cheeky! Close your eyes, you guys!”
The large wyvern guarding the leader roughly swatted Moiya’s small hand away.
“You’re big, but you’re not tough, Moni~”
Moni muttered quietly as she hid behind Moiya.
Moni looked around at the wyverns staring at them intently.
Their wary gazes were quite fierce.
Having only spoken human language since hatching, Moni felt the wyvern's language was more like noise.
Except for a few wyverns who could speak human language, most seemed to understand human language but couldn't speak.
"Keep, keeep, keeek."
Aoshi gasped in horror at the tense atmosphere, then gasped.
"Who coughed? Who is that?"
At the wyvern leader's hoarse voice, Aoshi covered his mouth with both paws and crouched.
"It's Moiya~."
Aoshi glared resentfully at Moiya for specifically tattling on him.
Since Moni was the only one he could trust here, he crept up beside her.
Moni then stroked Aoshi's back as if comforting him, then turned to the wyverns, whose red eyes were glaring menacingly, and said,
"Aoshi is a cat. He may look plump, but it's all fur."
She added that there was nothing to eat.
Aoshi glared at Moni as well.
He wondered if it was really necessary to say such a thing, but he had no choice but to endure it, since Moni was more trustworthy than Moiya.
“Are you thinking of joining the pack?”
The leader of the wyverns asked Moiya and Moni.
“If you have sausages, I’ll think about it.”
Moiya rolled his eyes as if he was struggling, then answered seriously.
“That... what is it?”
“Why don’t these kids know about sausages these days?”
Or are they pretending not to know because they don’t want to give them to him?
Yes, I see.
Moiya tilted his head and glared at the leader with suspicion.
“Oh, watch your language!”
The large wyvern guarding the leader sternly scolded Moiya.
“That’s enough. That’s just how immature he is.”
“Still, that young one’s speech is really rude.”
“That’s because they didn’t live in groups and were born among humans.”
“Well, if it were our group, they would be unbelievably rascals.”
Moiya and Moni snorted as they listened to the conversation between the two wyverns.
“Wow, what are you talking about that even adults don’t recognize?”
“That’s right. They don’t have their own habits, Moiya~.”
“Meow meow... (Guys, let’s just get out of here quickly...)”
The aura of the dozens of red eyes seemed unusual.
“Hey, old man. Don’t you feel anything when you see us?”
Moiya, unable to bear it any longer, asked the leader of the wyverns.
“What do you mean?”
“I told you we’re over 300 years old? We’ve been living in eggs all this time, right, Moiya~?”
“That’s right! Why don’t you believe me? Are you jealous because we’re too cute?”
“Tsk tsk tsk, whose children are these? Their mothers couldn’t properly raise them, so they’ve become twisted.”
The leader looked at Moiya and Moni with pitying eyes.
However, no matter how pitiful they were, the most important thing in pack life was hierarchy.
“Come into the pack. I won’t tolerate your nonsense, but I will allow you to live with us. Don’t cling to humans and be exploited.”
Some of the wyverns rose up in protest at the leader’s words.
“Why would you take in such ignorant creatures?”
“That’s right. We don’t even know which pack they were abandoned from.”
“Judging by their condition, they were clearly abandoned because they weren’t normal from birth!”
“Everyone, be quiet! It’s better to be embraced by us than exploited by humans. Their condition is not very good, but since they can speak human language, I think they’re not completely stupid...”
“Kee-ee-ing!”
Even the wyverns who couldn’t speak human language rose up in protest here and there.
“Where are you staying?”
The wyvern leader asked Moiya and Moni, who were standing awkwardly.
“You’re early?”
Melanie greeted Hetor, who had arrived at her quarters.
"What? You're early?"
Hetor was taken aback by Melanie's casual approach, even welcoming him as if she were a welcome guest.
Melanie acted as if they had always been together.
"Yes, I'm here. What do you want me to do?"
“That’s right! Why don’t you believe me? Are you jealous because we’re too cute?”
