The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

“Princess.”

 

After the performance, Ethan knelt down in front of Dorothea and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his fingertips.

 

“Is my performance so sad?”

 

He said jokingly, trying to make Dorothea stop crying.

 

Dorothea let out a small laugh with wet eyes.

 

“It was my first time hearing this song.”

 

Dorothea said, stopping her tears.

 

‘I can’t believe there was such a good song. A melody that was so enchanting that I wanted to hear it every day.’

 

‘My heart warmed more than any song I’ve ever heard.’

 

“It’s only natural to hear it for the first time. It’s a song I wrote specially for the princess.”

 

Ethan smiled and kissed the back of her hand as a tribute to the song.

 

He sometimes wrote and played songs, but he had no interest in composing. He never thought he had a talent for composing.

 

But when he looked at Dorothea, he wanted to give her a song that didn’t yet exist in the world, a song that contained his feelings and his heart.

 

So Ethan wrote the first song and premiered it in front of Dorothea.

 

Muse, the word Ethan learned from Dorothea.

 

TL: The Muse is a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.

 

At that, Dorothea’s nose tingled again. She said it was all because of her drunkenness.

 

Dorothea was mumbled down by the drunkenness.

 

“I like you, Ethan.”

 

Dorothea let out her emotions that flowed over the broken wall.

 

Ethan’s eyes went wide, and then he couldn’t help himself and pulled her into his arms.

 

‘I like you, Dorothea. What more do I need?’

 

As Ethan pulled her into a hug, Dorothea didn’t resist and leaned heavily against his arms.

 

With him, the sweet scent of alcohol emanated from Dorothea.

 

‘Oh, God. What am I going to do? I want to carry her like this.’

 

Ethan looked like he was going to get drunk by the smell of the alcohol.

 

“I hope you’re not popular, Ethan. I wish you were a little more ugly, no, I wish you were a lot more ugly. Because you’re so handsome right now that you’re so popular…” Dorothea said.

 

Ethan was so stunned that he thought he was going to do something irreversible.

 

He hugged her tightly as if he wanted Dorothea to be absorbed into his body.

 

“I don’t want you to talk to Theon Freed at all.”

 

He confessed his heart to the drunken Dorothea.

 

Then Dorothea lifted her head, which had been buried in his chest, and looked up at him.

 

“Do you like me better….than Theon Fried?”

 

‘I know. How vague is this question. But I can’t help it. How can I not care that Dorothea’s first love, the man she gave her life to, seems to like her now.’

 

‘I’m not sure I’m attractive enough, or capable enough, to protect Dorothea from Theon…’

 

If It’s about Theon Fried, he was terribly inferior.

 

“Ethan, I only cared about you today.”

 

Dorothea answered with a solemn expression on her face.

 

Theon was definitely present at today’s banquet, but throughout the banquet, her gaze was drawn like a magnet to Ethan.

 

In the end, She’d even followed him out of the room.

 

‘I don’t even know when Theon went back…’

 

“I like you so much that I want you to see only me. But you can’t do that… Then it’s not different from before.”

 

Dorothea’s voice trailed off again.

 

“I’m afraid you’ll hate me.”

 

Dorothea was afraid that the ugly appearance of begging for love from Carnan or Theon before returning would overlap.

 

and then… Ethan might be tired of seeing her immature like a child, longing for only love, and may leave.

 

Then a deep sigh was heard from above her.

 

At that sound, Dorothea squeezed his collar even tighter.

 

Then Ethan raised her head.

 

“The princess really drives me crazy.”

 

‘I was really trying to hold on until the banquet was over.’

 

Ethan coveted Dorothea’s lips.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, her lips were sweeter than ever, making him dizzy. He leaned on the drunken thing and drank her more boldly.

 

Swallowing each other’s saliva, which was brimming with anxiety, they entwined the bond of their relationship more tightly with the tip of their tongues.

 

‘You don’t have to think about anything else, you just love me and I love you.’

 

They whispered to each other like that.

 

The more they were clearly aware of and engraved their feelings, the more deeply intertwined their breaths, and the more thirsty they felt.

