The first sound that reached Rensley’s ears as he opened his eyes was the crackling sound of the fire burning in the fireplace.
Having become accustomed to that sound, Rensley lifted his eyelids halfway and thought absentmindedly, “I’m back.” After fully waking up, he realized that what lay beneath his cheek wasn’t a pillow or a blanket but someone’s skin. The regular pace of the heartbeat beneath his face, the firm yet elastic touch of the chest supporting his head, and the warmth of the arms wrapped around his back.
As soon as he opened his eyes, his heart fluttered. Carefully sitting up, the arm that had been resting on his back slipped off.
Gezell was sitting in a comfortable chair in front of the fireplace. Rensley was in a position where he had nestled on top of Gezell. Gezell seemed to have fallen asleep with Rensley on top of him.
It seemed they were still spending time in front of the fireplace here. Rensley smiled without making a sound. The inside of the prison was pitch dark, making it impossible to gauge the time. Rensley tried to slowly get up to avoid waking Gezell, but he gasped in surprise.
“Huh…”
Attempting to rise quietly, a small moan escaped his lips. Unbelievably, when he woke up, Rensley realized, with his cheek placed under him, that it wasn’t a pillow or a blanket but the skin of a person. The steady pulsing from below, the temperature of the arms supporting his head, and the sensation of Gezell’s body beneath him.
His chest fluttered slightly as soon as he opened his eyes. When he lifted his body carefully to avoid waking Gezell, the arm that had been on his back slid off smoothly.
“…Ah, huh…”
Attempting to get up quietly, a small groan escaped his lips. Rensley, surprised, put his hand over his mouth. He moved slowly to avoid waking Gezell and took notice of what lay beneath him.
He remembered the embarrassing situation of being unable to remove or insert Gezell’s penis in a strange shape inside. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed in that state during his unconsciousness, but fortunately, it seemed like everything was back to normal now.
Looking at his face, the patterns and sharp fangs seemed to have disappeared. His hands were fine too. Gezell Jivendad had returned to the courteous appearance that Rensley remembered. The flickering light from the fire highlighted his handsome face even more.
Did they remain in that state until both of them woke up? It was a creepy assumption. Rensley bit his lip and slowly raised his hips to avoid waking him.
“Uh, ah…”
Rensley covered his mouth with his hand. His breathing quickened, and his thighs trembled above his knees. The sensation of Gezell’s penis, still inside, sliding out between the wet inner walls where he had released his semen, was more stimulating than Rensley had anticipated. The bodily fluids that had accumulated inside did not cool down completely and flowed out as Rensley moved.
Upon waking up, he raised his hips slightly to easily remove Gezell’s member, even though it had lost its erection. Despite that, it was longer and thicker than usual. He bit his lip a little higher and tasted it with his lips.
At that moment, Rensley lowered his head in response to the sensation of something gently sliding over his thighs. Before he could grasp what was happening, a large hand pulled Rensley’s hips downward.
“Ha…!”
The surprised cry wasn’t properly uttered. Only his open lips and Rensley’s jaw trembled thinly.
The body that had been raised suddenly sank completely. As if trying to block the abrupt intrusion, the inner walls tightened, just as if they were trying to tightly close the inside. Rensley grabbed his shoulders and resisted the collapsing waist.
“Uh, huh… where were you going?”
“Ah, nowhere… I just… woke up…”
He raised his arms and pulled the back of his waist up to his chest. Eventually, their bodies overlapped completely, and it became the same posture as before, with Gezell holding Rensley.
Griiind, as he moved his body a little, the chair creaked and slowly moved. Only then did Rensley realize that the chair they were on was a rocking chair. While Rensley had been holding on carefully, it had remained stable. However, when Gezell moved, it began to sway slowly back and forth.
Griiind, griiind. With each rocking of the chair, the connection between them deepened and then shallowed, repeatedly stimulating the sensitive areas inside. Still half-asleep, Gezell nonchalantly touched Rensley’s not yet fully awakened penis. As the weight settled, the movement of the chair gradually increased.
Rensley groaned softly, closed his eyes again, and wrapped his arms around Gezell’s neck.
Gezell’s lips gently explored Rensley’s cheek and nape, nibbling at his earlobe. His hand grasped Rensley’s cheek tightly, shaking it lightly. Moisture emerged again on the pale skin, accompanied by a crimson shadow that flickered over the skin with every movement.
