Of course, Glad was not the only one who looked down on Seira and Askan.
All she was was a lonely young Omega of noble blood. Wouldn’t everyone else only remember the image of an obedient girl who grew up educated to be the Crown Princess, and not as a Duke’s successor? 7 years have passed since the last time Seira had been to an official event. At that time she couldn’t even say a single word of dislike when she looked back at it.
No one paid any attention to how a young girl could actually survive alone in a barren land, how she banded together the Askan Knights and even became a master-class slayer.
‘In a way, it was a good thing…’
With a smile on her face, Seira finished unbuttoning her blouse.
“Duchess…”
Aven’s confused voice came from behind.
“Shall I go out for a while?” he asked.
“Ah…” Seira gasped.
After realizing she almost took off her clothes without thinking, Seira’s hand suddenly stopped and she asked, “Why?”
“Huh?” came Aven’s even more confused reply.
She never showed her naked body while her reason remained intact, despite making love to Aven every time her heat cycle came up.
‘Baron, who was nothing to me, even saw my body today,’ she mused silently.
She and Aven were not lovers. But at the very least it was clear that they were closer and had a special bond compared to Baron. Even if she’d be annoyed if Baron deceived her, she could tell when it came to Aven that he must have a reason for hiding something from her.
‘I guess it would be better to get married sooner as the number of people who flirts with me increases. It’s just fucking annoying me,’ she thought.
Then what was the reason why Aven can’t see her? They would get married anyway.
Seira came to a conclusion and asked him, “Do you have anything else to prepare outside?”
“I don’t, but…”
Aven spoke but was cut off immediately by Seira, “Then I don’t think you need to go out.”
She looked at him with a wide smile.
‘Being brazen was better than I thought.’
She opened her jacket and blouse at once, recalling how Baron confidently took his clothes off in front of her. However, Aven’s gaze fell to the floor along with her clothes, and they didn’t show signs of rising anytime soon. Or at least after Seira has completely changed her clothes.
Seira continued to undress, staring at his face. To be honest, she was very ashamed, but she didn’t pause even for a second. If they were to get married, wouldn’t it be much easier to claim his heart before proposing? It was time to get out of a relationship that had been stagnant for years.
She boldly pulled down even her last underwear. She slowly took one foot out at a time as the small piece of cloth fell to her ankle.
“Aven…”
She approached him close enough that their toes touched each other. She cupped his face, leading him to look at her as she said, “You’ll stay with me tonight, won’t you?”
With nowhere else to escape, he closed his eyes tightly and opened them, staring into her eyes as he replied, “If you want me to…”
Her full lips were as red and luscious as blood.
“You can have me anytime you want,” he breathed out.
The difference in their heights couldn’t be leveled without Seira lifting her heels. But the moment she wanted them, their lips naturally reached each other. Aven thankfully bent down and have himself to her.
“Then take me now…” she whispered into his ears, “I’ll allow you to do anything you want with me.”
At the moment permission was given to touch as much as he wanted, Aven put his hand on her back and slowly slipped it downward.
“Tonight, I’ll do just that,” he spoke in labored breaths.
Daring to ask no more, their lips collided with passion and did not separate for a very long time.
* * *
Maybe she had been half asleep, but Seira could feel the light of day rise. She felt a large hand clasp her hand, fumbling next to her face buried on the sheets.
“Aven…” she called out.
“Yes,” he replied without a single beat missed.
Seira woke up to a clear answer.
“Sleep a little longer. It’s still early,” she spoke.
She slowly turned around and lifted her eyelids open to see him sitting on the bed. The time they spent together last night seemed like a dream, as they were neatly dressed. However, his hair wasn’t tied up yet, hanging long and casting a shadow on his face.
Staring blankly at him, she yawned a little.
“How do you handle your hair, Aven? Do you have a secret?” she asked out of curiosity.
His waist-long hair looked smooth and untangled. Unlike her hair before, which got messed up every five minutes or so.
“You just have to brush it often,” he told her simply.
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
Looking at her speechless face, he asked, “Do you want me to brush your hair for you?”
“Huh? No… Well…”
He waited quietly for her, who was worried about nothing for a long time.
“Can you…?” she asked him sheepishly.
“Alright then, wait a minute,” he said.
Rising up, Aven found a comb somewhere in the barracks. He sat back down with her on the bed, and Seira held her robe tightly so as not to fall off.
“You can lie down comfortably,” Aven told her.
“Like this?” she asked as she leaned her head down.
“…”
He looked down at her lying on his lap. His face showed no expression, and his hand started to move silently. He divided her hair little by little into parts, and then carefully began to comb her hair.
Inside the quiet barracks, the only sound that could be heard was that of the ticking of the clock.
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