Let’s revisit the structure of the mansions of the Parzad Empire nobles. The largest room is typically used by the head of the family, and the newlywed’s room becomes the lady’s room.

However, Lindkoem’s Grand Duke residence, being as grand as the former kingdom’s prosperity, had a unique layout with a shared bedroom for the king and queen. Although Casar had been using the room alone until now, it was time for Skaha and him, now a married couple, to sleep together every night, just like the days when the two embraced each other in the Lindkoem mansion a few years ago.

While it felt like a distant tale from the past, the atmosphere in the bedroom, filled with a champagne bottle, a simple dessert, subtle lighting, and fragrances with overt intentions, made it challenging for Skaha to focus.

It was the ‘first night’ with a man she had already intimately shared her body with. Of course, given that he hadn’t touched her from the month before pregnancy until full recovery post-childbirth, or even beyond that, Skaha couldn’t predict how today would turn out…

Dressed in a vibrant silk slip, reminiscent of the intense one she wore a few years ago in Lindkoem, Skaha found it difficult to endure such attire today. It was unfamiliar to her to wait for her husband while wearing a slip revealing her body so clearly.

Skaha picked up the gown placed on a nearby table near the bed as she surveyed the common bedroom. Perhaps it was prepared for tomorrow morning.

“Since I’ll be taking it off anyway, why bother tying it so carefully, my lady.”

Skaha, tying the sash of the gown, turned her gaze to where the voice came from.

A man had walked out from the corridor leading to the king’s room, barely covering himself with a loosely worn gown. Even in that precarious state, his well-balanced muscular upper body was prominently displayed. Skaha quickly averted her gaze.

“Didn’t expect you to do this…”

Having heard the doctor’s words that their relationship had recovered enough for marital relations, Skaha had expected Casar to express his love sooner. But even during this time, Casar did not approach Skaha.

Most couples, unless obligated by the duty of succession, tend not to engage in marital intimacy after childbirth. Skaha wasn’t particularly upset since she knew Casar loved her.

As she contemplated, a man crossed the bedroom and embraced Skaha from behind.

“You’re saying cruel things to the husband who has been waiting all day.”

Skaha involuntarily shrank as the hot breath reached the nape of her neck. It was a strange sensation, as the heat seemed to rise from deeper places despite the point of contact being her neck.

Especially after the vow kiss, calling him ‘husband’ and being respectfully addressed by Casar brought back memories of their time in Isknark and made her feel embarrassed in the presence of a completely unfamiliar nobleman.

“Um… Are you going to continue using polite language?”

“Do you dislike it?”

Skaha lowered her head.

“I like it because it feels like I’ve truly become your wife.”
In response to Skaha’s answer, he chuckled and swiftly embraced her.

“I’m glad to be your real husband too.”

Despite knowing that they had no one but each other, the two mixed their heated breaths while saying so.

The words about enduring were sincere.

Every time he saw her full lips, the delicate neck that seemed like it could be broken with one hand, and the smooth shoulders and alluring curves, he wanted to entangle himself with her messily.

However, after the doctor’s warning to be cautious about intense relations that could reopen recently healed wounds, Casar had been abstinent for a while.

It was expected, considering Skaha, who had been reluctant to accept him even with a healthy body. Holding a woman who could turn people away with just a hug while maintaining rational control was impossible.

Feeling the strain on the bonds of rationality that had been barely holding on to the woman who had claimed not to have expected to avoid the first night, Skaha convulsed beneath him with passionate kisses that seemed to devour her, unlike the refreshing kisses shared during the day.

The transparent slip, which served no purpose as sleepwear, revealed her body unabashedly.

The hazy moonlight through the open curtains and the subtle light left on the living room table settled on Skaha’s wet body. A sensual feeling crept under the gown left unadorned.

If there had been leisure, Casar might have teased Skaha and cherished her more, but he had no such luxury now.

“…Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop if there’s still rationality left.”

She was warm, soft, and fragrant. Even if all the flowers of every season were gathered to create a person, they still wouldn’t be as fragrant as Skaha.

Every time her waist was lifted, Skaha, who had been moaning with a mix of screams, reached out and hugged his neck.

“Just, just a bit slower…”

Responding to the strenuous request with trembling legs, he embraced her, releasing a sigh. Somehow, hearing her voice seemed to excite him even more.

“…?”