Secrets of the Azure Sea 32.1

As happy as she was, there was one thing that worried her—in her country, divorce among royalty was not permitted.

If one of them were to die or be struck by an incurable illness, it would be a different story. But as things stood, if she were to return to her country, she would still be considered Franz’s wife. Moreover, in her homeland, polygamy was considered a serious crime under religious law.

Applying the laws of her country to the situation made her uneasy, but in truth, Franz had been the one to offer her to Zanarf. In a way, it was as if he had already declared their divorce. Floria bore no fault in this. It was Franz who had broken their wedding vows, the promise to stay together until death parted them. And as Zanarf had said, Franz was likely telling everyone back home that she had died in the storm, all to save face.

She didn’t even want to think about it anymore.

She was determined to leave the world she had known behind. She wanted to live the rest of her life with Zanarf.

“What’s going through that adorable head of yours? Floria, last night I compared you to a canary, but now I’m afraid you might slip through my arms like a little bird and disappear.”

Zanarf’s voice whispered close to her ear.

“…Zanarf-sama, I won’t disappear. Not ever. Last night, I became your rightful wife… I’ll stay by your side on this island, always.”

“Ah, Floria… I’ll protect you. So please, love me.”

She was pulled into his strong, broad chest. The warmth of Zanarf’s felt good against her skin. How blissful it felt to be held by the one she loved.

As Zanarf leaned over her, she surrendered her lips to his.

The sweet, wet sounds of their kisses filled the air—chu… chu…—as their tongues intertwined, deepening the kiss between them.

“Nn… ah…”

“Hah, Floria… you’re so adorable…”

Just as Zanarf was about to push her back onto the bed, a fluttering sound came from the open window, and something flew into the room.

“Eek…!”

“—Ria!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Zanarf shielded Floria with his body.

What landed at their feet on the bed was a bright yellow parrot. It hopped lightly, shaking its body as if inviting Floria to play with it.

“Oh my! —Zanarf, look at that parrot! Come here…”

When Floria spread her arms, the parrot hopped right into them.

“You’re so cute… Do you not have a home to return to?” she asked.