The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

“I prepared more carefully. It’s an important day.”

 

Clara opened the door to the imperial bath, and the steamy warm air rushed in.

 

The spacious bathtub was filled with thick steam, and petals and small pieces of mandarin floated on the pinkish surface.

 

A sparse incense stick was placed on the edge of the bathtub.

 

“You did a great job, Clara.”

 

Dorothea smiled at the overly romantic bathtub.

 

‘I’m not even going to spend my first night here.’

 

“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime day, and you have to do it!”

 

Dorothea carefully dipped herself into the bathtub.

 

As she sat on the edge of the bathtub, the water came up to her breastbone.

 

The scent of rose and citrus blended in the bath water with the bath salt.

 

Clara washed Dorothea’s hair and massaged her gently. Then she combed her wet hair.

 

“Would you like me to bring you a glass of champagne?”

 

Dorothea nodded at Clara’s question.

 

After rinsing Dorothea’s hair, Clara left the bath and told Dorothea to warm herself up for a while.

 

When Clara left, there was silence.

 

However, there was the sound of a festival taking place in the distance.

 

A smile spread across her lips as she heard a distant, pleasant sound.

 

Dorothea leaned back in the water.

 

The water spread, and her body relaxed in the warm 

temperature.

 

‘marriage…’

 

Dorothea looked at the sparkling diamonds in her fingers.

 

It was hard to believe that she was finally with Ethan, that the world would know that they were one.

 

And that she was preparing to spend the night with him.

 

‘I wondered, What is Ethan doing?

Is he washing up? Or is he already done and waiting for me?’

 

‘Maybe he’s just taking a break because he’s tired after being outside all day…’

 

Then, the sound of the door opening was heard.

 

It seemed that Clara had brought her champagne.

 

A glass of champagne was placed on the rim of the bathtub on which Dorothea placed her arm.

 

“Thank you, Clara. Actually, I was a little nervous…”

 

Dorothea looked at the ring and said.

 

‘Even though I had been with Ethan for a long time, for some reason my heart was pounding tonight…’

 

“Thank you for the bath. I wanted to look prettier…. Isn’t it funny? I want to look better again.”

 

‘It’s not the first time, but I’ve been paying attention to every single hair on my head today.’

 

‘I want to look prettier to Ethan.’

 

“Hahah.”

 

A small laugh came from behind Dorothea.

 

“You’re already pretty enough.”

 

A voice whispered in her ear, bitterly biting her earlobe.

 

“You look better than anyone else to me..”

 

“Ethan…!”

 

As soon as she realized that it was Ethan and not Clara, Dorothea’s face turned bright red.

 

“Is the water very hot? Your face has turned red.”

 

Ethan asked playfully, entered the bathtub and sat down next to her.

 

Dorothea’s skin became sensitive to the ripple of his gestures.

 

The hot water swayed against her with just one movement of his.

 

“What about Clara?”

 

“She went to tidy up our bedroom. I’m going to take care of this.”

 

he smiled.

 

Her heart was pounding and pounding.

 

‘So, Clara knew beforehand.’

 

There was a slight sense of betrayal.

 

But for a while. When she sees Ethan in front of him, her thoughts fly away.

 

Only his straight shoulders and chest were exposed above the water.

 

It is difficult to see underwater because of the pink water surface, floating petals, and wisps of steam.

 

However, his body exposed above the water was stimulating enough.

 

The lit candle shimmered in the water, and the petals floating on it spread in the waves and flowed from him to her.

 

With each slight movement, his body gently brushed beneath the surface of the water.

 

Every time he rubs, she gets nervous.

 

His silver hair fluttered gently over the water and shimmered like the Milky Way.

 

He was beautiful. Like a mermaid trying to lure people into the water.

 

Even the scar left on the back of his neck fascinates her.

 

Under his mesmerizing gaze, Dorothea moistened her dry mouth with champagne.

 

“I came on behalf of Clara, so I have to do Clara’s job.”

 

He picked up a sponge that had been lying on one side of the bathtub.

 

“Ethan.”

 

“If you stay still, I’ll do it for you.”

 

He lowered his head, raised his eyelashes and looked up at her.

 

The small water droplets on the tip of his eyelashes made her heart tremble even more.

 

Ethan sat close to her.

 

Along with that, the scent of citrus and rose hit Dorothea.

 

Hot waves rumbled across her chest.

 

Dorothea’s heart pounded as if she had met a tidal wave at the wave he caused.

 

White foam bubbled up from his fingertips.

 

Ethan’s eyes stared at her quietly.

 

He grabbed Dorothea’s hand and gently wiped the back of her hand.

 

The foamy sponge wiped her skin soft and slippery.

 

From the back of the hand to the wrist, arm, shoulder, and nape of the neck.

 

White foam flowed over her skin like white splashes on the surf.

 

And every time the bubble scatters and bursts, it awakens Dorothea’s nerves.

 

“You look beautiful, Your Majesty.”

 

Ethan murmured, brushing his hands down her body.

 

His hands drifted along the beautiful lines of her body.

 

And Dorothea’s body trembled as his hand touched the sensitive area.

