Men of the Harem (137 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 618

The atmosphere, previously as soft and gentle as freshly fallen snow, instantly turned slushy like melting ice. La Til stared awkwardly at Ranamun. Even the soup aroma that had tempted her hunger earlier now felt utterly unappealing.

La Til set down her fork and asked cautiously,

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

La Til absentmindedly scratched the back of her hand and wrist. Saying yes felt wrong—it sounded like a lie and made her feel like she’d lost—yet saying no felt awkward too.

After repeatedly rubbing her hand, La Til finally managed to speak.

“Ranamun. Sarnet is my knight. We’re bound together by fate.”

“Your Majesty has overturned and forged new destinies before. There’s no need to obediently accept only this one fate with him.”

“You’re usually quiet, yet you argue well…”

“I’m not suggesting you push Sir Sarnet away. I’m saying it’s unwise to keep him by your side like a consort.”

La Til clasped her hands tightly together and stared past Ranamun’s shoulder at the bed. The white canopy, half-torn from La Til’s frantic grip the previous night, suddenly looked pitiful.

“You seem displeased.”

When La Til didn’t respond, Ranamun’s voice grew noticeably colder.

Frowning, La Til picked up her fork again and poked at her salad. Then, flaring up, she snapped,

“Sarnet loves me. He didn’t become a consort due to circumstances—he genuinely loves me. From long, long ago. He’s always protected me from behind. Sarnet and I are bound to live or die together. I don’t see what’s wrong with keeping him close.”

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