“Tsk tsk tsk, whose children are these? Their mothers couldn’t properly raise them, so they’ve become twisted.”
The leader looked at Moiya and Moni with pitying eyes.
However, no matter how pitiful they were, the most important thing in pack life was hierarchy.
“Come into the pack. I won’t tolerate your nonsense, but I will allow you to live with us. Don’t cling to humans and be exploited.”
Some of the wyverns rose up in protest at the leader’s words.
“Why would you take in such ignorant creatures?”
“That’s right. We don’t even know which pack they were abandoned from.”
“Judging by their condition, they were clearly abandoned because they weren’t normal from birth!”
“Everyone, be quiet! It’s better to be embraced by us than exploited by humans. Their condition is not very good, but since they can speak human language, I think they’re not completely stupid...”
“Kee-ee-ing!”
Even the wyverns who couldn’t speak human language rose up in protest here and there.
“Where are you staying?”
The wyvern leader asked Moiya and Moni, who were standing awkwardly.
***
“You’re early?”
Melanie greeted Hetor, who had arrived at her quarters.
"What? You're early?"
Hetor was taken aback by Melanie's casual approach, even welcoming him as if she were a welcome guest.
Melanie acted as if they had always been together.
"Yes, I'm here. What do you want me to do?"
Hetor sat down in silence, guided by her.
Melanie sat down in front of him, her face bright and innocent, as if observing him.
Hiring the Empress's palace knight and the King of Tanya Island as her own knight was bound to be a source of controversy.
Hetor deliberately cast a grim expression at Melanie, who offered no explanation, but she simply smiled brightly. He had many questions.
How could she have coaxed Emperor Linel into giving Roxana direct orders?
He might have called it a favor, but it was only a forced smile from Emperor Linel, who would surely have bewitched Roxana.
Otherwise, Roxana wouldn't have complied with the Emperor's request so meekly and without complaint.
Roxana was delighted by the opportunity to dig up information about the former Empress through Melanie.
But that was because Roxana had never really experienced Melanie.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Melanie asked.
"Why did you hire me as your bodyguard?"
Hetor asked.
Their voices mingled simultaneously.
"My bodyguards aren't up to snuff."
"I don't think someone living in the palace needs special protection."
"Oh? And you're saying that after that crazy Tesla tried to kill Mama Zelda?"
Melanie asked, her eyes wide.
"Oh, but that was a special case, and such things rarely happen."
"Does that mean Mama Zelda is special and I'm not?"
Melanie asked in a sullen voice.
At times like this, she didn't seem so foolish.
Hetor opened his mouth for a moment, then corrected himself with a tired expression.
“That’s not what I meant. Her Highness Zelda is just so...”
“Yes, since she enjoys His Majesty’s favor, she must have many enemies everywhere. I know that. But I have many enemies too, don’t you think?”
“Is that so?”
Melanie whispered, lowering her voice when Hetor responded indifferently.
“Oh! I often speak thoughtlessly. But half of the time, it’s planned to upset the other person, right? Oh, what I just said was a secret.”
Who would reveal a secret so casually?
From that moment on, the woman was out of her mind.
“What was it like working in the Empress’s palace?”
“Not much different from Your Highness Melanie’s knights.”
“Really? Then you also helped pick out Empress Roxana’s dresses?”
Melanie’s eyes sparkled.
She leaned forward and asked Hetor.
“Yes?”
He asked, doubting what he had just heard.
“My guards did that.”
“Could you explain what serving dresses have to do with being an escort?”
Hetor was uneasy, wondering if he really had to go through such unnecessary trouble.
“It’s not just about ensuring safety, it’s also about caring for the feelings of the person you serve.”
He just stared blankly at her, who arbitrarily defined what it meant to be an escort.
“I suffer from the envy and jealousy of the other concubines. That’s an attack.”
“Your Highness Melanie? ...Why?”
Hetor asked incredulously.
Isn’t that something only the Emperor’s favored former Empress, a concubine like Zelda, would do?
“Why?”