 

“Hmm, Ethan.”

 

At Dorothea’s trembling, Ethan tenaciously rubbed and wiped her sensitive areas.

 

His skin brushed against hers into the water, and the temperature of the water grew even hotter.

 

“You’re so pretty, did you want to look prettier?”

 

Ethan looked at Dorothea and asked.

 

The bath water made his touch feel even hotter.

 

“Ethan…”

 

As Dorothea looked at him with wet eyes, Ethan placed the sponge and pulled her sharply.

 

Suddenly, the water’s surface shook violently.

 

Dorothea swallowed her breath in Ethan’s body, which was close to her.

 

She felt her skin touching His.

 

“Actually, so am I.”

 

‘Today, I wanted to look better to you…’

 

Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist and bit her lips.

 

Dorothea’s lips had a bittersweet taste of champagne.

 

Perhaps it was the steaming hot air, Dorothea was dazed by his kiss.

 

His breath sent heat into her.

 

Next, Ethan bit the wet nape of her neck.

 

The white, moist flesh was engraved with the symbol of lust in red.

 

“Ethan, I love you.”

 

Dorothea hugged him in a voice filled with delight.

 

Ethan’s emotions surged as he embraced her soft body.

 

He hugged her deeply.

 

“Me too, Your Majesty.”

 

His movement caused the water to surge and overflow out of the tub.

 

White foam scattered and a wet sound echoed through the bath.

 

Dorothea sighed and grabbed his shoulder tightly.

 

The warmth of the hot bath water seemed to penetrate deep into her body.

 

The scent grew stronger, the heat did not cool, and the steaming hot air enveloped the two of them.

 

* * *

 

She could smell Ethan’s warm scent.

 

Dorothea slowly opened her eyes to see Ethan’s golden eyes.

 

He looked at her quietly, brushing her hair out of her face, then kissed her forehead.

 

“Aren’t you tired?”

 

At Ethan’s question, she shook her head.

 

“I’m happy.”

 

She hugged Ethan tightly and smiled.

 

The way she smiled through her half-closed eyes, still not fully awake, was adorable, so he kissed her forehead again.

 

“I am happy to be able to be Your Majesty’s happiness.”

 

“Then you should stay by my side, Ethan.”

 

“As long as Your Majesty desires, always.”

 

Ethan grinned, and Dorothea looked at him with thoughtful eyes.

 

“I think I can understand Raymond a little.”

 

Ethan blinked at Raymond’s sudden name.

 

“I want you to call me ‘Dorothea’ and not ‘Your Majesty’. You can call me ‘Dorothy’ too.”

 

She hated the walls with the name Your Majesty.

 

‘I wish someone would call my name.

Before I become just another emperor’s name in the history books.’

 

“When we are alone, call my name.”

 

A smile spread across his lips as Dorothea met his eyes.

 

“Okay, Dorothy.”

 

Dorothea’s eyes widened at the nickname she hadn’t heard in a long time.

 

‘Has Ethan ever called me by a nickname?’

 

Her heart pounded in her chest.

 

It felt like he’d crossed the line he’d always respected and reached deep inside her.

 

Dorothea’s eyes widened, and Ethan’s eyes widened.

 

“Do you hate it, Dorothy?”

 

He asks with a mischievous look, as if testing Dorothea.

 

Those eyes tickled her heart.

 

“No, I like it…”

 

‘Because you’re the one who’ll call my name.’

 

* * *

 

If there was a schedule that Dorothea was trying to keep, it was dinner with Ethan.

 

She wanted to be a good wife as much as a good emperor.

 

“Today, I made juice by grinding fresh oranges.”

 

“Thanks. I just wanted to drink an orange today.”

 

“Prince Ethan taught me in the morning.”

 

The chef smiled and walked away.

 

She’d mentioned it in passing yesterday, but Ethan remembered it.

 

“Thank you, Ethan.”

 

“You’re welcome. It is my hobby to do work that will be loved by Your Majesty.”

 

Dorothea laughed at Ethan’s light joke.

 

The reason Dorothea wanted to spend dinner with Ethan was not only because she wanted to be a good wife, but also because she wanted to be with Ethan.

 

From morning to evening, even if she is afflicted with affairs, her fatigue will be relieved by this time.

 

The two ate and talked about today, yesterday, or tomorrow.

 

Tonight’s main dish was a light fish dish.

 

“Huekk…”

 

Dorothea immediately smelled the grilled fish and felt disgusted.

 

“Your majesty.”

 

Ethan looked at Dorothea with concern when he saw her expression distorted.

 

“Are you unwell?”

 

“No, just a little….”

 

Dorothea took a seat and held her breath.

 

The surprised chef ran to see if there was a problem with the food.

 

But no one except Dorothea felt the strangeness of the food.

 

“Huekk..!”

 

Dorothea felt sick again and left the room, Ethan following her.

 

After leaving the dining room, Dorothea stopped against the wall.

 

Ethan checked her condition.

 

And the moment his eyes met her, he had a hunch.

 

“Your Majesty, are you….”

 

When Ethan asked, Dorothea nodded.

 

They both felt their hearts beating at the same time.

 

* * *