YM778.TV Chapter 3
Although the thin fabric did not appear to be thin, Charlize’s dress was a little provocative to Dylan.
Charlize’s hair fluttered openly in the blowing wind. The scent of Charlize’s bath soap tickled the tip of Dylan’s nose.
‘Sweet…’
Dylan unintentionally glanced toward Charlize’s white ankles. Bayden has just returned. Now it was time for the two of them.
“Would you like to go into the bedroom?”
“Sure, Your Majesty.”
Charlize affirmed without saying a word.
The conversation was more comfortable in an enclosed bedroom. The atmosphere of the garden was good, but there were many servants.
Dylan and Charlize did not share a room, unlike the previous imperial couples.
Charlize also had an empress’s palace, but when she slept, she always stayed in the palace with him.
It is no longer a ‘Blade’ but an empire called ‘Rariego’, so what does the existing imperial etiquette have to do with it?
‘Devotion to the sword.’
Respect for the sword was imbued throughout the Imperial Palace so that the meaning of Rariego could be realized.
Dylan, who didn’t want to remind Charlize of the horrors of her Kiera days for even a moment, built a new palace.
The existing imperial palace was located in the southern part of the continent, so it did not properly function as the capital of a unified empire.
So in the early days of the national marriage, Dylan enforced the move from the capital. The opposition was fierce enough to be threatened with assassination, but Dylan pushed ahead. Most of the assassins were dealt with by Charlize.
‘Because she is more talented.’
Charlize was always one step ahead of Dylan. Even though she lost her divinity due to the incident in the magic tower, her skills were still there.
The capital was moved quickly, and the imperial palace was also newly built.
The new capital city was flooded with jobs, bringing smiles to people’s faces.
Artists, known as representative low-income occupations, have been wealthy in recent years, enough to be called the Renaissance period of culture.
A mural of the imperial palace that has been passed down for a long time. From architectural design to wall painting. Statue. The work was overflowing.
The budding forces that quickly occupied the new capital became a strong foundation for Dylan.
Of course, just as there are people who have cancer, there are people who have gained strength and there are people who have lost it.
But the issue of this political balance was handled cleverly by Charlize.
It was also because the Grand Duke Ronan family, who represented the vested interest, fully supported Charlize behind the scenes.
“The relationship between Her Majesty the Empress and His Majesty the Emperor is a combination that will go down in history.”
“Politically, they complement each other perfectly.”
“It seems that His Majesty’s excessive revolutionary spirit is being properly refined by Her Majesty.”
“How could there be a better couple than this?”
The nobles admired Charlize.
The artists took care of leaving their portraits of Charlize, and the minstrels sang the legends of Charlize. Just like Kiera did 400 years ago.
Charlize was a new muse to inspire artists.
“Bayden seems to be suffering emotionally these days from taking swordsmanship lessons.”
Dylan said as soon as they entered the bedroom.
The servant closed the door with his eyes down. Charlize let go of Dylan’s hand and moved away. The bedroom was spacious and comfortable.
“I don’t think he’s old enough to suffer.”
“It was a report that people around him had high expectations and he felt burdened.”
“If you are 6 years old, just playing healthy is enough…”
Charlize said looking at Dylan.
In one of the spacious bedrooms, fresh fruits and alcohol were placed for a quick bite.
Charlize, with a thoughtful expression on her face, raised her glass and drank a little of her wine.
“What I must have been like when I was six… Do you remember, Your Majesty?”
“If it’s about narrowing down what I did around 2,180 days after birth, then I was reading a book called <The Artistic Understanding of the Development of Swordsmanship>.”
The answer to the lightly thrown question is too accurate.
A strange feeling crossed Charlize’s eyes for a moment, but she soon accepted it lightly with ‘Because it’s Dylan.’
‘In fact.’
She kind of overlooked that Bayden was Dylan’s son.
Across from Charlize, who was holding a wine glass, Dylan sat in a calm posture. She watches Dylan indifferently as he puts a grape in her mouth with a long finger.
A clean and soft impression often makes her wonder if this person was her husband.
Even though it’s been eight years since they got married, in fact, she hasn’t fully adjusted yet. Before her return, maybe it was because she saw him who had been completely away from women until the day he died.
Even though she knows Dylan is obsessed with her, he still has a clean impression.
She also felt the calmness of the 13th prince’s days when he had no presence. It touched her on two sides.
