My legs went weak, and I sank back into my chair.
Iβd taken a risk, followed a stranger, and been suspected of being a spy.
I felt the energy drain from my body with the realization that I would never find what I was looking for here.
βYou shouldnβt despair so much. Anorgasmia often improves without the use of medication.β
βYou mean thereβs a cure?β
My voice trembled slightly at the thought that there might be a way.
βHave you seen a doctor?β
βThey just told me there was nothing wrong.β
Lee nodded thoughtfully after hearing the answer, as if he had expected it.
βMaybe youβre not anorgasmic. Maybe there wasnβt enough foreplay, maybe the guy was undersized, or maybe he just couldnβt do it.β
As the tension eased, his sky-blue eyes, now softer than before, met mine.
βIβd be curious to know what makes you suspect yourself, an unmarried lady, of being anorgasmic, but I think Iβd better get back to work.β
βOhβ¦β
I sat there, my lips pursed in a sort of regret, but the words I wanted to say were tangled up in my mind like threads, and I couldnβt get them out.
βIβll pretend I didnβt hear that you wanted to work here.β
He walked toward the door and pulled it open with slender, pale fingers.
In the end, all I could do was grab the hem of my dress, rise from my chair, and slowly walk out the door.
I took the last step out the door and slowly turned to face him.
βTake care, Miss Sera.β
Unlike me, who was full of regrets, he offered a small farewell with an enigmatic smile.
While I hesitated, unsure of what to say in response to his gentle greeting, the door slammed shut and his figure disappeared behind the doorway.
I had to make an effort to lift my heavy steps, which seemed glued to the floor of the laboratory.
ββΊο½‘ΛβΛβ§ββ½ β― βΎββ§ΛβΛqβΊβ
By the time I got out of the lab, it was late evening and the sun had already set.
An orange glow was leaking from the lanterns placed all over the streets, as if they would not allow even a moment of darkness.
βItβs later than I thought.β
Muttering to myself, I lifted my gaze to the end of the road with brightly lit lanterns on both sides, and I could see the castle of the Ildon Kingdom.
It was already late enough that I couldnβt delay any longer.
I could already see the nervous strides of the escorting knights, who would have headed for the castle first if I hadnβt been so stubborn.
Thanks to the light clothing I wore for the carriage trip, walking wasnβt too difficult.
Gingerly clutching the hem of my dress and started walking.
How much time had passed since I began walking? As I stepped into the square where people were gathered, I could hear the melody of stringed instruments and the voice of a poet becoming clearer.
βNow, letβs talk about the men of Ildon Kingdom.β
βWaaaaaah!β
The people clapped and cheered as the bard, dressed in a matching red outfit from top to bottom, skillfully plucked the strings.
As I carefully made my way through the crowd and blended in with the crowd, the bardβs song began.
ββ¬ All the men of the royal family are β¬β
The bard sang a deliciously melodious verse, then fell silent for a moment, teasing the crowd.
Then, with a mischievous grin on his face, he began again.
ββ¬ Theyβre a prince β¬β
The crowd erupted in applause at the bardβs witty remark, and so did I.
It was a vulgarity not allowed in the imperial court, so it was refreshing to hear it, like scratching an itch.
ββ¬ The princes of the Ildon royal family β¬β
At the change of title for the male royalty of the Ildon Kingdom, the crowd clapped once again and laughed out loud.
ββ¬ When they ask a girl out, they pull their pants down first β¬β
Itβs a ridiculous story, but I canβt help but laugh at the absurdity of it.
I could see why the commoners liked the bardβs songs, but I couldnβt stall any longer.
Now that my curiosity about the gathering had been satisfied, I set out again for the castle in the kingdom of Ildon.
As I walked away from the square, I could still hear the bard singing.
ββ¬ Women who have f*cked the princes of Ildon never forget that big βthingβ for the rest of their lives β¬β
βAh.β
At that moment, Leeβs words flashed through my mind.
