It had always been she who tried to please him, and he who disregarded her efforts and did not care.

It was a truly unfamiliar sight for the emperor to humble himself so.

Neatly organizing the pollen that was freely bursting from his body, Karaf settled down beside Asha.

Asha turned around with an anxious face and asked.

“……But why are you lying down next to me?”

Karaf propped his face up with one arm and looked sideways, cheekily asking.

“Then this is my bed, shall I, the emperor, sleep on the floor?”

“…….”

Asha closed her eyes in embarrassment.

Karaf laughed softly.

“I won’t do anything, so rest assured and sleep. The bed is wide enough that if we’re careful, our bodies won’t… touch……”

For some reason, his voice seemed to grow softer and sadder as he spoke.

Asha asked stiffly.

“Do you have any sleep habits? I can’t sleep in the same room with someone who has them.”

“Oh dear, how picky.”

“I’m not officially Banetssa yet. This is my first time in this situation, so I’m very embarrassed. Please understand.”

Feeling confident that she was in control, Asha pressed harder.

This would never have happened in her previous life.

But when she emphasized again that it was ‘the first time,’ Karaf flinched.

He soon sighed softly behind her.

“……I might scream unknowingly if I have a nightmare, but if you wish, I’ll lie still as if dead.”

“Then please do so.”

Asha spoke firmly, but somehow, she found the situation slightly funny, and a smile crept to her lips.

Time passed, and soon the room was filled with Asha’s steady breathing.

But Karaf was awake, his eyes wide open in the dark.

He, who normally suffered from chronic insomnia, was even more restless tonight, especially since the woman he liked was lying next to him in her nightgown.

‘Did I drink too much…….’

Normally when one drinks a lot, they should pass out, but for some reason, he felt more awake.

Karaf quietly got up to drink the tea Asha had given him, but his gaze naturally turned to Asha, who was fast asleep beside him.

Her golden hair was scattered like waves on the white pillow, and a fragrant scent wafted from her body.

Karaf suddenly felt a surge of desire and blushed, scowling.

‘Ugh…… I’m really not in my right mind.’

He got up from the bed and gulped down the cold tea.

Still, his eyes kept darting towards Asha.

‘Why does the butterfly smell more fragrant than the flower…….’

Did she, who said that she smelled of roses, really know what scent came from her body?

Suddenly, he glimpsed her skin between her white nightgown dress.
Living in a cold region, his skin was as white as snow.

Though slender, perhaps due to living as a hunter, his body was smooth without any flab, and his skin gleamed with a healthy luster.

Karaf felt a desire to bury his face in her fragrant neck, and again, he was taken aback and did so.

He quickly shook his head and hurriedly pulled the quilt up to Asha’s neck, then headed toward the sofa.

He had often fallen asleep on the sofa after working late, but this was the first time the Emperor himself had willingly slept on the sofa for someone else’s sake.

Suddenly feeling a rush of blood and a hardening sensation, Karaf opened the blanket and looked down, sighing in disbelief.

“What’s this… getting excited all by yourself at this time of night…”

He forcibly calmed his excitement, covered himself up to the shoulders with the blanket, and turned to lie on his side, but he couldn’t fall asleep for quite some time.

‘I really have to hold the wedding ceremony soon…’

His sigh mingled quietly with Asha’s gentle breathing.

(This is a time separator.)

As dawn broke, a servant suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from his place.

“Ththe horse…!”

He hurried to find another stable servant, and he incoherently told him what he had seen.

“You say the horse turned into a person and attacked you?”

Looking at him, who had appeared suddenly and woken him up in the middle of the night, the other servant gazed at him with a pitiful and displeased eye.

“You must have seen it wrong because you were drunk. Why were you drinking so much at this time of dawn?”

That servant’s face was flushed from face to neck, and the smell of alcohol was strongly emanating from his body.

“I didn’t drink!”

“Funny. You look like that and you want me to believe you?”

“Ah, whatever, my words are true! I’ll show you right now! This is a serious matter that I have to report to His Majesty!”

“Ah, annoying, really! Don’t you know that today is the first time His Majesty and Lady Vanessa are getting married? Don’t ruin the good atmosphere with unnecessary noise! Unless you want your life to be in danger.”

At those words, the servant’s flushed face turned white in an instant.

“Just let it not be true. You will die by my hand.”

The male servant followed him, reluctantly putting on his coat.

The two came to the room where Jackal was.

When they shone a lamp inside, they saw a gray horse leaning against the wall, dozing off.

Around it were bottles of alcohol that seemed to have been consumed by the servant.

As he glared, the servant started making a fuss.

“Wake it up! That, it’s definitely a person!”

As the memory before he fainted came to him, he seemed scared and hid behind the man.

Then, Jackal slowly opened its eyes and looked at them.

The servant swallowed his saliva.