The moment Medea announced her pregnancy in the palace, she remembered that Cesare's body had hardened.
It was a fleeting moment, so it seems that only she noticed him who was by her side.
"I was going to tell you to be sure."
Hah. With a sigh, one of Medea's shoulders became heavy.
It was because Cesare buried his head.
The touch of biting the white nape of her neck sent goosebumps down Medea's back.
It was as if she were giving up her head to a fierce beast.
"You let the weeks you spent with me slide? At least you should have told me."
Cesare's hand wrapped around her waist tightened. As if he was trying to somehow make a soft voice and not bite hard.
At that time, Medea's bombshell confession in the Imperial Palace surprised Cesare to the point of stiffening.
When she mentioned the imperial grandson, his mind turned completely white.
The soaring, intense joy was briefly overwhelmed by complex emotions.
'Why didn't you tell me first?'
The most brilliant and precious moment in his life, when Medea bore the fruit of his love.
'Why did I have to know it in such a dangerous place and in that way?'
The moment she shared that fact with his father or others, he didn't even want to see.
The fact that he had a ruthless urge to distract the senses of everyone present was swallowed in his mouth.
"Why, how... This kind of thing."
Can you hide it?
From the moment he realized that a smaller heart of life was beating in this small body, his heart became so tight that he forgot how to even breathe.
"In the early days... Because it can be unstable... I didn't want to give vain expectations, and..."
Medea's voice echoed calmly.
"If you had known in advance, the Emperor would not have thought of separating this child from you."
If that were the case, the Western Empress would not have been abandoned either.
Medea found out she was pregnant when she left the iceberg and headed to the Mage Tower.
While holding the evidence of the Western Empress's evil deed, she was able to easily notice the changes in her body through her past life and the experience of giving birth to two children.
She doesn't think she's a very good mother this time either.
Seeing that before joy, she first thought was that this child would be the last bastion that would reverse the emperor's attitude and cut off the breath of the Third Prince.
"..."
A faint sigh leaked out of Medea's throat again.
"Yes, that's right. You were just being yourself. I was useless."
Cesare put his lips on the nape of Medea's neck again.
Then he leaned down and kissed her on her stomach.
It seemed to comfort her, and it also seemed to show piety.
Medea is a person who throws herself out of the way for a ruse.
Therefore, Cesare did not want Medea to throw herself away anymore, so he finally caught her.
'So I should have noticed it first.'
In the end, it was his fault.
'I should have noticed that she was overly tired.'
He thought it was because she overworked that she started dozing off like chicks basking in the sun.
'It's my first time, I didn't know.'
Cesare was a talent that seemed natural in everything.
At least it was hia first time in this area, so he was very clumsy.
To be so close to someone, to experience the fruits of that affection.
'I'm still not happy to have my child take away Medea's attention."
Can he be a proper father?
The years he has lived with the arrogance that he can do well without learning everything are overshadowed.
It was a long time ago when he was a boy who was not good at many things.
However, he had no intention of letting her go or giving up on this child.
It was the first time in his life that he had a family.
His own intact fence that can live and breathe safely in his arms.
"Dea."
"Yes?"
"Because of you. No, nothing."
He shook his head immediately.
The face full of excellence was not as realistic as a statue in agony.
"..."
When Cesare did not continue, Medea looked up at him.
"Cesare."
"...Yes."
The answer came one beat late.
As if distracted by something, he leaned his head on Medea's belly.
Medea slowly raised her hand and stroked his head. Like soothing a big puppy.
The fine hair smoothly slipped between her fingers.
His even breathing and the sound of his powerful heartbeat were transmitted through her body.
Medea felt a strange comfort in the intersecting sounds.
Her body, which had been stiff from tension, relaxed, and the warmth in the room touched her skin.
"...You should tell your brother. He must have been waiting."
Kneading Medea's tight arms and legs, Cesare muttered.
Medea raised the corner of her mouth.
Did my brother really wait for this news?
'I hope Peleus doesn't try to kill him.'
She worried that he would be furious and lead Agema into Katzen.
At that moment, as if remembering something, Cesare looked up from Medea's arms.
"But when?"
The sight of his tousled black hair scattered over his bright eyes was like a god soaked in languid peace.
"...What?"
Medea, who paused for a moment at his appearance, managed to answer.
"If my baby grows up and asks, I'll have to tell him when he was born, right?"
He scratched his chin.
'I must have been careful, but I don't know when it was,' Medea talks to herself.
"According to the palace doctor, it was six weeks... Was that time?"
Medea's face flushed.
At that time, the days and nights in the cabin flashed before her eyes.
The night when the candles flickered, the sound of rain, the hot body temperature, the sound of tangled breathing...
"Get out. I'm going to wash."
Medea threw a pillow in his face.
Cesare took the pillow leisurely and chuckled.
"Yes. I'll get ready."
"What are you preparing for?"
"Prepare to serve my wife. It's not comparable to the cabin. The bathtub here is also bigger..."
His beautiful eyes flashed dizzily.
"You don't have to prick a finger this time either."
Contrary to his playful voice, his straight index finger drew a circle over Medea's peach bone.
Kung-!
The second pillow flew away.
"Get out of now!"
***
"Medea."
Medea opened her eyes to the pale hand shaking his shoulder.
"Cesare.. What's going on?"
It was dark outside, and only a dim lamp was lit in the bedroom.
But Medea could hear a faint commotion from the palace.
"I didn't want to wake you up."
She could read Cesare's afterwords that she couldn't help it.
His face reflected in the lamplight was gone, and the mischief that had been faintly seated was gone.
"What's going on?"
Medea stood up.
Perhaps because it was the first stage of pregnancy, she felt dizzy for a while.
Coming out of the place supported by Cesare, Neril,Saya, Gallo and Terence stood there.
It was noisy as if there was a scuffle.
"Just stop the bleeding!"
"Saya? Why?"
Saya's side face was covered in tears. She took a step back.
"Your Highness..."
Medea's gaze slowly rose to the place where it was splitting.
Above the darkened puddle, a knight with a gruesome appearance appeared.
"...Theo?"
He had a broken Achilles tendon and could not walk properly, and one of his arms was severed in half without even receiving treatment.
"Theo, whatever it is, tell me. I will call for a healer."
"I'm sorry, Your Highness."
Theo lowered his head as he pushed away his sister's hand to stop the bleeding from the wound.
"Rachel escaped from prison, assassinated His Holiness the Pope, and took control of the central temple."
Medea stopped.
It seemed like all the sleepiness she had felt had been blown away.
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