βMaybe the guy was undersized.β
Maybe Lee was right, hard-to-find aphrodisiacs arenβt the answer.
Should I just meet a guy with a big d*ck?
What if I spend my βnight of proofβ with a man from Ildon Kingdom whoβs had a big d*ck for generations?
All the effort I had gone through to come this far, driven by the desire not to live a lifetime without experiencing any satisfaction, suddenly felt worth it.
I wasnβt sure, but my heart was pounding with the thought that I found even the faintest clue.
ββΊο½‘ΛβΛβ§ββ½ β― βΎββ§ΛβΛqβΊβ
βPrincess Cerne. Do you know how worried we were yesterday?β
Rua, the maid who had followed me to Ildon Kingdom, whined as she brushed my blonde hair.
She had been complaining from yesterday to this moment while I sat in front of my vanity mirror. It was clear that I would never be able to escape Ruaβs nagging for a while.
βNo matter how safe the kingdom is, you shouldnβt be wandering around by yourself like that. What if something happens to youβ¦?β
βRua, could you please comb my hair gently?β
Ruaβs hand paused for a moment, and then the anger in her touch changed to a delicate one as she ran the comb through my hair.
In the mirror, Ruaβs lips were pouting and her whole body was showing her frustration.
βEven your dress is all dirtyβ¦β
Obviously, she was referring to the aphrodisiac on my dress.
As my mind wandered, I remembered Lee, the head of the lab I met yesterday.
He had fair, almost glowing skin and platinum hair that just barely covered the nape of his neck. He was a head and a half taller than me, with broad shoulders.
Sky-blue eyes that were somehow nonchalant, but also fierce when he was suspicious of me, and then strangely softened when he let her guard down, and a jawline that plunged downward.
βOh, no. What am I thinking?β
No matter how handsome he was, it was inappropriate to be interested in a commoner from another country.
Besides, to confirm the authenticity of the song sung by the bard yesterday, I had to approach the men of Ildon Kingdom.
βPrincess Cerne, what kind of dress would you like to wear?β
When I looked in the mirror, I saw that the maids were showing me three different dresses. I got up carefully from my seat and examined the dresses closely.
Since I was visiting the Ildon Kingdom as the princess and meeting the king today, the dress I had to wear had to be more formal compared to yesterday.
βLetβs go with the one in the middle.β
I quickly scanned the dresses with my eyes and made my decision.
The red dress on the left was a bit too fancy for an audience, and the yellow dress on the right was a bit too light for a representative of the Siaz Empire.
The dress in the middle, with its square neckline and exposed collarbone, was neither too stuffy nor too light.
The light blue fabric covering the arms and white ruffles at the ends of the sleeves looked elegant, and the Siamese pearls at the hem of the skirt added beauty to the flowing lines of the dress.
As she slipped into the dress and stood before the three-sided mirror, Rua smoothed my hair and spoke.
βYou look lovely, Your Highness.β
βI see. Is everything finished?β
βYes, Your Highness.β
As I looked in the mirror, my hair, which was pulled up with a sky-blue ribbon, creating a mature hairstyle, reflected back at me.
Since Iβve come all the way to the Ildon Kingdom, I should find a way to fix my body here.
I looked at myself in the mirror, reminded myself, and then turned slowly towards the door.
βLetβs go.β
The servants opened the door for me, and a servant from Ildon who had been waiting in the hallway led the way.
Rua and my escorts followed me up the dark green carpeted royal hallway.
As we walked from the annex where the visitorsβ quarters were located to the main castle where the royal family resided, I tried to recall all the information about the Ildon royal family.
βKing Haylen of the Kingdom of Ildon had three children, and all were sons,β I remembered hearing.
βBut what were the ages of the princes againβ¦?β
As I delved deeper into my memories, I came to a massive door with beautiful carvings of leaves.