Melanie asked, as if she didn’t know.
“I’m the prettiest, right? Of all the concubines.”
“...”
Hetor opened his mouth, speechless.
“You really don’t think so? Do you think Empress Roxana is the prettiest?”
If Hetor had answered yes, she would have burst into tears.
Hetor let out a hollow laugh and then fell into thought for a moment.
Without realizing it, he began to seriously consider Melanie’s question.
Opinions may vary depending on personal taste, but if you were to judge objectively?
‘Well, it could be a face.’
Even if someone had claimed Melanie’s face was the most beautiful in the palace, most people would nod in agreement. However, only if they hadn’t spoken to her before.
Or, if they had judged her solely based on her face.
“You don’t think so? Do you really think Empress Roxana is the prettiest? Ah, perhaps the islanders have some sort of self-proclaimed standard of beauty?”
“Your Highness, I didn’t say anything. And please be respectful. Her Majesty isn’t even your friend.”
Hetor said with a stern expression.
“You even curse the Emperor in public. What’s the big deal? And I’m your master right now. You’re my bodyguard, aren’t you? So even if I curse the Empress, you should take my side!”
What should he do with this woman, whose hair was clearer and bluer than the sky of Tanya Island?
He was uncertain about how far he should draw the line.
“You can speak freely when we’re alone together.”
“Yes?”
What was that supposed to mean?
Hetor raised an eyebrow.
“You were really angry last time, so you spoke to me a little. You were the first man besides my father and His Majesty to speak informally to me.”
Hetor was very curious about how the logic of being allowed to speak freely was formed.
“Where is the bodyguard who speaks freely?”
“Well, you did?”
“I was so angry back then that I slipped out of my mind...”
“No, not just the fact that you spoke informally to me. You spoke informally to Empress Roxana, too?”
“!”
When did you hear that?
Hetor frowned, and Melanie smirked and continued.
“I heard you two talking in front of the Great Temple building.”
“Oh.”
This was clearly his own oversight.
He usually only spoke to Roxana when they were alone in the Empress’s palace, but on the day of Prince Tesla’s final trial, he spoke before entering the Great Temple building.
And Melanie had caught him at that moment.
“So you should speak informally when we’re alone.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll tell His Majesty?”
“!”
What kind of absurd threat was that?
If Melanie had told the other concubines, or especially Emperor Linel, about this, they would have been more likely to believe her.
Even though Melanie was a habitual slip of the tongue, she had the image of not lying.
“You don’t want to be friends with me?”
“There’s no reason to be.”
"I thought we communicated pretty well..."
When?
One person would speak unilaterally, or the other would ignore the other.
Wasn't that the way conversations were conducted?
Before Hetor could gather his thoughts and ask a question, Melanie changed the subject.
“Anyway, please take care of me from now on.”
Melanie held out her hand.
Hetor flinched but didn’t take her hand.
“Yes, please take care of me.”
“Are you shy? Well, I guess you’re nervous about holding my hand. Oh, and I’ll ask you this to commemorate becoming my bodyguard.”
Hetor was secretly nervous, wondering what strange thing she was going to say.
He’d only dealt with strong men before, but this was his first time dealing with a stone.
“How are these pajamas?”
So you’re asking about their condition...?
“Are you asking if they’re see-through or not?”
Hetor’s brows furrowed.
“Huh? See-through? You say you can?”
Melanie lowered her head, looked down at her pajamas, and smiled brightly, “It’s really a little see-through?”
Hetor’s eyes wandered before he abruptly stood up and said,
“...I don’t know much about women’s clothing.”
“There’s no shame in not knowing. It’s okay, don’t be angry.”
“?”
Melanie said comfortingly.
She really had a knack for interpreting situations in strange ways.
Hetor, embarrassed and bewildered, hurriedly opened the bedroom door and left, thinking his blushing face was due to his anger.
“Have you been looking into the contents of the book Rosie hid under the bed?”
Linel, having just finished showering, climbed onto the bed and asked in a damp voice.
