That night, he was greeted by a bed with clear blood stains in his bedroom.
The moment he checked it in the bright light, his stomach tightened and an unfamiliar chill seeped into his bones.
He wanted to visit her again to check on her wounds, but he couldn't bear to leave her because he remembered her face begging to be left alone.
He can't do this or that, and hr wonders how long it will take to look down at the cold bed. Suddenly, Barcas felt the urge to break something.
Everything was annoying. The woman who swings herself at will, the woman who is swept away by it, and the body that can't calm down because she is caught up in the uncontrollable heat.
Barcas gritted his teeth. She would always push him away with her rash and reckless actions. That night is just an extension of that. He thought about it repeatedly, but the sharp and pending nerves never returned to their original state.
"What do you want to do with the rest of the schedule?"
As they approached the gates, Darren, who had been following quietly, suddenly asked a question.
Waking up from his thoughts, Barcas frowned as he looked up at the sun setting over the tower.
Originally, by now, he would have to attend a meeting organized by the League of Nobles. However, the main agenda must have already ended. Those who show their faces belatedly will only waste time in a futile battle.
Barcas, who quickly came to a conclusion, immediately turned around.
"I'll just go home today."
Then he sat down in the saddle and spurred his horse.
When he arrived at the castle, the sky was already beginning to turn a faint purple color.
Looking up, Barcas narrowed his brows as he saw a pale cloud rolling in from the east. He thought it might rain again. In that case, the traces left by the wolves will be washed away, and the subjugation will be difficult.
"I haven't heard anything lately."
With a wry smile, Barcas jumped lightly from Tork's back and climbed the stairs.
When he entered the main palace, the servants waiting near the door took off the breastplate and cloak that covered his body.
He repelled the cumbersome hands with a light gesture and went straight across the wide hall.
At that moment, he saw a quarter dwarf coming down the stairs with a package of clothes in his arms. As soon as he saw him, he strode up to the hardened woman.
"How was Her Highness today?"
The woman, who was shrinking her shoulders at the question, immediately began to chatter.
"During the day, shr drank some fruit and honey wine, and in the evening, she made a few scoops of oat porridge with medicinal herbs. As a snack, she also had a drink made by fermenting goat's milk. Still, I think her stomach is better than before, and the amount of food she eats is a little slower. It's all thanks to His Excellency the Grand Duke."
Barcas, who had been quietly listening to the lengthy words, asked in a cautious tone.
"How did she feel?"
"How does she feel..."
A look of confusion appeared on the woman's face. Barcas twisted his lips at the clothes in the woman's arms. Colorful and colorful fabrics were torn and rolled into two.
Apparently, his wife, who had been firmly twisted in something, was angry with the object.
"I don't need to hear an answer."
"Oh, the young lady is just a little sensitive. Still, please change your mind today..."
The woman who was in a hurry to defend her master suddenly closed her mouth and lowered her gaze awkwardly.
Waiting for the words to continue, Barcas realized that the maid had no intention of finishing her words properly, so he took his stopped steps again.
When he reached the door on the second floor, he saw the sunset light flowing through the high windows, casting a long stream on the marble floor. He turned his eyes to the stairs leading to the third floor.
For a moment, he thought about going to her in person to check on her condition, but he was afraid that she would be slammed at the door, so he stopped. Since that day, she has been rejecting him outright, locking the door.
Barcas, who frowned at the thought of the woman in the middle of the fight, turned his head back to his bedroom.
Then, suddenly, he felt a strong fragrance brushing against the tip of his nose and stiffened his body.
A strange thrill ran down his spine. Without realizing it, he grabbed the doorknob and pulled it roughly.
"You're back sooner than I thought."
He looked at the woman sitting on his bed with fixed eyes. A woman wearing a thin dark blue dress was leaning on a cushion with her skirt spread out on a white sheet.
She put aside the book she had placed on her lap and continued calmly.
"I heard that you've been busy with official duties lately, so I thought you'd be back in the middle of the night."
"...Is that why you're here?"
He said almost instinctively, closing the door behind his back.
"Because you think I'm not going to be here?"
"If I didn't want to run into you, why would I have been guarding a room without an owner? I mean... It means I thought I would have to wait a long time for you to come."
She said with a grin of her red lips.
He noticed that she was just pretending to be carefree, but she was in a very nervous state, so he put his arms in front of his chest.
The dense fragrance that filled the room permeated his lungs, and his nerves that were still on edge even harder.
He glared at her with a wary expression, holding back his mind from scattering.
"You waited for me?"
"That's what I said."
She snapped nervously and pursed her dry lips. He looked there for a moment, then turned his eyes to the window.
Barcas felt his lower abdomen stiffen and his body temperature gradually rise. He was annoyed by himself, who was restless like a stallion smelling a mare, and asked sharply.
"Why?"
Unintentionally, voices of criticism flowed out.
He strode to the front of the bed and looked down at her menacingly.
"You've been blatantly avoiding me for the past few days, haven't you?"
"That... I just needed time."
Anxiety crossed her dark blue eyes. A pale blush appeared on her pale cheeks and pure white nape of her neck, and her body odor intensified.
He clenched his sweaty fingers and pursued them fiercely.
"What time?"
She squeezed the hem of her skirt with an Impatient gesture.
"Time to Recover."
The squeezing voice softened his aggression in an instant.
Barcas leaned in front of her with a serious face.
"That night, there were blood stains on the blanket. Was the wound big?"
"No, it's okay. I was just told it was natural."
He was relieved by her answer for a moment, but at the words that followed, he stiffened again.
"Now that my wounds are healed. I can go to bed without any problems."
He looked down at her face, speechless for a moment. She continued dryly.
"To have a child, you have to have a regular relationship... It's better to do it as often as possible."
Barcas, who had been blank-eyed, let out a dry smile the next moment.
Apparently, this woman was trying to treat him thoroughly as a stallion.
He picked up the robe placed next to the bed and threw it over her body.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not very tempted. Please leave my room."
"You said you don't have the right to refuse."
She straightened her back and shot him with a sharp look.
"This is an obligation. It's something you have to do even if you don't like it."
He twisted his eyes.
In his head, he knew she was right. It was clearly his responsibility to leave a successor.
The reason why she didn't ask for a bed, even though she knew that she was too terrible to be touched by men.
As long as Lucas had an alternative, there was no reason to put an unnecessary burden on her body.
But if she asks, the story is different.
In his heart, he didn't expect that one day this woman would be able to accept him. If she reaches out first, it's enough to hold on.
"Will you do as I say?"
Thalia spoke in a queenly, arrogant tone. But there was a fear in her eyes that she couldn't hide.
He spat out impulsively.
"If you want that."
Shame and relief were mixed on her face. Barcas, who was staring down at it, added in a firm tone.
"But this time, I'll do it the way I want."
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