βThis is Princess Cerne Siaz, First Princess of the Siaz Empire, accompanied by the trade envoys.β
The doors to the throne room, more magnificent than any I had ever visited, opened on either side to reveal the King, Haylen.
Through his red hair and nicely trimmed beard, the white marks of age were visible.
Nevertheless, King Haylen of the Kingdom of Ildon was a stunningly handsome man.
βGreetings to His Majesty, the King of the Ildon Kingdom. I am Cerne Siaz, First Princess of the Siaz Empire.β
βIf the king is so handsome, then the princes must be handsome as well.β
I bowed outwardly, though my mind was filled with different thoughts.
King Haylen smiled, and the wrinkles that marked his age settled into his face.
βI did not expect the Princess to come to my kingdom with the trade envoy. I am grateful that the Siaz Empire has shown such a strong sign of friendship to my kingdom.β
Instead of answering, I gently held the hem of my dress and bowed my head in greeting.
I had traveled to Ildon in search of a cure for my anorgasmia, but in the eyes of others who didnβt know any better, it was a significant gesture of friendship of the Siaz Empire.
βSince you have traveled to the Kingdom, it would be nice to introduce you to our princes. Howeverβ¦β
βIs it not possible for me to meet the princes?β
My heart sank at King Haylenβs words.
As I pondered what to say, he spoke again.
βOur first prince is studying abroad, and our second prince rarely appears in social circles.β
I had heard that the first prince had been studying abroad since last year, and the second prince, despite reaching a marriageable age, showed no interest in making his debut in society.
Maybe upon seeing the look of disappointment on my face as I realized that this was nothing more than what I already knew, King Haylen spoke up.
βAnd the third prince isβ¦ probably asleep, but if you donβt mind, would you like to meet our third prince?β
The king pushed himself up from his throne and his subjects followed in unison, and I began to follow him out of the throne room.
ββΊο½‘ΛβΛβ§ββ½ β― βΎββ§ΛβΛqβΊβ
βThis must be the third prince.β
βYes. His name is Samel Ildon.β
Prince Samel was passed from the nannyβs arms to the kingβs.
The tiny child, who hadnβt even reached his first birthday yet, sucked his thumb in his fatherβs arms and babbled unintelligible words.
Unable to meet the first prince or the second prince, the only one I could meet was the newborn, the third prince.
βWhat a pretty child. Prince, may you grow up healthy.β
βThank you.β
Holding the baby in his arms, King Haylen politely replied.
While keeping my disappointment hidden deep inside, I looked around Prince Samelβs room.
To prevent the baby from falling, there was a white fence around the crib, a mobile attached to the ceiling, and a large family portrait framed in a golden frame on one side of the wall.
In the portrait, the queen sat next to King Haylen, with his red hair and dark gray eyes, holding the third prince.
To the Kingβs left stood a young man who looked exactly like him, with red hair and dark gray eyes, and to the Queenβs right stood a young man who looked exactly like her, with elegant platinum blonde hair with sky-blue eyesβ¦
βLee?β
Lee from the lab was standing there.
βThatβs the first and second princes.β
Perhaps noticing my gaze that had been fixed on the royal portrait, King Haylen patted the buttocks of Prince Samel, who was in his arms.
βThatβs our first prince, Kerril Ildon, on the left, studying in the Kingdom of Reyhad. He looks a lot like me.β
βAnd the one next to the queen isβ¦β
βThatβs our second prince, Richelden Ildon. He greatly resembles the queenβ¦ but heβs completely absorbed in research and has no interest in making a social debut. Iβm worried if heβll marry in time.β
The kingβs expression showed his concern as he smiled bitterly at the portrait.
Following his worried gaze, I turned my attention to Richelden in the portrait.
βIf the bardβs song is true, then Prince Richelden also has that big βthing.ββ
I swallowed hard as I looked at the painting of Prince Richelden, who had an elegant yet haughty face with a faint smile on his lips.
βIβll have to check it for myself to see if itβs true.β
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