 

This is not enough. The two were frustrated. The narrow waist of her dress, and the hard chest of his vest.

 

Even beautiful clothes were only an obstacle to swallowing each other’s breath more deeply.

 

‘I need a little more of you.’

 

Ethan unbuttoned the vest’s buttons one by one and unbuttoned the shirt that made his neck cramped as if he was about to tear it apart. He also pulled the ribbon of her dress that cramped Dorothea.

 

“ah…!”

 

Dorothea let out a deep sigh as if breathing heavily and squeezed his chest, which was reflected under his thin shirt.

 

Ethan sat Dorothea down on a bench in the gazebo as she squirmed in his arms and nibbled at the nape of her white neck.

 

“hmph…”

 

Dorothea grabbed Ethan’s hot lips and grabbed his forearm, trying to dissipate the heat.

 

Ethan, who had left his mark all over her, raised his head and met Dorothea’s eyes.

 

His golden eyes burned like fire. A desire more fundamental, more arousing than the lust for gold. Dorothea couldn’t resist the lure of that desire.

 

Her white legs were clearly visible under her disheveled dress.

 

Ethan buried himself deeply, answering the call of his muse.

 

“Dorothea Milanaire….”

 

When he called her name, she swallowed his lips again as if drinking her name.

 

The spirits of light that were hovering around him trembled in the air and soon disappeared as if they were bursting.

 

The two were left alone in the universe.

 

* * *

 

“You have to go in, Princess.”

 

Ethan stroked Dorothea’s hair and whispered softly.

 

Dorothea wanted to lean a little more on the lingering alcohol.

 

There was still night left, and she didn’t want to have to go back for fear of being found.

 

She sympathized with the main character of the old story who had to return at midnight before the magic was broken.

 

“I don’t want to go.”

 

“If you keep doing that…you will get…. big trouble.”

 

When Dorothea hugged her and refused to let go, Ethan thought about running away with her.

 

Then Dorothea smiled. It was a smile that made him want to do something really big.

 

But in the end, they came back to reality.

 

“I will go.”

 

At Dorothea’s words, Ethan nodded and straightened her messy dress.

 

Then his eyes turned to the back of her neck.

 

“I should have brought a shawl.”

 

“ah…”

 

Dorothea covered her red scarred neck with her hand.

 

She’d really fallen for him without thinking twice.

 

If there was Ethan’s jacket, she would have covered it with it, but unfortunately, a young lady had spilled wine on his jacket and Ethan handed it over to his servant.

 

“It’s okay. I can do this.”

 

Dorothea untied her gorgeously braided hair. Then her long, soft hair slid down.

 

Her wavy hair covered the nape of her neck. Her hair shone in the moonlight, a light similar to his silver hair.

 

“Is it covered?”

 

Dorothea looked at Ethan and smiled.

 

Her hair fluttered in the wind. It is terribly beautiful as if hypnotizing a person.

 

Ethan wanted to covet her again.

 

‘Enough for today. No more, Ethan.’

 

“They’ll think it’s weird.”

 

“Let’s say my hair tie is broken. I’m going in anyway, so we just need to talk for a while and then come out.” Dorothea said, taking his hand.

 

Then Ethan laughed.

 

“Princess, we are in a secret relationship.”

 

Dorothea let go of Ethan, because he reminded her that they were in a secret relationship,

 

Ethan smiled at Dorothea and held her hand.

 

“There are few people around here at this time, so it will be okay for a while.”

 

Now, it is hard to tell whether this is a secret relationship or an open relationship, but it was clear that they were in a relationship with each other.

 

“Let’s go, Princess. I’ll walk with you to the neighborhood, and then I’ll go in a little later because if we go in together, they will talk a lot more.”

 

Ethan promised to accompany her, citing the darkness as an excuse.

 

Dorothea walked with him. There was silence everywhere, and the only sound was their footsteps.

 

And as they sneak out of the garden, a huge black shadow pops out in front of them.

 

“….!”

 

The two of them froze in place, sucking in a breath, barely able to scream.

 

“…..”

 

“Stef, Stefan…!”

 

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