Episode 124. At this rate, rumors will spread that I'm a sugar daddy, Your Highness!
Meanwhile, Olivia, who checked the same newspaper page as King Leonard, realized that it was an article that would cause conflict between the king and the commoners.
Olivia glanced at Noah, who was still asleep, and quietly picked up the newspaper and headed to the study.
Before the sun had even risen, Olivia crossed the hallway and opened the study door. While the servants, who had rushed over in surprise, quickly lit a fire in the study fireplace, Olivia lit a lamp and sat at the desk.
'The link between the royal family and the commoners.'
Olivia had never for a moment forgotten the reason King Leonard had chosen her as his daughter-in-law. She quietly took out some scrapbooks and spread them out. Articles regarding the establishment of the Royal School, which had recently become a hot topic, were listed in chronological order.
After calmly reading about Princess Lucy's case, Olivia reviewed the article regarding the Royal School again.
"It feels like they are trying to sow discord between the King and the commoners."
She had a hunch that the person who kept mentioning these two incidents was the same individual. And she felt that there might be something she could do within this case.
Meanwhile, Noah, who had woken up as Olivia slipped out of his arms, sat up lazily as she quietly slipped out of the room.
"You've been busy since the morning."
Muttering in a hoarse voice, he glanced around aimlessly before slowly getting up from his seat. Then, he lightly rinsed his mouth with water and walked out of the room.
As the Prince followed the Princess out of the bedroom at the crack of dawn, the servants tidying the hallway blinked in surprise.
"Where did the Princess go?"
In response to the variation of his recent habit, "Where is the Princess?", the servants hurriedly reported her whereabouts.
"She is in the study."
“This early in the morning?”
“...”
Noah furrowed his brow slightly, then thought as he walked away. Should I open up the room next to the bedroom to move the study...?
When he arrived at the study after a leisurely walk, Olivia was deep in thought at a desk piled high with newspapers. She was so engrossed that she didn't even notice him entering.
Noah leaned against the door at an angle and looked at her.
An upright back, a smooth forehead without any distortion, black eyes sparkling intellectually, and a mouth tightly closed in concentration.
Meson offered sincere advice to him, who was buying all kinds of luxury goods for her.
"At this rate, rumors will spread that you are a sugar daddy, Your Highness."
Right. He was buying up massive treasures, just enough to be called a financier.
The thought of that elegant face bending made him feel like he could even sell the crown on his head.
However, even after presenting her with treasures that would make even a Queen envious, he could not shake the feeling that something was lacking. He did not know where this emptiness stemmed from, but that was how it was.
Noah knocked on the door for Olivia, who still hadn't noticed his presence. Olivia, who had been engrossed in reading the newspaper, finally looked up.
“Noah! Are you awake?”
Noah approached with leisurely steps and surveyed the things she was looking at.
“What are you working so hard on at this early hour?”
"I’m reading this and that, and also preparing things to teach Princess Lucy."
"Are you saying you have to start today, right away?"
"Sure."
Noah looked at Olivia with a sour expression. He realized the reason why his father had recently been preventing Lucy from leaving the palace.
It's cold outside, so why bother?
What if an accident happens like Lucy's yesterday?
However, he couldn't bring himself to stop Olivia from going to the royal palace.
“...Don’t overdo it.”
"Hmm?"
Olivia met Noah's gaze with a serious look and showed him the front page of today's newspaper.
Noah obediently took the newspaper from her and checked the front page, then frowned deeply.
“I can’t believe this... They’re even turning Lucy’s accident into a bizarre story.”
But at that moment, Olivia asked a sharp question.
“Did Ruble Party leader Harold Beam publish that article?”
Noah paused at her question, then quickly reread the article. Harold Beam's name was nowhere to be found.
“It seems Harold Beam wants to sow discord between the royal family and the commoners. That applies to the article about the Royal School as well as the article about Princess Lucy. He is the one behind it, isn't he? It looked like he had been clashing with His Majesty recently over customs issues.”
It was a surprising question. Noah looked at Olivia with a bewildered expression and asked.
"How did you figure that out?"
"I inferred it based on the newspaper."
Olivia spoke as if it were obvious about something that could never be taken for granted.
"It’s an unfair world."
Noah's murmuring made Olivia laugh. It was a smile that sparkled even more than when she received a large diamond as a gift.
"You mean that's correct?"
“Yeah, that’s right. Since the major newspapers are members of the Guild Union, Harold Beam has quite a bit of influence. But why is that?”
Olivia shrugged her shoulders and looked through the newspaper again.
"I got curious while reading it."