I toweled his wet hair and smiled meaningfully.
“Curious?”
“The title makes sense, right? I can use it too.”
“Why does Your Majesty need a way to speed things up?”
“There might be a secret I don’t know about.”
His low voice was already making my body tingle.
“There might be a way to make it even faster.”
“Shall we put the book into practice?”
“Yes... I’ll just trust you and follow.”
He deliberately put on an innocent expression.
That look was another charm.
I'd spent an hour in Rosie's room, reading the book, and then I'd completely ditched half of it and got down to the actual implementation part.
"You need to put your hand here."
I whispered, gently placing my hand on his thigh.
"That's a good start. And what else?"
Melanie sat down in front of him, her face bright and innocent, as if observing him.
Hiring the Empress's palace knight and the King of Tanya Island as her own knight was bound to be a source of controversy.
Hetor deliberately cast a grim expression at Melanie, who offered no explanation, but she simply smiled brightly. He had many questions.
How could she have coaxed Emperor Linel into giving Roxana direct orders?
He might have called it a favor, but it was only a forced smile from Emperor Linel, who would surely have bewitched Roxana.
Otherwise, Roxana wouldn't have complied with the Emperor's request so meekly and without complaint.
Roxana was delighted by the opportunity to dig up information about the former Empress through Melanie.
But that was because Roxana had never really experienced Melanie.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Melanie asked.
"Why did you hire me as your bodyguard?"
Hetor asked.
Their voices mingled simultaneously.
"My bodyguards aren't up to snuff."
"I don't think someone living in the palace needs special protection."
"Oh? And you're saying that after that crazy Tesla tried to kill Mama Zelda?"
Melanie asked, her eyes wide.
"Oh, but that was a special case, and such things rarely happen."
"Does that mean Mama Zelda is special and I'm not?"
Melanie asked in a sullen voice.
At times like this, she didn't seem so foolish.
Hetor opened his mouth for a moment, then corrected himself with a tired expression.
“That’s not what I meant. Her Highness Zelda is just so...”
“Yes, since she enjoys His Majesty’s favor, she must have many enemies everywhere. I know that. But I have many enemies too, don’t you think?”
“Is that so?”
Melanie whispered, lowering her voice when Hetor responded indifferently.
“Oh! I often speak thoughtlessly. But half of the time, it’s planned to upset the other person, right? Oh, what I just said was a secret.”
Who would reveal a secret so casually?
From that moment on, the woman was out of her mind.
“What was it like working in the Empress’s palace?”
“Not much different from Your Highness Melanie’s knights.”
“Really? Then you also helped pick out Empress Roxana’s dresses?”
Melanie’s eyes sparkled.
She leaned forward and asked Hetor.
“Yes?”
He asked, doubting what he had just heard.
“My guards did that.”
“Could you explain what serving dresses have to do with being an escort?”
Hetor was uneasy, wondering if he really had to go through such unnecessary trouble.
“It’s not just about ensuring safety, it’s also about caring for the feelings of the person you serve.”
He just stared blankly at her, who arbitrarily defined what it meant to be an escort.
“I suffer from the envy and jealousy of the other concubines. That’s an attack.”
“Your Highness Melanie? ...Why?”
Hetor asked incredulously.
Isn’t that something only the Emperor’s favored former Empress, a concubine like Zelda, would do?
“Why?”
Melanie asked, as if she didn’t know.
“I’m the prettiest, right? Of all the concubines.”
“...”
Hetor opened his mouth, speechless.
“You really don’t think so? Do you think Empress Roxana is the prettiest?”
If Hetor had answered yes, she would have burst into tears.
Hetor let out a hollow laugh and then fell into thought for a moment.
Without realizing it, he began to seriously consider Melanie’s question.
Opinions may vary depending on personal taste, but if you were to judge objectively?
‘Well, it could be a face.’
Even if someone had claimed Melanie’s face was the most beautiful in the palace, most people would nod in agreement. However, only if they hadn’t spoken to her before.
