Simonen Lindell. The Emperor’s First Knight, and now assigned as the guard of Cheyenne Palace, he was a man of proper upbringing, a rarity to behold. One might describe him as old-fashioned, but such individuals often fit well into regimented lifestyles.
Simonen’s life had always been structured, from a strict family upbringing to private school and the knight’s order. Naturally, wherever he was, he excelled. Never once had he felt bored in his studies or duties.
However, a few days into his duty at Cheyenne Palace.
‘…This is dull.’
For the first time, Simonen experienced what boredom felt like.
The reason was simple. His duty was labeled as ‘escort’, but in reality, it was surveillance, and he had to follow Annet everywhere.
The problem was that Annet, despite being busy moving around, did nothing that actually required surveillance.
‘I can’t slack on surveillance, so I follow her around, but…’
It’s truly dull. Initially, Simonen thought his presence made Annet cautious.
[Mabel, has there been any change in Lady Annet’s schedule?]
In recent days, Annet shopped for clothes, strolled around the palace, enjoyed tea, and now she was holed up in the library. Piling books high enough to build a wall around her, she was engrossed in reading without leaving her spot.
‘Is this really the behavior of someone plotting something?’
Annet’s purpose in requesting him as an escort was to learn about her, but all he learned in these days was her preference for muted-colored clothes and her unexpected fondness for novels. Anyone observing this routine would question the point of surveillance.
‘This isn’t what I had in mind…’
Feeling his resolute determination waning, Simonen absentmindedly reflected on the past few days.
The day he encountered Annet. The day that decided his commitment to becoming her guard.
Yesterday, as Simonen was leaving the Central Palace, he spotted a woman with black hair walking down the corridor. The combination of her elegant attire and black hair made the conclusion simple. He approached her immediately.
“Lady Annet, this area is off-limits without His Majesty’s permission. Please return.”
The woman he faced for the first time had a peculiar face.
To call someone’s face peculiar may seem rude, but no other expression could quite capture it. Annet, the noble lady of the Martinec family, rarely seen due to her frail health since childhood, was peculiar.
Her unfathomably deep black eyes and her pale skin, still showing signs of illness.
The contrast between black and white was astonishingly static, yet captivating. It wasn’t just because she was a strikingly beautiful woman. Even if her face was covered, the impression wouldn’t have been much different.
There was something about her that evoked death.
The moment he realized this, the inscrutable black eyes rolled and settled on Simonen.
Her face was expressionless, but for some reason, Simonen felt she was smiling.
“Do you know me?”
It was really strange. And thus, even more displeasing.
A person who brings death to mind. Simonen now found her suspicious.
So much so, he forgot to answer her question. It wasn’t a long gap.
“Answer.”
“…Yes?”
“Did you know me? I’m seeing you for the first time.”
Her gaze, almost reprimanding, metallic, directed at Simonen.
Only then did Simonen realize he had forgotten her question. He quickly responded.
“Of course, I know you. How many noblewomen with black hair could there be in the palace?”
“I don’t know. Today is my first time stepping out into the palace.”
Annet’s response was so nonchalant it bordered on cheeky, causing Simonen’s brows to furrow.
“Annet Martinec.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s not my name. How rude of you.”
“Impossible, you must be…”
Confused, Simonen’s eyes rapidly scanned the woman. She matched the description of ‘Annet Martinec’ in every way. However, what mattered wasn’t her appearance.
“Just because I have black hair, you presumed I was Annet Martinec without asking anything. Let’s settle this rudeness with your name.”
“Are you really not Lady Martinec?”
“Does the first code of knightly conduct mention being presumptuous?”
Her calm retort left Simonen flustered.
He bowed politely.
“Please forgive my rudeness. I am Simonen Lindell, the Emperor’s First Knight and his guard.”
However, when he straightened, his eyes were filled with more hostility than before.
“But, letting unauthorized people into the palace is prohibited. May I know your identity?”
“Cheyenne Palace.”
The woman replied smoothly and smiled radiantly.
“Call me Lowell.”
At that moment, Simonen’s expression soured. He realized he had been tricked.
“Did you just lie to me?”
“I didn’t lie.”
Of course, she was innocent. Nobody would believe her, though.
“I was simply curious about the name of the knight who ordered me around so rudely.”
“That’s no excuse. Why were you curious about my name?”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
