Starlight poured densely over the iceberg, surrounded by pure white snow on all sides.
The mountains were quiet.
Occasionally, the sound of beasts in the bushes, the chattering, the crackling of firewood, and the sound of burning firewood only quietly ring in his ears.
The warmth emanating from the bonfire covered their white breath.
It was a night filled with heavy loneliness and tranquility, as if he were the only one left in the world.
At that moment, Medea's hand that was holding Cesare's sleeve fell.
The sparkling green eyes were comfortably closed.
He could hear the sound of breathing in his ears.
"..."
Cesare looked down at his wife, who had fallen asleep in her arms, for a while.
It was the first time Medea had completely relaxed in front of him.
The gently flickering flames of the bonfire cast shadows under her dense eyelashes.
The warmth he felt in his clinging arms was too warm.
Like the only lamp that illuminates the darkness, a small being in his arms melted his frozen heart.
"Medea."
The wheezing sound that replaced the answer was surprisingly satisfying.
Cesare hugged her and pulled her deeper into his arms.
He brushed up her loose hair and kissed her forehead.
If he gave it too much, it would break, and if he let go of it, it would flow out of his arms.
The straight, straight fingers wriggled finely.
As if trying to soften the tension that rushes under hia hands.
The night was getting late.
The flickering flames gradually weakened, and the cold air brushing against his skin also thickened.
Cesare took her in his arms. Then he staggered towards the cabin.
There was no sign of presence inside the quietly opened hut.
The hesitant wife soon found a scribbled note from Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins on a wooden table.
[There is an emergency patient in the village below the eastern ridge, and we are away. I will be back in a few days, so please give him some house and herbs. I will pay for your treatment.]
As Cesare was basking in the campfire, he noticed that the people he sensed in the cabin were Mr. Jenkins and his wife.
'I thought they would be back soon.'
"...A few days..."
It seemed that he would have to wait for Gallo to come here.
He quietly stepped down the stairs.
The creaking of the old wooden stairs echoed through the unusually quiet house.
When they opened the door, they were greeted by a room with a warm scent and a neat bed.
Cesare carefully laid Medea down on a soft sheet.
Just as he was about to get up after carefully covering Medea's top with the blanket, Medea's arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him towards her.
Was it the first thing for his lips to bump against each other, or for his ice-hard body to be superimposed on top of hers?
In Medea's hazy mind, she couldn't tell the difference.
"You...!"
A flame broke out in the gold that shone like the sun.
After a short breath, Cesare clenched his teeth and raised his arms to widen the distance between his overlapping bodies and hers.
However, Medea's hand did not let him go.
It was as if he had heard a faint curse leaking from the mouth of the evil door.
"...If you don't like it, tell me."
Medea lightly pressed her lips to the tip of his stiff chin.
Cesare swallowed a sigh of joy and despair.
It was certain that the good husband who was trying to put his wife to sleep did not expect the current situation.
"...I... Knowing that it is... Haha..."
Medea watched as he gritted his teeth and stood up, as if he was holding back something.
She was somewhat sad that the faint musk was fading.
Just as Medea was about to get up, he pushed her shoulder.
He was sick and couldn't give them strength properly.
"Wait, Medea. Here..."
He wiped his dry face.
Unrefined words flowed out of his well-shaped mouth as if his mind was jumbled.
"I said I would wait, but I can't be so patient. No, no. That's..."
The Nubia of Cesare, trying to suppress something surging and find reason, rose and fell wildly.
It was unclear whether the words he repeated were directed at Medea or himself.
What is certain is that.
'You can't do it in a place like this for the first time.'
This is the moment they have been waiting for for each other's sincerity.
Even though it was a beautiful snowy scenery and a peaceful time, only now, the shabby hut was unacceptable.
However, he forgot that, in the first place, it was a problem that he didn't have a choice.
"Why? Then don't wait."
Medea turned Cesare's cheek and made eye contact with him.
In fact, she was already awake from the moment he hugged her and carried her.
Deep in her heart, her emotions surged like waves.
She no longer turned away from the true nature of the tremor.
She wanted him at this moment. Cesare Katzen.
She wanted to confirm with him once again that they were connected to each other and that her fate was completely different from her past life.
Lips touching each other again.
"Cesare, don't go."
