(From Blue''s Perspective)


    "Where did you say you want to meet up with him? It''s not the pce, I suppose," he said knowingly.


    "Yes, I wrote him that the central clock tower would be a good ce," I said. "We will go undercover. Is that okay?"


    "Hm, it''s not bad," he said and took a sip of his wine. "When?"


    "Around eight," I replied. "The ce will be crowded that time, so no one will notice us much. The central clock tower closes at ten, right? We will have two hours in hand."


    "That''s good," he said.


    "You don''t look like you like it," I said.


    "I don''t like the fact that we are meeting him. Other things are fine," he muttered.


    "Dem, we are not meeting him because of no reason. We need to know what is written on that paper."


    "I know... Isn''t that why I am putting up with it?"


    "... Anyway, I did not write about the rebels'' matter in the letter," I said. "I told you I am going to, but I did not."


    "Yes, isn''t it because you would tell him this yourself when we are going to meet him?"


    "Hm, I thought it''s better this way. I had a feeling that he would want to meet me. If he did not, I would tell him that. It''s better to say this face to face since it''s a sensitive matter."


    "Do what you want," he said nonchntly.


    "You really don''t like getting involved with him," I muttered.


    "Of course, I don''t. Who would like it? I don''t know about you. You might like meeting up with your Evan."


    "Dem! What''s up with this? When did he be my Evan?"


    He did not say anything and paid attention to his food. I sighed and ate quietly as well. If he kept doing that, I would truly get angry. It was not like I was meeting up with Evan because I wanted to have something to do with him. He could help us, that was why I was meeting him. And besides, I was not meeting him alone.


    Dem was going to be with me.


    If he behaved like that, it hurt my feelings. It made me feel like I was doing something wrong. He knew that I was not going betray him, yet he kept being like that. I knew that he was insecure, and I understood it well. But he needed to consider my feelings as well.


    "I am sorry," he said after a long silence. "I should not have behaved like that."


    "..."


    "I am sorry for hurting your feelings. It was not my intention. I was just a bit... It''s no excuse for my behavior. I am really sorry."


    "Yes... You should be," I said. "I really get hurt if you behave like that. Just don''t, please."


    "I will try not to..."


    With each passing day, I could realize how strange our rtionship was. We were truly different from others. And the difference was huge.


    I started exchanging letters with Iris, the duchess. She told me about a lot of things, including her rtionship with her husband. I told her briefly about mine too, but I did not go too far since Dem and I had a lot of secrets that we could not share with others. The more she told me about her marriage life, the more I wondered how different Dem''s and my rtionship was.


    "And the duchess wants to spend some time with me," I said. "I told her toe to the pce. She will let me know when she can, and I will see if the time is perfect."


    "That''s not a problem," he said.


    Right after lunch, when I tried to go to Reece''s office to tell him something, Dem grabbed my arm and started pulling me with him.


    "Dem, where are you taking me suddenly? I need to talk to Reece for a moment..."


    "He can wait," he said impatiently, "but I can''t."


    He took me to the dance practice room since it was one of the nearest rooms to the dining hall.


    "Here? Why are we here? At least, let''s go to the bedroom, Dem," I said.


    "I can''t wait," he said. "I can''t wait even just a bit."


    The tension between us was too much and it made me nervous, and my body was getting hot from the inside.


    He closed the door and started kissing me right away. When I was on my period, we kissed asionally because he said that if he kissed me more, it would be hard for him to control himself.


    I ran out of air and pushed him away. His lips left mine and he started kissing my neck as if he did not want to waste a single second.


    "Ah... Dem..."


    "Seven days are long. If it had not been for the period every single month, we could make love every single day. But now, we can do it twenty-three days a month or sometimes twenty-four," he said.


    "I... I don''t think anyone else thinks that way," I muttered.


    "I don''t care what others think. That''s what I think," he said and bit my neck. It surely would leave a mark.


    "Ugh... It hurts..."


    "Does it? I will heal it again," he said. "It will feel good then."


    "Why do you like to bite me? You are going to heal it anyway..."


    "I just do. Some things just don''t have a reason."


    I could not believe he would be so impatient that he did not mind doing it somewhere like this. There was no fear of someoneing in because Dem would know right away if someone was near and would tell them to go away. But still, it was a bit ufortable.


    "You are really aroused, aren''t you? I can get the scent right away," he said. "You see, you let out a strong sweet scent when you are aroused. Do you know that?"


    "Wha... What are you saying, you pervert?"


    "It doesn''t matter since I am a pervert only when I am with my wife. You can be a pervert in front of me too. I won''t mind. Rather, I would enjoy it," he said and started touching me from over my dress.


    "Nngh... Ah..."


    "The fabric is just too annoying. I would like to tear it, but I can''t let anyone see your naked body when you return to the bedroom," he said while he kept kissing me everywhere. "But I can still tear it. Your servants can bring you another dress."


    "No, don''t... I-I like this dress..."


    "It can''t be helped, I suppose," he muttered and started taking off my dress. The dress was very tight, so it was hard for him to touch me. And he hated it when he could not touch me fully. I had to admit that he was very skilled in taking off things. I got that proof a lot of times since we were married. On our wedding night, I thought he was good at taking clothes off.


    But now, I could see that he was quite clumsy that time as it was his first time taking a woman''s dress off.


    "Dem, we really should go to the bedroom."


    "So, you would like to go this way to the bedroom. I would like to see you do so," he smirked.


    "You bully..."


    "I haven''t even started bullying you properly and I am already the bully? That''s not fair, is it? Then I think I should bully you so I can match the title of a bully."


    "Ahh...," I moaned as he touched between my thighs. Discover hidden tales at m,v l''e-NovelBin


    "Hmm, you really are quite damp down there..."


    "Don''t say it!"


    "Then should I do it without a word?"


    "It''s not like that... You are being difficult... Don''t bully me like this. I won''t call you a bully anymore."


    "Is that so? Alright, if my wife wants so..."


    "Hnn... Ah..."


    He started rubbing over the ce. I squirmed in his arms as he held me tightly with my back pressed against his chest.


    "It''s alright to moan loudly," he whispered into my ear.


    "But... this room... isn''t soundproof," I mumbled.


    "It doesn''t matter. They will only hear your voice and know what their king is doing to the queen. They can''t see your body, so it''s okay."


    "It''s not...!"


    "Alright, as you wish. You can hold your moan back if you want to," he said. "But remember, my wife, I am not going easy on you. I have held back for seven days after all. I cannot do this anymore. So, be prepared."