The tolling of a bell finally reached Serena’s ears as she waited anxiously.
Her hesitant steps ceased, and she heard the door beyond the chamber open. Soon, Lucas’s approach to the door was palpable.
“Serena.”
Lucas knocked twice, out of courtesy, before opening the bedroom door. He then momentarily lost his words at the rather absurd scene before him.
“May I ask… what you’re doing right now?”
For a bride on her wedding night, only a translucent white sheet had been provided.
However, Serena had devised several measures while pondering before Lucas arrived. One of those was to wrap herself in the sheet.
“They didn’t even provide a robe due to palace protocol, despite this cold night.”
Upon seeing Serena’s calm and brazen reaction, Lucas sensed his own plan would not be so easy.
“It’s still autumn, isn’t it? There’s even a fireplace…”
“I’m cold.”
Unable to overcome her awkwardness, Serena swiftly turned and sat on the bed. The thought of being alone with Lucas in the bedroom at this late hour made her uncomfortable, making her cheeks flush.
“Right, I feel cold too.”
But Serena wasn’t the only brazen one. Lucas sat beside her on the bed and sidled up to her as closely as possible.
“Our agreement still stands, right?”
His blue eyes questioned her intently.
“Regrettably, yes.”
If he were a man ignorant of honor, he would have easily broken his promise. But Lucas was more interested in winning Serena’s heart than her body.
“Are you tired? There is a sofa in the bedroom. Could you sleep there tonight?”
There indeed was a sofa, but it was far too small to accommodate Lucas’s frame.
“I’d have to fold myself in half for that to be possible.”
“Shall I fold you, then?”
Serena’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
“I promised to keep my word. I can spare half of the bed for you.”
Lucas exhaled a long sigh.
“Today was a really exhausting day for me as well.”
Serena agreed. She had managed to rest during the day, while he had just returned from entertaining guests at a feast.
She felt a slight pang of guilt, as she should have been there to help share the burden.
“Of course, if I could be by your side, there’s a lot more I’d be willing to do.”
How had the boy who used to glare at her six years ago grown up to be such a brazen man?
“But you, Your Majesty, are a man of honor.”
Serena drew a line, seemingly lifting him up on a pedestal. However, Lucas unfazedly grasped the blanket that wrapped her and clenched it tightly.
“Your Majesty?”
“Holding hands is permitted.”
By his standards, it was a legitimate request.
“And I can interpret that a slight kiss on the forehead and lips is also allowed.”
“By whose standards?”
“We did that much in front of countless guests at the wedding. I am doing my utmost to keep my promise to you; you can permit me this much.”
He was unusually eloquent when it came to this.
“Besides, there’s something else we have to do tonight.”
“Nothing of that sort.”
Serena cut him off, but Lucas nonchalantly took off the ring from her ring finger.
Could it be? He gave and now he’s taking back? Despite Serena’s bewildered eyes, Lucas stood before her.
“A wedding ring has a meaning of guardianship. It promises to protect our wedding vows and the precious bride.”
Seeing Serena clutch her wrapped sheet tighter, Lucas gave a slight chuckle and knelt on one knee in front of her.
“Your Majesty?”
She had never heard of such a procedure. Normally, men propose by kneeling and offering a ring, but it was not expected when the woman was royalty.
Hadn’t they already exchanged rings at the wedding ceremony?
“At the wedding, I could only place the ring over your gloves.”
It was a detail Serena hadn’t considered.
“But what I really wanted to put this ring on wasn’t a glove that changes frequently, but your bare finger, just as it is now.”
Lucas didn’t particularly believe in superstitions, but when he heard the meaning of the wedding ring, he felt it was incredibly special.
Although he couldn’t remove the gloves of the bride from the royal family, when they were alone, he wanted to bestow the meaning of protection onto his wife’s finger.
“Serena.”
His voice resonated unusually low. Serena looked at the obsidian-like shining black eyes of the man kneeling in front of her without even realizing it.
“It doesn’t matter when you fully accept me…”
Lucas’s confession was always straightforward and honest. Also, it was always passionate.
“Because I can live the rest of my life considering you as my only wife.”
No matter how much Serena tried to push him away, hearing such earnest words made it hard to shake him off.
“So all you have to do is keep this ring and my heart.”
“Is that really all you wish for?”
“Of course not.”
His lips curved into a smile.
“But as an honorable man, I prefer to obtain what I want myself.”
Though Lucas had pushed this marriage aggressively, the two were already engaged. Even if he seemed rather impulsive, it was certain that he had no intention of forcing or taking Serena.
“If I could be greedy… I also want to be your only husband for the rest of my life.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