Although he has a calmly compliant face, his figure that is revealed by the outline of his clothes is as daunting as a tyrant.
“How do you see it?”
“It’s amazing.”
Dylan’s blue eyes were dry and hot.
Charlize asked.
“How do you see your Majesty like that?”
“I’m curious, too.”
The wine is bitter.
There were only two of them in the bedroom.
The emperor doesn’t even like to have an escort around his bedroom, so even if he shouts here, no one will hear him.
Suddenly, Charlize imagined a sense of being held tightly by the web. But in reality, there is only a defenseless man. A man who would not be dangerous at all, only for Charlize.
Yet, suddenly, her breathing was a bit heavy.
“I confess now, I was actually afraid on the day of the national wedding.”
Dylan broke out of silence.
“…”
It’s an unexpected remark. Charlize turned her attention to Dylan.
Dylan’s hands on the table were white.
“I imagined so many scenes of the national wedding. In fact, even when that imagination became a reality, I was afraid that even this was imagination or reality. It’s like a dream that will wake you up when you close your eyes and open them. I felt uneasy because I didn’t know when you’d disappear.”
“…I see.”
“Do you know what it feels like to be afraid of being too happy? It’s a scary feeling because everything is perfect. I was terrified because I couldn’t get rid of the giddy high and happiness, what if I fell, what if I lost my fortune?”
“…Are you still scared?”
This frankness made Charlize feel overwhelmed.
Dylan looked up at Charlize without saying a word. She isn’t sure if it’s a proper metaphor, but he’s like a stray dog.
Maybe the two runaways were traumatic.
‘I guessed it.’
They’ve been together for 8 years.
The wine was wet on the lips. Charlize involuntarily touched his lips with her tongue.
Dylan was quiet.
Charlize replied, nodding sympathetically.
“I understand.”
“…”
“Still, I am not leaving. I’m not telling you to believe it.”
“…”
“That’s a lot of hurts.”
Charlize whispered as she walked closer to Dylan.
Dylan laughed softly.
A sweet gentleman who never forgets to say ‘I love you’ every morning, opening an event that Charlize could not have imagined on her wedding anniversary.
He was a man who did not become bored and indifferent as time passed but treated her more preciously as time passed and made her feel a deeper affection.
“Umm…”
Charlize put down the wine glass on the table.
Dylan naturally greeted Charlize with open arms. Charlize sat naturally on his lap, glued to him.
She knows what he wants. And Dylan knew she wouldn’t run.
It’s hard to imagine, but Dylan might want to lock Charlize up somewhere. Or hide her so that no one can see her. He wants to shackle her ankles.
It’s Dylan’s patience to let Charlize shine among many people.
‘He’s more possessive than I thought.’
After eight years as a married couple, she learned more about Dylan.
Apparently, he was a man who did not only express himself, but also had the highest level of jealousy, possessiveness, and obsession.
It doesn’t feel particularly bad to see regular breathing and thorough reason collapsing only in front of her.
Charlize grabbed Dylan’s chin.
She rubs his lips with her thumb. His hand gripped Charlize’s waist, and force entered.
“Shall we make a second one?”
“…Is that okay?”
“Then I want to make you less anxious.”
“I will not deny it.”
Dylan replied, laughing for a moment. Perhaps he wanted such development and made such a confession.
He sometimes looks like a fox, but he is trying to be loved, so she passed it on cutely.
Dylan’s warmth was a little stark because of the thin fabric.
Charlize lowered her head and lowered her voice.
“Stay still today, then.”
“…Yes?”
“I want to see Your Majesty’s crying face.”
“Yes…?”
Charlize covers Dylan’s cheek completely with her right hand.
He didn’t expect it until here. She took hold of his slightly bewildered face and kissed his lips softly.
He swallows his breath.
“Hold on, wife, please.”
Mix.
“Stop it, Charlize…”
He insisted.
“Are you going to kill me?”
The man’s reaction was surprisingly honest.
Charlize whispered that he loved Dylan’s ear. He can’t resist even though he’s blushing.
“Do you feel it?”
No, he seemed to feel shame at Charlize’s indifferent voice.
“How?”
“…Please.”
Dylan’s breath shattered softly. No, he seemed to feel shame at Charlize’s indifferent voice.
“How?”
“…Please.”
Dylan’s breath shattered softly.
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