Philip, who had locked the door, gave me a small pill wrapped in silk.

“If you take this and go to sleep, you’ll feel much better.”

“Is this the fatigue recovery medicine the Vermilion Priest gave?”

“Yes.”

I’ve seen it somewhere before, and sure enough, it was the same.

There was no reason to refuse when he was offering something good. After putting the fatigue recovery medicine in a cup, I asked Philip.

“And you?”

“I only have one. I’m fine because I have good stamina.”

I handed Philip a cup of water with the fatigue recovery medicine in it.

“Ellen?”

“Let’s drink it together.”

“It might be better if you drink it alone.”

What is he talking about…

Just smiling, I drank my share of water first. The refreshing sensation lingered.

“It’s okay. Let’s share.”

Despite his repeated persuasion, Philip took the water I offered and drank it. Then he pointed to the ceiling and pulled a string hanging on one side of the wall, revealing the circular dome like opening, showing the night sky.

“Even so, it can give a bit of an outdoor feel.”

Every word and action of his conveyed one thing, making my face inexplicably warm.

“Did you plan to be like this from the beginning when you asked me to come here with a letter?”

“Oh, back then?”

Philip smiled gently.

“I planned to discuss business without any prying eyes and confess my feelings. However, the business was excellently managed by Lady, and I felt I had nothing special to do… Wait, is Philip admitting it now?”

“Do you really think so?”

“Since it was conveyed to the king, isn’t it obvious that business is not my recognized area? I was really surprised.”

Feeling the genuine compliment, my mood improved.

“So now the purpose of this place has changed.”

Philip, who pulled my waist, laid me down on the bed. He looked down at me with his arms trapping me between them.

In his wolf-like gaze, deep affection and desire were evident.

“Since I said I would wait with special feelings.”

“That, that’s right.”

As I agreed, I had another question. He mentioned changing the purpose of this room when he entered the party.

“It’s only been a few hours since then, and you changed the purpose of this room in the meantime? You were in the party too; is that possible?”

Only now did Philip, who looked around, laugh awkwardly.

“Oh, it’s not like the interior has changed much.”

“What?”

“It’s just that the purpose changed in my mind.”

Philip, who kissed me, smiled gently.

“Right now, we’re having a cozy conversation in bed, but originally, I planned to have a conversation in those rocking chairs.”

Philip softly brushed my hair and face.

“Ellen, there’s a lot of conversation I need to have with you.”

Philip’s touch, which went down my neck, slowly stroked my collarbone. Then he started untying the knots of my well-tied dress, hidden from view.
Philip kissed my skin as it gradually revealed itself. It lessened the emptiness that arises when touched by the air, giving me a peculiar sensation.

Due to that, I couldn’t hide the swelling feelings within me.

Philip held a rose. He gently brushed the exposed skin with soft petals. A cool and strange feeling arose.

At the same time, his shirt buttons began to slowly come undone.

Every time my gaze reached his firmly sculpted muscles, and every time the rose petals touched my skin, it felt like the body’s hair stood up, creating a fuzzy sensation.

Soon, he stood in front of me in his original form.

Although I had laid with him several times, this time felt a bit different.

Tension and anticipation sent shivers through me. Simultaneously, I wanted to swallow his breath.

“What conversation should we start with?”

I asked Philip straightforwardly, slightly squeezing his night-sky-like hair as if seducing him.

“Any conversation you want.”

Philip’s violet eyes were incredibly deep.

“Probably now.”

Approaching as if he had been waiting, he whispered love to me.

Then we began to share breath and sensation, lingering together.

“Philip.”

I reached out, cupping his face.

“Ellen.”

Philip gently enveloped my hand, smiling with his eyes.

Novel, Original.

It didn’t seem to matter anymore.

His emotions were felt, and his truth approached.

I love you. I love you.

A confession of the heart that seemed to flow gently with tears.

There was no need to say who went first.

We slowly embraced each other. Even in small acts, pleasure rushed in.

A different elegance and beautiful ecstasy than the intensity obtained by surrendering to desire.

The irresistibly happy smile couldn’t be hidden.

The king, returning to the room, personally lit the rainbow-colored candle left on the table. It was the same candle burned yesterday.

The rosemary scent filled the king’s bedroom.

Feeling the tension and stress dissipating, the king comfortably leaned back on the sofa.

Looking into the empty space with lifeless eyes, the king recalled what happened last night.

He sat facing Mavrolo. There was no particular conversation, but the king had no intention of forcing words onto his son.