The hardening penis inside began to pulsate. However, despite the force, it didn’t become as firm as usual. The rigid part seemed to bend slightly on its own accord, pressing and sliding against every nook and cranny of the inner walls as the chair moved.
“Uh, ha, ah.”
Rensley moaned without restraint. Gezell’s penis was caressing the insides like a tongue, leaving a sticky sensation. The tingling pleasure rising from the lower abdomen was so intense that Rensley wished to continue feeling it even if he were to lose consciousness again. Forgetful of embarrassment, Rensley moved his hips in sync with Gezell’s actions.
In response, Gezell also breathed heavily in excitement. While embracing Rensley, he whispered, “Your insides are completely soft, moist…”.
It was true. The inside that had strangely enlarged before falling asleep was now even more relaxed than when Gezell’s fingers teased it. The body, having experienced climax a few times before, relentlessly sought pleasure without feeling any pain, and every part of the body tingled as if touched.
Realizing this, Rensley felt a bit frightened. “My, my body… feels strange…”
“Does it hurt?”
Gezell asked, then slowly turned Rensley’s hips with a firm grip. The rounded glans, deeply embedded, brushed against the uneven pillar inside, and Rensley burst into tears. He stammered his response.
“Ah, it’s good… strange, too good. Ah, ah, ah…”
“I feel the same way…”
“Uh, it’s… completely stretched out in the back. If it’s unusable now… what should I do?”
Either due to exhaustion or not properly gripping, the entrance didn’t seem to be closing properly. The sensation was mushy, far more liquid than expected.
Appearing amused by Rensley’s genuine concern, Gezell chuckled. His fingers gently stroked Rensley’s cheek.
“I’ll fix it with magic.”
Rensley was genuinely relieved by this answer. It seemed that the stretching was not a disease but a trauma, and treatment might be possible. With teary eyes, he smiled at Gezell, who suddenly stood up while still holding Rensley.
“Haa, aah!”
Gezell swung Rensley’s waist while still standing. The completely slack lower part of the penis, now completely pressed up from below, penetrated deeply.
As the sound of thrusting continued, the body instinctively tried to escape the suddenly intensified pleasure, perceiving it as a danger. Hanging onto Gezell’s shoulders, Rensley attempted to climb up his own body as if climbing a wall.
However, the lower body caught by Gezell’s hand repeatedly descended. The connection, carrying the weight, only deepened without any way to escape.
“Heuh, ah, ah… huh, ah…”
“Haah, ah!”
Gezell also gasped for breath as he lifted Rensley vigorously. The directionless movement of his body, walking without a specific destination, caused Rensley, who was caught between them, to lean against the window bars.
Accepting the man thrusting inside while making squelching sounds, Rensley grabbed the window bars in a panic. As the back leaned back, the outstretched waist was revealed.
With each collision, the slim abdomen seemed to appear and disappear, showing the firmness. While staring at the sight not visible when face to face, Gezell’s movements became faster and more intense. The sound of the colliding flesh reverberated endlessly.
“Aah! Aheuk… huk! Ah, ah, aah!”
At the last moment, Rensley’s moans turned into screams. His voice cracked, and with force, the leg and toes floating in the air trembled noticeably.
In the intense climax that covered his body in an instant and the sensation of the inside becoming hot and throbbing once again, Rensley almost lost consciousness once more. The strength in the hand gripping the window bars weakened. When Rensley’s back seemed to slide down the iron bars, Gezell quickly lifted him up. A deep confusion could be felt in Gezell’s voice as he apologized.
“Rensley, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen…”
Rensley, who had been silent for a moment, managed to open his trembling lips. His response sounded unexpectedly curt.
“…It’s fine.”
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Gezell kissed Rensley’s sweaty forehead as if trying to console him. Rensley, still embraced, was transported to the bed and lay motionless, completely drained of strength, covered with a blanket.
It was a place fit for a king’s residence, even inside a prison. Various items for convenience were prepared, and naturally, there was a sturdy bed. The reason for sleeping in the chair instead of the bed seemed to be the inability to undo the connection for quite some time.
Gezell was in the process of filling the bathtub with water. Watching him busily prepare the bath, Rensley smiled silently. Although magic could clean away the dirt, it was only a method to remove contamination. Taking a bath was still essential for relieving fatigue.
Suddenly, a concern arose: was it okay to get into the water now? Rensley discreetly touched between his buttocks. Fortunately, the part that had swelled earlier seemed to have quieted down, even without magical treatment, probably after some time had passed.
“Come over here.”
