The night they welcome after the wedding ceremony.

In a widely accepted sense, it was certainly not a wrong statement.

“Khalid.”

“Yeah.”

Looking at Khalid, who quietly responded to my call, Belia smiled.

Then, after grasping his hand that was holding her, without a hint of hesitation, she forcefully removed Khalid’s hand after intertwining it with hers.

“Don’t play tricks.”

With a pretty smile, Belia threw a sarcastic remark, and Khalid burst into laughter, pulling her tightly into his arms. The sound of his heartbeat, pounding, could be felt against her face, which was touching his chest.

“Haha. Seriously…”

Khalid placed his chin on Belia’s head and said, “But, Belia. We need to talk.”

Khalid’s low voice, filled with laughter, resonated in her head.

“This isn’t playing tricks…”

Khalid slightly lowered his head and whispered in Belia’s ear.

“It’s seducing you.”

His voice, sensuous enough to make her waist tremble, stimulated her nerves to the core.

Belia bit her lip and closed her eyes.

“Let’s go in.”

Khalid let go of Belia, holding her hand.

“But…”

“Hush.”

He said as he took brisk steps.

“Traditionally, the groom and bride should vacate the place in advance. Even if we disappear, no one will find it strange, right?”

Although Khalid said so, Belia was bothered by the disappearing banquet hall.

However, Khalid stopped momentarily, turned towards her, and said, “For now, pay more attention to me than them.”

He quickened his pace as if feeling impatient.

The distance from the banquet hall to the imperial palace was not far.

‘Darn it…’

Gradually, the composure disappeared from Khalid’s expression.

He thought about rushing into an empty room here, but it was certain that Belia wouldn’t like that. Khalid boldly erased that choice.

In the paused time, Khalid, who had just been living day by day, met Belia and learned the colors of the world. It must have been when he held her hand, choosing him.

Even in this desolate palace, everything was enjoyable. Life had gained vitality.

All of it was thanks to Belia.

“I’ve been waiting for this day only.”

He wanted to compensate for the time he endured to possess her perfectly.

And that night was tonight.

He would fully embrace her.

“Ugh…”

As soon as they entered the room, Khalid urgently sought Belia’s lips.

There was no time to catch a breath.

“Wait, a moment…”

Belia tried to push Khalid away. However, she didn’t budge at all.

Khalid kissed her while holding Belia’s nape with one hand and, with the other hand, unbuttoned the back buttons.

Fortunately, the dress she wore for the feast was not like a wedding dress, so there were no layers of undergarments.

‘Ugh. I can’t tear everything off.’

As much as he wanted to rip everything off, he couldn’t.

“Phew…”

Khalid took a deep breath to calm himself.

Gently. Gently…

He repeatedly made that sound, not stopping his hand movements.

Thump.

Finally, Belia’s outer garment fell to the floor.

The sound of the clothes hitting the floor was louder than usual.

Belia wanted to pause the escalating atmosphere for a moment.

Her entire body was already reddened from the rising heat. If she got swept away by the atmosphere, it would be even harder to hold onto reason.

However, her back was against the wall, and Khalid was steadfastly holding on in front of her.

Although Belia lifted her tiptoes to kiss him, it was now at its limit.

Usually, Khalid would hold her waist, but…
Now, solely relying on her strength, Belia was trembling as she stood, her legs wobbling, while Khalid was busy unbuttoning with his hands.

“Is it difficult?”

Khalid, noticing that, stopped his hands that were moving swiftly.

Belia nodded slightly.

At that moment, he lightly touched and kissed her lips, then lifted her into his arms.

Khalid approached the bed and gently laid Belia down. The touch of his hand placing her on the bed was very tender.

His hand passed from her forehead to her cheek, carefully touching her reddened lips.

“In the Kingdom of Ronika, they recite a declaration during weddings, right?”

Belia, receiving his touch that was somewhat intrusive, blinked her eyes at his sudden mention. Why bring up this topic out of the blue?

It was a bizarre story that left her bewildered.

As she gazed at Khalid, who was staring into her violet eyes that appeared and disappeared beneath her eyelids, he lowered his face again, kissing her cheek and lips softly.

“I heard that the marriage customs between the Empire and Ronika are different. It’s a bit regrettable.”

“…It’s okay. Ugh.”

Before Belia could finish her response, Khalid kissed her intensely, leaving a red mark on her neck.

His actions were as persistent as marking territory.

Khalid, satisfied with the reddish marks, raised the corners of his mouth slyly.

Meanwhile, he also undid another of her garments.

“Belia.”

At the sound of him calling her name, Belia opened her eyes and looked at him.

“After today, things will truly become irreversible.”

Originally, she hadn’t thought about it at all.