On the surface, he maintained a composed face, but his eyes betrayed an unmistakable worry.
Din and Martin, finding it difficult to meet his gaze directly, bowed their heads and spoke with a sense of despair.
“It’s difficult to be optimistic. There’s a severe shortage of medicines and bandages… And above all, he barely gets any rest.”
Aslan then realized why Yorgos had summoned him today.
It was to inform him about the situation in the north, which had been kept silent until now, and to hint that it was time for him to return to Kalati.
“Damn it.”
Unable to contain himself, Aslan muttered a curse under his breath, clenching his teeth.
Din and Martin added with anxious faces.
“Prince, you must return.”
“We need someone who can stand firmly even in the midst of a snowstorm to unite us.”
Din and Martin chose their words carefully, but Aslan easily understood the hidden meaning.
It meant his father could no longer play the role of the focal point for the northern knights, indicating a serious illness.
Even if Aslan was inexperienced, to the people of Kalati, he was an inevitable source of strength and stability as the only legitimate heir.
For the past three years, he may have been in the royal palace, but Aslan had hunted the beasts that appeared on the northern plains with his father, Wayne Kalati, since the first winter began.
Moreover, being a natural talent in tactics and martial arts, a few years’ gap was not a problem for him.
“The winter is moving further south. Without the south’s support, we will reach our limit.”
Din and Martin would leave the royal palace in five days.
In the meantime, Yorgos would hold meetings with his advisors about how much support to give to the north.
But Aslan knew it was just a way to buy time.
‘Without a strong enough reason, it’s hard to change their decision.’
He took a deep breath.
Glancing at Din and Martin, who looked at him with earnest eyes, Aslan slightly avoided their gaze and nodded.
“I understand the situation.”
He knew the urgency but hadn’t yet exhausted his efforts here.
So, he would also wait for the next five days.
‘It’s almost time.’
Soon, Hestia’s late debutante ball would take place in the royal palace.
Normally, those belonging to the temple don’t participate in such events.
However, Hestia, being both a saintess and a princess, occasionally appeared in social gatherings. It was decided that it was appropriate for her to have a debutante ball, even if late.
‘When I first heard about it, I was a bit upset that I couldn’t be her partner… but with the situation as it is, it’s probably for the best.’
Naturally, she, the star of the debutante ball, had to attend, but he was sure she would slip away in the middle of the banquet to see him.
Aslan planned to seize the opportunity then.
‘She will listen to my story.’
There was something between them, built over the time they had known each other. He was certain she would help him.
Aslan had this belief.
After making a brief appearance at Hestia’s debutante ball and returning to his quarters, Aslan waited for her to visit.
As expected, at the height of the party, she slipped away and came alone to Aslan’s palace.
“Aslan.”
It was a bright moonlit night.
Though it was dark all around, Aslan, with his better-than-average eyesight, saw everything about her clearly.
Her cheeks were flushed, perhaps having had a sip of wine.
Dressed unusually in a pretty dress, she approached him with light, butterfly-like steps, unlike her usual self.
Aslan found it hard to look away from Hestia, who was coming towards him, especially since she was approaching solely for him.
But the news of his father’s critical condition kept coming to mind, suppressing his feelings.
Aslan tried to lift the corners of his lips.
He had planned to first congratulate her on reaching adulthood and compliment her on her beauty today.
But contrary to his plan, he greeted her with a stiff face, unable to say anything.
Hestia, who had come close, noticed Aslan’s rigid expression and looked worried.
“Is something wrong? Why do you look so upset?”
She reached out her delicate hand towards Aslan’s face.
But before her fingertips could touch his cheek, he turned his head away, avoiding her touch.
“Aslan?”
“…I have a favor to ask.”
He spoke in a choked voice.
“A favor? …From me?”
Hestia asked, her face genuinely surprised.
Aslan’s large frame suddenly crumbled.
As he knelt before her, Hestia raised her voice in alarm.
“Aslan! Why are you doing this suddenly?”
Hestia, trying to get him to stand up, hurriedly grasped his arms with both hands. But, as expected, Aslan’s body didn’t budge.
Kneeling with both knees, he looked up at Hestia and spoke in a pained voice.
“Hestia, please, I’m begging you. You’re the only one who can help. Please… help me.”
Hestia’s face looked like she was about to burst into tears at any moment.
Seeing Aslan, whom she knew to be strong, break down like this was distressing for her.
She tried to lift him up first.
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