Gezell, done with preparations, lifted Rensley, and Rensley, clinging to him, sighed softly. Thinking about the day of the engagement ceremony, when he was startled by the wind as he was lifted for the first time, Rensley had become quite accustomed to such treatment.
“Haah…”
As Rensley’s body submerged into the tub, a sigh escaped involuntarily. It felt like heaven in the clean, warm water.
Gezell, as if checking the surroundings, hesitated for a moment and then kissed Rensley’s wet fingertips and fingers. Receiving a small, bird-like kiss that didn’t match Gezell’s size, Rensley scolded him with a stern tone.
“I’m telling you in advance; we won’t do it in the bathtub. Today is the real end.”
“I won’t do it anymore.”
Gezell nodded, and Rensley chuckled.
For a while, they sat in silence in the water, only gazing at the flickering firelight. Rensley rested his arms on the edge of the bathtub. The sound of water, spreading and resonating like ripples in a silent prison, filled the air.
“Do you come here every time the fight ends?”
“It takes some time to return to my original form. I shouldn’t be noticeable to people during that time.”
“When I first saw you, your eye color was different from usual. Was it the same back then?”
“There was a battle about three days ago. Although my recovery was almost complete, the eyes always come back last. The color of the iris is adjustable, so it’s fine.”
Rensley nodded and met Gezell’s pumpkin-colored eyes.
“Now you’ve returned to your original self.”
Gezell blinked as if surprised, then, finally realizing his appearance, looked down at his own hands. After touching his face and examining his body, he looked at Rensley again.
“It’s strange. It hasn’t even been a night. I’ve never returned this quickly…”
“Really? Perhaps it’s because you spent a passionate time with me?”
Rensley teased with a single smile, but he seemed serious. Gezell, looking at Rensley silently, asked,
“Have you ever learned magic?”
It was the same question as the one the wolf in the forest had asked. Rensley shook his head.
“No, I’ve taken tests when I was young, but they said I didn’t have the talent.”
“Since then, nothing special has happened?”
“No, nothing at all.”
With a splash, Gezell approached, making the sound of water. Rensley turned his body and leaned towards him, finding it comfortable to sit in the tub now that there was a backrest.
“From now on, I’ll always come with you when you’re here.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“It must be lonely when you’re alone.”
Gezell only responded with a faint smile. Rensley furrowed his brows slightly and spoke.
“Maybe there’s no need for you to come in the future. If we establish a relationship like today, won’t you return promptly?”
“Well, who knows? We’ll find out next time.”
Gezell picked up a bathing sponge placed near the tub, soaked it in water, and began washing Rensley’s body, starting from the corners.
Rensley initially let him wash himself but suddenly lifted his head. Initially, he resisted in his own way, but receiving the highest man’s attention in the country had become completely familiar to him. Now, he didn’t even consider refusing, feeling grateful and not embarrassed.
After the bath, Rensley meticulously dried himself with a towel heated by the fireplace and wrapped himself in a warm robe. Lying on the bed in a relaxed manner, he couldn’t even recall that this place was a confinement tower, separated only by the main tower.
When Gezell finished drying himself and sat on the bed, Rensley also rose and sat next to him.
“Your Grace, from now on, I will fulfill my duties as well.”
“Duties?”
“In the future, I will always stay close to Your Grace. I won’t make petulant complaints about roles in the harem anymore. Right or wrong, whether it’s being a mistress or a knight, what about using any pretext? What’s important to me is staying by Your Grace’s side.”
At these words, Gezell blinked his eyes slightly. He frowned, tilted his head, and asked, “Harem?”
“Your Grace didn’t want to see the appearance of rain falling on you… So, I left. But now, I’ve prepared myself. Even if it’s being a mistress, it’s fine. As someone longing for the king, I shouldn’t ask for too much. Instead, I’ve been too greedy for myself…”
“Rensley.”
Gezell called out his name, interrupting his speech. Rensley quietly waited for him to continue.
However, he didn’t immediately follow up with the next story. Instead, he became a bit anxious, wrapped his chin with his hands, and sighed. After a brief silence, he opened his mouth.
“The new duchess won’t come.”
“Huh? But I heard she’s in preparation for the engagement.”
“That was a past event. Didn’t I say I love you?”
“Well, yes, but… feelings of longing and marriage are separate…”
“It was then, and it’s now.”
Rensley closed his mouth. Feeling the seriousness in Gezell’s expression and the heavy gaze, he swallowed dry saliva. Gezell took Rensley’s hand.