At that moment, surprise and joy flashed through his golden eyes like dawn.
No one would know how beautiful the scenery was, Medea thought.
"I won't show it to anyone."
She decided to admit it now.
The strongest and most beautiful man in the world has her complete desire to possess.
"Today... I want to be with you. With you."
It takes the form of a request, but the moment the command is called.
Crack. A rough cracking sound brushed through their ears.
It was the sound of reason that was barely holding on to Cesare's shattered.
In an instant, their body was entwined.
In the midst of the blooming depression, Medea had to regret that she had not been overly careful in her choice for the first time.
"Oh...!"
Her cheeks glowed pink due to the heat, and her sharp nails made rough wounds on his wide back.
"Dea."
The spark never went out of his eyes as he swept her sweaty forehead.
Regardless of whether it was tears, sweat, or whatever, the kisses fell non-stop, as if they were going to swallow it all.
Her head seemed to melt like lava.
Whenever she was afraid that she would never go back to the past, her hands got tangled.
A time full of warmth, affection, and stigma.
Medea wanted to bite his throat, to run away from his weight.
Medea thought as she hugged his hard back, which wouldn't let her go.
Was it so painful and pitiful for a heart-to-heart connection?
***
A few days later.
The refreshing chirping of birds woke Medea up.
When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the room again.
"...It's crazy..."
Medea muttered blankly.
"How long has it been since the replacement time?"
Medea touched her lips. Her swollen lips were dry.
It felt like someone had shattered the world she knew, reassembled it, and put it into her head, feeling daunting and strange.
'Oh my God. That was not all I knew.'
She can't believe that physical affection has such a big Impact.
'Why the hell did I fall in love with Jason?'
Even the possibility of her feelings being obsessed with Jason in her last life was not so great.
At that time, creak.
The door opened.
A dazzlingly handsome man who made her sigh entered the room.
"Good morning, Dea."
A low, slightly uttered voice echoed through the languid air. The morning sun enveloped his black hair like a golden thread.
Through the hem of his disheveled shirt, his hard and refined body was exposed.
It was like a sensual statue carved out by God with great care.
"..."
Medea glared at him.
If it weren't for the stiffness of his whole body, he would have been beaten hard.
But even then, as if willingly, he approached Medea and leaned down.
She thought his slightly wet hair was brushing against her shoulder, and before she knew it, her cheeks were pressed tightly.
Medea pushed him away with a blushing face.
As she flinched as she was about to get out of bed, his tight arms hugged her.
"Why are you here?"
She stopped as she was about to struggle.
It was because they found blood stains on the bandage wrapped around Cesare's chest.
"It's not a big deal. Is this okay with the temperature?"
With a reply that seemed insignificant, a light kiss landed on the nape of her neck and temples.
He steadily lowered Medea into a steaming wooden bathtub.
Inside the rustic wooden barrel, steam was blooming, and the smell of medicinal herbs brushing against the tip of her nose was fragrant.
"...Get out now."
At Medea's congratulatory decree, he raised the corner of his mouth.
"Your Highness must require my service."
There was a smile in the low voice that rang in her ears.
As if Medea felt sorry for him, swaying her legs like a fawn, he pressed her cheek again with the sound of his tongue, kicking affectionately.
The texture of the flesh falling off was moist.
"Oh, huh?"
Medea shook her head, and he asked persistently
It was a bonus to shake the smooth sponge when it was ready. There was already some foam on it.
"Then shall I wash your hair?"
"You? You've never done it before."
Medea snorted.
It's like a Cesare who carefully serves someone's bath.
Medea instinctively shook her head in her Imagination, which had no sense of reality at all.
The corners of Cesare's eyes folded slightly.
"You know. Your guy is good at everything from the beginning."
Playful eyes hid their unsatisfied hunger, and they passed over Medea's white shoulders.
Pak-!
The wet sponge that was taken from Cesare's hand hit the bathtub and fell.
"...Get out."
Contrary to her young voice, Medea's ears and white cheeks were stained with tears.
"Yes. I have no choice but to prepare breakfast for Your Highness."
Cesare burst into laughter, pressed his lips over her wet cheeks, and left.
Medea hid her head in the bathtub.
Perhaps because of the scorching heat, she felt like her whole body was steaming.
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