Or, if they had judged her solely based on her face.
“You don’t think so? Do you really think Empress Roxana is the prettiest? Ah, perhaps the islanders have some sort of self-proclaimed standard of beauty?”
“Your Highness, I didn’t say anything. And please be respectful. Her Majesty isn’t even your friend.”
Hetor said with a stern expression.
“You even curse the Emperor in public. What’s the big deal? And I’m your master right now. You’re my bodyguard, aren’t you? So even if I curse the Empress, you should take my side!”
What should he do with this woman, whose hair was clearer and bluer than the sky of Tanya Island?
He was uncertain about how far he should draw the line.
“You can speak freely when we’re alone together.”
“Yes?”
What was that supposed to mean?
Hetor raised an eyebrow.
“You were really angry last time, so you spoke to me a little. You were the first man besides my father and His Majesty to speak informally to me.”
Hetor was very curious about how the logic of being allowed to speak freely was formed.
“Where is the bodyguard who speaks freely?”
“Well, you did?”
“I was so angry back then that I slipped out of my mind...”
“No, not just the fact that you spoke informally to me. You spoke informally to Empress Roxana, too?”
“!”
When did you hear that?
Hetor frowned, and Melanie smirked and continued.
“I heard you two talking in front of the Great Temple building.”
“Oh.”
This was clearly his own oversight.
He usually only spoke to Roxana when they were alone in the Empress’s palace, but on the day of Prince Tesla’s final trial, he spoke before entering the Great Temple building.
And Melanie had caught him at that moment.
“So you should speak informally when we’re alone.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll tell His Majesty?”
“!”
What kind of absurd threat was that?
If Melanie had told the other concubines, or especially Emperor Linel, about this, they would have been more likely to believe her.
Even though Melanie was a habitual slip of the tongue, she had the image of not lying.
“You don’t want to be friends with me?”
“There’s no reason to be.”
"I thought we communicated pretty well..."
When?
One person would speak unilaterally, or the other would ignore the other.
Wasn't that the way conversations were conducted?
Before Hetor could gather his thoughts and ask a question, Melanie changed the subject.
“Anyway, please take care of me from now on.”
Melanie held out her hand.
Hetor flinched but didn’t take her hand.
“Yes, please take care of me.”
“Are you shy? Well, I guess you’re nervous about holding my hand. Oh, and I’ll ask you this to commemorate becoming my bodyguard.”
Hetor was secretly nervous, wondering what strange thing she was going to say.
He’d only dealt with strong men before, but this was his first time dealing with a stone.
“How are these pajamas?”
So you’re asking about their condition...?
“Are you asking if they’re see-through or not?”
Hetor’s brows furrowed.
“Huh? See-through? You say you can?”
Melanie lowered her head, looked down at her pajamas, and smiled brightly, “It’s really a little see-through?”
Hetor’s eyes wandered before he abruptly stood up and said,
“...I don’t know much about women’s clothing.”
“There’s no shame in not knowing. It’s okay, don’t be angry.”
“?”
Melanie said comfortingly.
She really had a knack for interpreting situations in strange ways.
Hetor, embarrassed and bewildered, hurriedly opened the bedroom door and left, thinking his blushing face was due to his anger.
***
“Have you been looking into the contents of the book Rosie hid under the bed?”
Linel, having just finished showering, climbed onto the bed and asked in a damp voice.
I toweled his wet hair and smiled meaningfully.
“Curious?”
“The title makes sense, right? I can use it too.”
“Why does Your Majesty need a way to speed things up?”
“There might be a secret I don’t know about.”
His low voice was already making my body tingle.
“There might be a way to make it even faster.”
“Shall we put the book into practice?”
“Yes... I’ll just trust you and follow.”
He deliberately put on an innocent expression.
That look was another charm.
I'd spent an hour in Rosie's room, reading the book, and then I'd completely ditched half of it and got down to the actual implementation part.
"You need to put your hand here."
I whispered, gently placing my hand on his thigh.
"That's a good start. And what else?"
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