“Stories like these are better discussed afterward, but…”
“What kind of story…?”
“Please officially become the Duchess of Aldrant when you leave here. The official duchess will be you.”
“….”
“I’ll persuade the others. I mentioned it before, but there is still precedent for a male duchess. People will accept it.”
“It’s unbelievable.”
Rensley quickly responded as if there was no room for consideration. He let go of Gezell’s hand and stood up.
“What are you talking about? An official duchess. Do you think someone like me, who grew up with no regard for social status, can take on such a responsibility?”
“This is not a matter that I’m taking lightly.”
“I can’t. I lack confidence. I absolutely…”
To become a real duchess, it was a more challenging proposition than asking him to quietly endure and live as part of the harem by Gezell’s side. Being a duchess meant governing the country alongside the duke, a significant and weighty position. Even if a noble and distinguished princess came, it would be difficult for Rensley, who had no regard for social status. Moreover, just thinking about people’s reactions made everything dark in his mind.
“Besides, the successor! The main reason I couldn’t become the official duchess in the first place was because of the successor issue. It’s not a problem that can be solved by pushing it without a solution.”
“If it’s a successor problem, there’s no hurry. Some elderly officials are just in a rush. I have an unmarried sister and relatives who inherit the royal bloodline. Even if I don’t have a child, there are people who can govern the country.”
“But…”
Rensley shook his head. Nevertheless, he couldn’t ignore the reason people wanted this man’s successor, as he had learned during the recent battle.
“If it’s not Your Grace’s child… the ‘Guardian’s’ abilities may not be properly inherited, right?”
Gezell remained silent. Rensley lifted his head again. Inside this prison, he thought about Gezell Jivendad’s childhood and the present, spending countless long hours.
The myths of Aldrant that he had told like old tales on a stormy night contained some truths.
The story of falling into a spring made of lightning and gaining powers beyond human comprehension was likely a fabricated tale, but regardless of its origin, someone from the Aldrant royal family, once chosen, could wield tremendous strength and become a demigod.
Only one person, chosen by an unknown being, whether a god or a demon.
The Guardian’s power is passed down. To one of the descendants of the royal bloodline, the heir of the chosen one.
When Aldrant’s royal children turn twelve, they undergo a ritual to determine whether they are chosen or not. If the chosen child dies before becoming king, the ritual is performed again for a new selection.
That’s why there is no dispute over the throne in Aldrant. Despite being decorated with silver myths, magical ceremonies, and jeweled crowns, becoming king in this northern land may be more of a curse than an honor or blessing.
Choosing the cursed as the king and looking up to him might have been the result of a collective agreement, believing that only in this way would they accept their fate and fight against those fearful monsters.
“That’s just the vague belief of the people. Although it’s said that many descendants of the direct bloodline have been chosen and outstanding, organizing the data shows it’s not as simple.”
“…”
“My father wasn’t the first Guardian, as my paternal grandmother inherited the ability and ruled the country as a duchess before my father. But still…”
“Even so…”
“Come here.”
Gezell extended his hand. Rensley, who hesitated, took his hand again and sat on his lap.
“Receiving the power doesn’t mean you can wield it without control. My father was a failed Guardian. That’s why he couldn’t become a king according to tradition. Thanks to that, my uncle suffered a lot during his reign.”
“…”
“He had exceptional abilities, but he couldn’t control the power. My father married a maid he had been in love with since childhood. My mother gave birth to me and soon passed away. After that, my father became an incurable invalid. My memory of my father is always being here.”
Rensley knew too. Young Gezell Jivendad often came here to meet his father as the only son, and after turning twelve, he visited more frequently after the ritual.
The sight of a man lying on the bed, drained of energy due to the medicine, wasn’t pleasing even to the young prince’s eyes. Perhaps it would be better to quickly pass on the power to the next successor and make things easier. However, the creature within the Guardian’s body, the Maas, didn’t allow him to let his chosen fate be extinguished by humans, whether by his own hands or by others’.
The education officials who held his hand and came up to the tower often spoke such words outside the bars.
“Please look, Lord Gezell. If the Guardian cannot control himself, even after receiving the sacred selection, he will spend his entire life imprisoned, just like your father.”
“Those with exceptional abilities like Lord Gezell are rare in history. If you study and train hard, fulfilling your duties, fewer people will die when monsters attack, as they do now.”
