The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

While Dorothea worked, Ethan waited, sipping tea at the small tea table next to him.

 

Hearing the sound of the creaking pen and looking at Dorothea, who was concentrating on her work, the shadow gradually grew longer.

 

The blonde hair that fell gently to the side of her ear, the gaze that focused on the letters, the white nape of the neck and the hand holding the pen for long hours.

 

He played the violin when Dorothea got a little tired.

 

Dorothea used his sweet violin playing as the background music to comfortably concentrate on her work.

 

Sometimes when Ethan became curious about what she was doing, he asked her about it or gave her advice.

 

To Dorothea, he was a good adviser.

 

The sun went down while they were spending time with this and that.

 

“I’m sorry, Ethan. I should have finished earlier.”

 

Dorothea apologized to Ethan for not finishing her work before dinner time.

 

‘I tried to finish it as quickly as possible, but it wasn’t as simple as I thought it would be.’

 

Ethan laughed.

 

“Aren’t you tired?”

 

Ethan asked, rubbing her shoulder.

Dorothea smiled at his warm hand, and Dorothea shook her head.

 

“Even if it’s hard, I think this is the most luxurious time of my life.”

 

Dorothea lifted her head and looked up at Ethan.

 

There was a time when she would have built a new palace, bought a rare bird, or collected a great sword.

 

But now it feels more luxurious than that.

 

Surprisingly, just having Ethan by her side.

 

“That makes me feel good.”

 

“Really?”

 

“I think I have become the most precious and valuable existence to the princess.”

 

Ethan leaned over and kissed her cheek.

 

Close enough that their breaths could touch

 

Jewel-like eyes stared at her under long eyelashes.

 

Dorothea’s heart pounded at the beautiful face that got closer in an instant.

 

‘I see him every day, but my heart pounded every time.’

 

Ethan took a deep breath and gently stroked her frozen arm.

 

And the hand that had wrapped around her arm slowly went down to her fingertips.

 

Finally, his hand wrapped around Dorothea’s hand.

 

—Tuk

 

He took the pen from her finger.

 

“If you are tired, take a break today. It’s our engagement day, though.”

 

He gently picked up the pen and put it down.

 

To be honest, he waited a long time.

On the day of the engagement, until the evening.

 

‘So, for today, I have to interrupt the princess’s work a little.’

 

Ethan clasped her hands and wiggled them to prevent them from holding the pen.

 

His tight grip seduced Dorothea.

 

‘Even from my perspective, he was a bit harsh today.’

 

Dorothea smiled and stood up as if she couldn’t help it.

 

“Good idea.”

 

Ethan pulled her as she stood up and held her straight into his arms.

 

With a strong lily scent, his beautiful golden eyes stared at her.

 

Dorothea’s eyes became hazy, as if drunk.

 

“I will make the most luxurious dinner for the princess.”

 

He whispered a small whisper in her ear and placed his lips on hers.

 

He bit Dorothea’s lower lip and sucked it.

 

When he teased her soft lips with the tip of his lip, Dorothea smiled, biting his upper lip.

 

Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist and opened her moist lips.

 

The tip of his tongue reaching through her parted lips, and Dorothea took in a breath full of Ethan’s sweet scent and bit his tongue in her mouth.

 

A dense sound of gentle rubbing resounded in the study.

 

The two hugged each other so close that their chests touched, feeling each other’s heartbeats.

 

Deeply entangled, their heated body temperature mingled.

 

The two swallowed each other’s saliva and stroked their skin.

 

Dorothea’s fingers, leaning against Ethan’s chest, ran along her body, unbuttoning his shirt.

 

The buttons that had been neatly locked for the engagement ceremony were unlocked, revealing Ethan’s chest.

 

“Ahh….”

 

A hot breath flew through the tip of his tongue for a moment.

 

The scar left by the war could be seen on Ethan’s nape where his shirt was unbuttoned.

 

Dorothea kissed the scar on his beautiful body.

 

‘Sorry and thanks again.’

 

Ethan wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her into a kiss that aroused her.

 

Dorothea grabbed him in her arms and hugged him.

 

He took Dorothea to the couch on one side of the study.

 

He laid Dorothea down on the couch and pulled the sleeves of the dress from her shoulders.

 

Below that, the white collarbones and shoulders were exposed.

 

“My fiancee.”

 

Dorothea took off his shirt and whispered hotly.

 

It was only then that Ethan realized that his fiancée was a wonderful being that awakened his five senses.

 

His fiancee’s cheeks, which was red with passion, were insanely lovely.

 

His white shirt tumbled down the couch, and Dorothea’s dress was half open.

 

The soft touch of each other’s skins awakened all their nerves.

 

“My fiancee.”

 

He put a hot stamps on the nape of her neck and chest, as if in response to Dorothea.

 

I belong to you and you also belong to me.

 

Perhaps Dorothea did not know what emotions were hidden behind the heat that warmed her.

 

How long he’d been uneasily in love with her.

 

How much he hated himself for being too bad to stand beside her.

 

How overwhelming this moment is.

 

He carved the countless emotions he had accumulated into her body.

 

His mark spread like fiery flowers through Dorothea’s body.

 

Each time his lips touched hers, Dorothea felt a shiver that ran through her body.

 

“I love you, Ethan.”

 

She twisted her waist and hugged Ethan.

 

His lust boiled at the touch of her skin.

 

“I love you too.”

 

Ethan melted her when his hand stroked her softly.

 

Dorothea was deeply immersed in Ethan’s touch.

 

A shallow moan escaped from the tip of Dorothea’s lips.

 

She wrapped her arms around Ethan, clinging to him, feeling his hot body heat.

 

His love was as hot as a sword on fire.

 

Finally he entered the deepest part of her.

 

“ahhh…!”

 

Dorothea moaned as she felt him completely engulfed her.

 

The tingling electric current that ran from her waist to the nape of her neck was so dizzying.

 

Ethan Bronte.

 

A person who affirms everything about her.

 

The one person who loved ‘Dorothea Milanaire’ even when others hated her, even herself.

 

Dorothea thought as she hugged Ethan.

 

If the book of her life had a lock on it, only Ethan could unlock it.

 

He’s the only one who can understand and open her most deeply.

 

* * *

 

Two days after the engagement.

 

“Princess Dorothea!”

 

Just one word. Even by calling her, Dorothea knew what Clara wanted to say.

 

She stood up before Clara even opened the door.

 

“His Majesty, His Majesty is in critical condition, hurry…!”

 

Clara gave the news urgently, and Dorothea hurriedly moved.

 

When she arrived at the Emperor’s bedroom, she was greeted by a silence that seemed to erase all noise from the air.

 

not exactly silent.

 

Because the rough sound of Carnan’s breathing was interrupted and continued again and again.

 

It was just that the sound was drowned out by the grim weight of the air.

 

Raymond and Theon were already guarding Carnan’s side.

 

A doctor and a priest who will pray for him.

 

Dorothea, guided by Robert, went to bedside to watch Carnan.

 

Theon summoned the Spirit of Darkness to alleviate his suffering.

 

Perhaps thanks to that, he had a relaxed expression while breathing with a sound that seemed to be clogged at any moment.

 

He scanned the air with His eyes that looked hard to even open properly.

 

Then he glanced at Dorothea, who had just arrived.

 

“You are here….”

 

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