Noah raised his eyebrows in disbelief, walked around the desk, and approached her. As Olivia looked up in puzzlement, Noah bent down as if he had been waiting for this moment and kissed her on the lips.
He was displeased that she was busy all by herself, constantly wondering about useless things.
Seeing the sparkling black eyes from close range, Noah dug deeper into her lips and ran his fingers from Olivia's particularly sensitive earlobe to the nape of her neck.
Then, as he gently stroked the collarbone visible through the slipping gown, Olivia flinched.
“Why is my consort so busy all by herself?”
“Ha... What am I so busy doing all by myself...? You’re busy too.”
“Should I not be busy? Shall we go to Hamuel instead? I’ll go to that Cosmos Hill with you this time.”
The voice flowing from between their pressed lips was sensual.
As her dark eyes clouded over, Noah's stomach churned. As a tingling sensation spread from his lower abdomen to his lower back, he lifted Olivia and sat her on the desk.
Noah carefully stroked the swollen mound that was barely visible through the gown and whispered into her ear.
“Just say the word. If you just say it, I can leave everything behind and go with you to Hamuel.”
No, I really wish that were the case.
Olivia met his green eyes, tangled with sensuality and possessiveness. In moments like this, he acted as if she were the only light in the world. It had been a very long time since she had failed to keep an agreed-upon time.
Olivia raised her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and laughed. Then Noah curled up one side of his lips and muttered.
"I'm seriously going crazy this morning."
The name of his ancestor, who had been deposed for his insatiable lust, flashed through his mind. There was no doubt that the blood of the deposed King flowed in his veins.
Noah kissed Olivia's lips again, thinking it was a relief that he wasn't the King.
His lips slid from her lower lip to her chin, brushed against the hollow of her collarbone, and flowed downward. Noah, supporting Olivia's back as she was about to collapse with his strong arms, leaned diagonally over her and whispered in a seductive, sultry voice.
“Say it, Liv. Let’s leave everything behind and go to Hamuel.”
He kept thinking about those few days in that place where he did nothing. A time free from day and night, from conventional wisdom and customs. He feels like he could stay there all winter long.
Olivia's breathing, slowly growing rougher, sounded nothing but sweet. Noah tucked in his chin like a beast pouncing on its prey and looked up at her.
Noah Astrid was reflected in the black eyes that met. He, who had belonged nowhere, had somehow come to belong to Olivia.
"Noah."
At the whispering voice, his reason eventually vanished.
Noah burrowed into Olivia ferociously. It was a moment when her warm, soft embrace, the touch of her hands clinging to him desperately, and her voice trembling with pleasure felt like the very reason for his life.
The boredom that had suddenly arrived without warning and slowly chewed and swallowed Noah began to slowly fall away from him. The stagnant season finally began to flow, and vitality finally returned to a life where he would not have felt regret if he had died at any moment.
“Olivia...”
Olivia's heart trembled at the sight of the man who seemed the most perfect in the world, crumbling under the weight of lust. The low voice articulated her name, giving her a sense of exhilaration as if she had everything in the world.
She desperately hoped that she herself was not the only heavy responsibility resting on his two shoulders...
Her heart tingled. There was something he really wanted to say.
"It's..."
But why is it so difficult to utter those words? They just got stuck in the pit of her stomach and simply wouldn't come out of her mouth.
The desk rattled and shook as the movements became more violent. The words held back at the pit of her stomach scattered amidst the intense tremor that shook her brain.
“Ah, Liv...”
The pleasure soared toward the climax, and the two reached the climax at the same time.
At the sheer climax, the two collapsed, entangled together like the rubble of a crumbled castle wall. Olivia hugged his back and gasped for breath, languid.
And a moment later, having regained her composure, Olivia looked at the messy desk with embarrassment and muttered.
"I don't think it's on the desk."
Even the shameless Noah kept his mouth shut this time.
This was because dozens of newspapers and her scrapbooks were all jumbled together.
Olivia was a sincere and responsible person.
Noah let out a short sigh as he watched Olivia's carriage drive away. Just moments ago, she was rolling around with him, immersed in pleasure, but as soon as the time came, she slipped away from the pleasure on her own as if nothing had happened.
Saying, "I have to take care of it now!"
She must have just brushed off his suggestion to go to Hamuel.
Noah aimlessly scanned the mansion. Although people no longer called it a mansion but a Prince's palace, Noah still felt as though something was missing.
"Should I make another fountain?"
Upon hearing the Prince's muttering, the servants flinched and looked at him in fear.
“No... what more do you intend to decorate here...”
Fortunately, someone's murmuring did not reach the Prince's ears.
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