Absorbing Gezell’s feelings, who had heard similar words repeatedly during his childhood, Rensley frowned. He grabbed Gezell’s hand firmly.
“Talking to a child like this is not appropriate, even if it’s imperial education.”
“But I’m not a child anymore. I’ve become a king and can think and judge for myself. Don’t worry; you’re here to help a dull person like me.”
People around him hoped that he would have a pleasant journey, experience different foods, engage in love with others, and feel the touch of flesh and flesh. They wanted him to have no special interest or emotion other than protecting the country. Gezell Jivendad had the talent to achieve that.
However, people inevitably create an object of attachment. Young Gezell Jivendad found that object in books. Although praised for enjoying difficult books at such a young age, he was engrossed in the stories of other worlds and people he met in books.
He was satisfied with just reading about the landscapes of places he hadn’t traveled to and the different food cultures of other countries. As for emotions that were difficult to understand without experience, he didn’t show much interest because they were different from knowledge. Later, he immersed himself in studying magic and became absorbed in research that could be done within the castle.
Gezell Jivendad’s world was perfect with that, and he was content with his life.
“… I thought a broader world suited you.”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
Gezell brushed Rensley’s cheek with a wry smile.
“I don’t need a child. Aldrant is not a country where only the king’s child becomes the next king. I won’t engage with anyone just to have a child.”
He looked out beyond the bars as if making a resolution to himself. The grip on Rensley’s hand tightened a little more.
“Rensley, please be my duchess. There’s no one in the world who can help me as much as you can. I’ll do my best so that you won’t have a hard or painful time.”
Saying that, he lowered his eyes as if feeling down.
“Although it doesn’t seem right to say this while trapped in a place like this.”
“No, Your Grace.”
Rensley cooled his burning cheek with his palm.
It seemed absurd. Thinking that he could never handle the responsibility of governing a country, but in the face of such ardent entreaty, he felt paralyzed. If anyone received such a proposal from Duke Gezell Jivendad, they would be excited regardless of gender.
But…
“Your Grace, I heard it’s been about two weeks since I left the castle.”
“No. It’s been three weeks.”
“Yes. But I… It’s only been about three days for me.”
“Is that so? Please tell me the story of the mysterious forest. I’m curious about the details.”
“But still… I’m not a child or a puppy or a kitten.”
“Do you dislike it?”
“Well, it’s not that I dislike it…”
Rensley closed his mouth. His generally indifferent pumpkin-colored eyes seemed quite earnest, probably due to his own mood.
The reason he made such a request was likely because he had left without a word this time. It wouldn’t be easy to refuse when he was the one who provided the opportunity. Unable to answer immediately and hesitating, Gezell’s low voice sounded again.
“I thought you might be dead.”
“What?”
Rensley, who had been staring at his toes in contemplation, raised his head. Even recalling the memory of that time made his elegant eyebrows contort in apparent distress.
“Your tracks were cut off at the cliff leading to the river…”
“…”
“We mobilized wizards and search parties to search all the way to the riverbed, thinking you might be dead. Fortunately, since you’re alive like this, nothing was found.”
“Your Grace…”
Tears welled up in Rensley’s eyes in an instant. How could this be? How much had his light and rash decision tormented this man?
When you think about it, he even put a huge bounty on his head. Everything was Gezell Jivendad’s effort to find him. A bounty…
“Oh, by the way.”
Rensley suddenly remembered something and muttered. Gezell, who had been deeply engrossed in making a distressed expression, turned to look at Rensley without shedding a tear.
“Your Grace, the bounty! There is someone who brought me here. You should give him the bounty.”
“What are you suddenly talking about?”
“You put a bounty on me to find me, right? The amount was enormous, attracting bounty hunters from all over the continent to Aldrant. I almost got caught once, but who am I to get caught? I skillfully slipped away. However, the person who helped me escape has a really, really difficult situation. His daughter is suffering from an incurable disease, and the amount I offered won’t be enough to resolve their livelihood. So, I asked him to take me to Roudken in exchange for the bounty. Since I know his name and where he lives, please make sure to pay the bounty when you go outside.”
“I put out a bounty? Are you speaking about after you left?” Rensley nodded. Gezell’s forehead furrowed even more. Instead of the distressed and desperate face from earlier, his expression now bordered on anger.
“I explicitly told you not to harm him, yet you dared to do something like this without reporting to me.”
In the man’s muttering, the pumpkin-colored eyes started emitting a golden light again. Startled, Rensley quickly grabbed his arm.
