The pitch-black darkness, which seemed like it would never come, descended, and it was a quiet night with a sparkling Milky Way flowing.
It was so quiet that the small chirping birds of insomnia, unable to sleep sometimes, could be heard splashing water from a decorative basin, flapping their wings.
Latifa, lying on a long sofa, had been deeply immersed in the sweet moment for a long time, burying her head on Hades’ thigh, and Hades was circling her hair with his fingers, seeking the sleep that eluded him.
She didn’t have an exceptionally beautiful face, but there was something about her that made it impossible to look away.
Whether she was homesick enough to want to waltz as a wish, it was hard to tell. But now, she had no homeland.
Maybe she was happily waltzing somewhere, speaking strange imperial language about “waltz” or “step.”
“Was it a wish?”
Was she homesick enough to wish to waltz? However, her homeland was no more.
Whatever she did in the empire, if she were Latifa, she probably would have found a good husband.
A young man with a suitable height for dancing waltz with Latifa, a gentle grip on her hands, courteous speech, and probably a kind-hearted youth who liked animals as she did.
But it was he who twisted that.
“……That, too, is a fate guided by countless grains of sand. If you want to blame someone, blame those deities.”
As Hades was about to resign himself to that, an inner voice echoed in his mind.
[No, no. Hades, the ‘real’ reason the empire collapsed is your fault.]“…….”
[Well, it doesn’t matter now. She’s just an ordinary woman, and she’s in your hands now. Or is she really in your hands? Shouldn’t you hold her more tightly?]The voice, heard like a hallucination during the insomnia that started around this time every year, was extremely irritating.
If she knew that their plans for the empire’s collapse had been foreseen for several years, what expression would she have?
Hades touched her soft lips a couple of times with his fingers, remembering those lips that sparkled while speaking strange imperial words about waltz and step.
“……Even that is a connection led by countless grains of sand. If you want to blame someone, blame those deities.”
As Hades tried to resign himself, the inner voice spoke again.
[No, no. Hades, the ‘real’ reason the empire collapsed is your fault.]“…….Ha. Now, what does it matter? She’s just an ordinary woman, and she’s in your hands now. Or is she really in your hands? Shouldn’t you hold her more tightly?]
Today, however, sleep did not come easily for Hades after saying that.
“Better than bronze is silver, and better than silver is gold.”
Trak laughed, the water in the golden goblet rippling.
These days, Trak’s favorite saying was always on his lips.
Though it seemed like a direct warning to someone, the strangely excited tone prompted Ruhan to ask him, patting the rabbit.
“I knew that younger brother Trak was always greedy, but I didn’t know he would openly covet gold like this.”
“There’s a rumor that there’s a madman with silver wings on his mother’s skirt. Can I just stay still?”
“That gold must refer to the number of su on your mother’s skirt.”
While smiling at each other, they were exchanging words, but in the midst of a strange confrontation, the Sultan, Rashid, sitting on a thick green velvet cushion, paused reading the scroll and glanced at them.
“Luhan has a silver scorpion, and Trak has a golden cobra. Haha. It’s interesting.”
Rashid laughed, and behind him, a large green flag was hung, showing the royal emblem embroidered with a golden cobra and a silver scorpion.
“Both have poison, so they are fatal. So, before embracing them, you must think twice.”
Rashid looked at Trak instead of Ruhan, whispering quietly.
“They may have already bitten you.”
Tarek, though intelligent, was definitely slower than Ruhan, and while he easily inherited the temperament of a desert man, making him easily irritated, there was a somewhat sentimental side when it came to women.
Aris, despite being Eota’s maid, was originally a woman who was the 3rd princess of the empire, so her innate abilities were remarkable.
At the moment, Tarek found it a bit challenging to use Aris.
Of course, Rashid never thought that the two would quickly develop such a relationship, but he mentioned it.
But could it be the intuition of the Sultan and the concern of a father for his son that prompted this?
“Tarek. Have you been busy lately?”
Rashid asked Tarek with a kind smile.
“It’s nothing special, but I would appreciate it if you could help with the administrative documents related to Merkatus this year.”
If Tarek stays at the Sultan’s main palace for work-related reasons, Eota and Aris could be temporarily separated from Tarek, and Eota wouldn’t object.
“Yes?!”
But not only Tarek, even Ruhan stared wide-eyed at Rashid.
“Me, me? Or with Brother Ruhan?”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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