When he looked at it, he had to go to bed alone for the past few days because of the wolf that had begun to stand on end. Therefore, while he was happy with her decision, he was also worried.
Will I be able to persevere until the end?
Barcas, who was staring down at the woman who was breathing evenly in his arms, soon walked to the door with a heavy sigh.
"Here... Wear my raincoat."
The healer who hurriedly followed him snatched the robe from the wall and held it out.
He took it, wrapped her body tightly, and went straight out of the cabin.
Before he knew it, gray darkness was hanging in the backyard of the castle. He walked slowly along the hazel forest path surrounded by black light.
He could feel the rain that had begun to subside little by little, soaking his back and shoulders. However, he couldn't feel the chill at all. All his nerves were focused on her warm breath that touched the nape of his neck.
Barcas gently pulled back the hood he was pressing deeply, careful not to let the rainwater get on her.
He could see that the dense golden eyelashes cast a long shadow over the pale pink cheeks.
As he carefully wiped the water droplets on it with his thumb, her thin eyelids trembled, revealing her bright blue eyes.
"Barcas...?"
"Yes, it's me."
A muffled voice mixed with the sound of metal mixed into the wet air.
He cleared his throat and added.
"Sleep longer. I'll take you to bed."
The woman, who had been staring blankly as if her weak energy had not subsided, soon leaned her face against his chest.
Barcas tightened his forearms around her back.
The warmth felt through the hem of his wet clothes, combined with the sweet body odor and the fishy smell of grass, made him feel dizzy.
He put on his raincoat and quickly crossed the rainy black forest.
When he finally arrived at the main castle, hia whole body was soaked as if he had swum. However, his body was hot as if it were on fire.
Barcas climbed the stairs, past the servants who were running with surprised eyes.
"No need to follow me."
As if to warn the servants who were chasing after him, he opened the bedroom door.
The room was brightly lit by candlelight. He strode into it and carefully peeled off the raincoat that was wrapped around her. Fortunately, she didn't get very wet.
Throwing her rain-soaked robe on the floor, Barcas carefully laid her down on a neatly arranged sheet.
At that moment, a slender forearm wrapped around his neck. As he tried to stand up, Barcas's lips burst into a new heavy breath. A cracked voice tickled her lips.
“Don’t go. It’s cold.”
"...My clothes are wet."
"Then take it off quickly."
She looked up at him with her eyes half-closed. Soft, flushed fingers swept the wet hair from his forehead.
In an instant, his heart beat against his ribs heavily.
He looked down at her inviting lips as if nailed, then turned his head to the side. Then he tried to release her arm, but her hot lips covered him.
The touch of a small tongue squeezing through the crack made him fall helplessly.
Barcas immediately wrapped his arms around the back of her head and induced a deeper kiss.
The tip of the tongue, which melted like honey, smelled of pale herbs. He sucked it relentlessly and hugged her small, delicate body tightly. The water that seeped from the hem of his clothes quickly moved to the hem of her dress.
The wet silk clung to her smooth skin, revealing her elegant and flowing curves without concealment. Sliding her fingers along the elaborate line, Thalia muttered in a hoarse voice, slightly parting her lips.
"I'm soaked too."
Then she put her finger under his tunic and gently touched his tight abs.
At that moment, his vision was blurred, and his desire soared. Barcas gritted his teeth and grabbed her wrist.
"Don't touch it carelessly."
Then, a dissatisfied look immediately flew in.
"Why?"
He frowned, not understanding what she was asking.
She continued in a heartbroken tone, just like when she was a child, when she had embarrassed him with all sorts of forces.
"You touch my body as you please. Why do you stop me every time I try to touch you?"
He looked down at her retorted face with narrow eyes.
Are you asking because you really don't know?
This woman scatters temptations everywhere, as if she was provocative, but sometimes she acts as if she knew nothing about men. Barcas let out a long breath.
"It's because I can't stand it when you touch my body."
When he confessed in a blunt tone, her pointed eyes turned into a whirlwind.
She slowly lowered her gaze. Only then did he notice his heavy heat, and his cheeks turned red.
"If you can't stand it... You have to put up with it."
Thalia lifted his tunic up and smiled faintly, touching his tight lower back muscles with her fingertips.
Barcas swallowed his dry saliva.
He felt like his body was about to burst with the desire to respond to her temptation. However, he could not risk this woman's life and make another reckless gamble.
He mustered all his patience to pull himself away from her.
"...First of all, I think it's better to change clothes."
"What are you doing?"
She sat up and glared at him with provocative eyes.
"You can just take it off."
At the blatant request, the faint smile that had barely hung on her lips faded.
Barcas looked at her cold face with a tense gaze.
He didn't have much time because of the marauders, pagans, and the damn beast's Interference, but he still shared sweet caresses and kisses with her whenever he had the chance.
If he revealed that he didn't want a child, it would all fade away like a mirage, so he couldn't easily say it. But that didn't mean he couldn't push her away with obvious excuses forever.
He roughly scraped up his dripping hair and let out a heavy, sinking voice.
"I don't want to burden your body."
"What does that mean?"
She asked back in a squeaky voice.
Seeing that her eyes, which were filled with warmth, cooled down, Barcas tightened his mouth with a sense of defeat. He spat out somewhat impatiently
"It means that I want to avoid the danger of Your Highness having a child."
Blood flowed from her face in an instant.
"You too... Do you think I won't be able to have children?"
Barcas's eyes froze in an instant.
"Who said that to Your Highness?"
"It doesn't matter who said it! You think the same way after all!"
The woman who was glaring at him with resentful eyes said in a trembling voice.
"Do you think I can't leave a proper heir? That's why you reject me. Then just say that. Why make people expect it? Do you feel sorry for me?"
Barcas, who had been looking down at her with a stiff face, bent down in front of the bed. Then he grabbed her thinly trembling shoulders and swallowed her lips as she spat out absurd words.
The woman, who looked surprised for a moment, pushed him roughly.
Ignoring it, he wrapped his arms around the slender nape of her neck and thrust his tongue into her mouth, trembling with crying.
Soon after, the hand that was slamming his chest clung to the hem of his wet clothes like glue.
He pulled her waist so that her whole body was tightly pressed. Then he put his lips to the corner of her red ear and said with great force, one letter at a time.
"Do you think this happens because of sympathy?"
She glared at him with her mouth closed and red, bloodshot eyes.
He kissed the corner of her eyes and continued to speak comfortingly.
"In the Sheerkan family, there are two other people who will succeed me. There is no need for Your Highness to give birth to an heir even if your health is deteriorating."
"...But I want to have a child again."
She muttered in a voice full of eagerness.
"Thanks to Tiuran, I've been a lot healthier over the years. I'm confident that I'll give birth really well this time."
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