“But Your Grace! In the end, thanks to that, I returned safely. Isn’t it fortunate? Even if there were some mistakes in the method, considering the good outcome, there’s room for normal recognition.”
Gezell silently stared at Rensley in that state. Rensley stared back at his eyes. The flickering golden eyes, disappearing and reappearing, looked as if they contained a small bead transferring the thunderous sky. It was simultaneously frightening, mysterious, and beautiful.
The intermittent golden light gradually weakened, and eventually, the eyes regained their pure pumpkin color. Rensley inwardly sighed with relief. However, Gezell’s tone, suppressing his anger, was a bit more sullen than before.
“…Is that the reason you came back?”
“What?”
“I guess it wasn’t because you were thinking of Aldrant.”
“What? No! No, it wasn’t. The bounty was a part of it, but the real reason I decided to come back was because I heard about the monsters attacking Roudken and got worried…”
After a moment of hesitation, Rensley suddenly burst into a bright smile, approaching him as if teasing.
“Stop worrying, Your Grace. Instead, you can cast a tracking spell on me.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’m scared you’ll hold onto your anger. Let’s forget about the past and focus on the future.”
Upon hearing this, Gezell also smiled faintly. After a while, Rensley lay down on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling, exposing his chest and abdomen by wetting his clothes. Tension crept in, causing him to bite his lips unnecessarily. Being on the bed, awaiting not magic but a spell, made him feel like a patient waiting for a doctor to perform some ritual.
“Does it hurt when you cast a spell?”
“No. You won’t feel anything.”
Rensley gazed down at his body, avoiding eye contact. Gezell’s long fingers touched the middle of his chest. As he moved his fingers, it became ticklish. Rensley watched with amusement as Gezell playfully moved his fingers on him. However, his short-lived laughter soon stopped. Without having ink or paint on his fingers, a shining line appeared as Gezell’s fingers moved downward, creating a pattern.
Gezell carefully drew the pattern. While drawing a shining vein on his body for a while, he paused as if something caught his attention. Soon, Rensley watched Gezell complete the drawing by inscribing an unreadable spell, and the magic came to life, emitting a bright light from Rensley’s body for a moment before concealing its form. Rensley’s body looked undisturbed as if nothing had happened.
“It’s gone…”
“You can’t see it, but the magic is properly completed.”
Saying so, Gezell stared at Rensley with a curious expression.
“Even if you haven’t learned magic, didn’t anything related to magic happen in Cornia?”
“Why do you keep asking? Do you suspect I have a talent for magic? Even the wolves in the forest asked me that. I underwent a test. In Cornia, when we reach a certain age, the royal children are tested to determine if they have a talent for magic. Despite the king’s hostility towards magic, just like the royal magicians act as if they have it, they use it if there’s any utilitarian value. But I failed, and since then, I never had to meet those people again.”
Gezell lightly stroked his chest and abdomen, where he had drawn the pattern, and nodded.
“I see. It’s fortunate that nothing happened.”
Then he leaned in for a kiss. Rensley also wrapped his arms around him. They exchanged soft kisses and laughed, sharing a moment of intimacy.
“Now we’re engaged.”
“We already had the wedding ceremony, and now we’re engaged… The order seems strange, but it turned out that way.”
It seemed like dawn had already arrived outside since they fought in battle and came here late at night. Feeling relieved, Rensley let out a small yawn.
“I’m sleepy, Your Grace.”
“Shall we rest now? Everything seems to be back to normal, so we can go back to the tower tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
Even though it was a prison, it was still the king’s prison. The bed behind the bars was as comfortable as the one in the bedroom. With a fireplace nearby, it felt even cozier.
Rensley lay down with his arm around Gezell’s back. Rensley’s back was also embraced by Gezell’s strong arms.
“Sleep well.”
The gentle voice was pleasing to the ear, and Rensley smiled. “You too, Your Grace.” He closed his eyes while answering.
To think that he would receive a proposal from Duke Gezell. What exactly is Rensley Maelrosen’s life going to be like?
Was the terrifying prophecy of the wolf just empty words? Although he had thought he might die when connected with the Duke a while ago, could it have been a prediction of their physical relationship after their reunion? It would be better if that were the case…
Curiosity arose, but for now, he didn’t want to worry about anything. The sleep that came soon after was sweeter than any night he had experienced in his life.
Thank you!
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It’s too bad Rensley’s time with beastly Gezell wasn’t too enjoyable…😭
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