The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

A few months later, the cry of a newborn baby echoed through the Imperial Palace.

 

“Your majesty! He Is a healthy prince!”

 

Ethan cut the umbilical cord with trembling hands, and doctors and assistants finished the final stages of the birth.

 

After a long time, Ethan wiped Dorothea’s forehead with a towel.

 

“Good job, really.”

 

He wanted to say something else, but no particular ‘word’ came to his mind.

 

He was grateful that Dorothea gave birth safely, and he was overwhelmed by the fact that the child was born healthy.

 

His body shuddered, realizing that his life had entered a new phase he had never experienced before.

 

He thought he knew a lot after living for quite a long time, from before the return to the time after the return, but it was not.

 

A future he had never experienced made his blood boil.

 

Just then, the doctor gave Dorothea a baby.

 

Dorothea held the baby in her arms.

 

It was small enough to be said to be a handful of clean towels wrapped around his chubby stomach and his limbs that were twitching.

 

His face was really just a fist, not exaggerating, and he couldn’t open his eyes properly.

 

Red skin was wrinkled and could not be called pretty.

 

But his hair, which looked very thick for a newborn, was dry and standing straight up.

 

Dorothea held hi. in her arms and after a few cries, the child stopped crying and yawned loudly.

 

The back of the nose was wrinkled, and a tongue the size of a thumb was visible in the toothless mouth.

 

“Pretty. So pretty.”

 

‘You were born ugly, but you were pretty…’

 

It was the most beautiful thing in the world.

 

Dorothea had foolish worries.

 

What if, because of the pain of childbirth, her child looks disgusting?

What if, like Carnan, she can’t give her child love for some reason?

 

Yesterday morning, she was worried about that, but it had all been a fantasy.

 

How could she hate such a small and precious child?

 

“That’s right, it’s pretty.”

 

‘both you and our child…’

 

Ethan nodded in agreement.

 

He’d always thought Dorothea was the most beautiful woman in the world, but today Dorothea looked more beautiful than yesterday.

 

“Can I be a good mother, Ethan?”

 

Dorothea looked at the baby wriggling in her arms and asked.

 

She asks if she is enough for such a pretty and precious baby.

 

Having never experienced a mother, she could not set the standard for how to be a good mother.

 

It was the same with Ethan.

 

He was born and raised in a closet behind a bar, and when he was a little older, he was handed over to the duke family by his mother.

 

Although the Duke and Duchess of Bronte liked him quite a bit, they were reluctant to show him in public.

 

Good parents, good families. What they both lack.

 

“You can do it. I don’t know what a good parent looks like, but I know better than anyone what kind of parent I want.”

 

A person who smiles kindly. A person who gives unconditional love.

 

Someone who believes in him and supports him. Someone who will be genuinely worried and angry when he makes the wrong choice.

 

“Because the way to love is no different.”

 

‘It seemed like we could love a child the way we loved each other.’

 

* * *

 

The two named the child Hezen.

 

Hezen grew up healthy without major illness.

 

He was particularly interested in music because he resembled his father, Ethan.

 

From a young age, he liked musical instruments more than toys, so he played with violins and flutes.

 

Ethan himself taught Hezen how to read sheet music and how to play the violin and piano.

 

After an hour or so of lessons, Hezekiah would get so excited and engrossed in playing that he would forget to eat.

 

“your majesty!”

 

The day she took a break after work in the morning.

 

As Dorothea entered the piano room, Hezen, who was playing with Ethan, jumped to his feet.

 

Hezen, who was still only a little over her knee, came running on his short, chubby legs.

 

Then he slipped and his body slipped forward.

 

“Hey!”

 

Dorothea quickly opened her arms and grabbed Hezen.

 

Hezen smiled and hugged Dorothea wide.

 

“Your Majesty, I missed you!”

 

Dorothea looked at the blue eyes that looked just like her.

 

His eyes, as transparent as round glass beads without a single speck, were directed only at her.

 

“I missed you too, Hezen.”

 

Dorothea lifted her son and took him into her arms.

 

“I missed you too, Your Majesty.”

 

Ethan quickly came over with his long legs and kissed her on the lips.

 

“I want to kiss you too!”

 

Seeing the two kissing, Hezen grabbed Dorothea’s collar with a small hand and squeezed it.

 

Dorothea couldn’t help but fall for the kiss of her son, who was eagerly demanding with his eyes shining.

 

Dorothea kissed Hezen’s small, plump pink lips.

 

However, Hezen shook his head to make sure he was not satisfied with that.

 

“It’s three sides! Three sides!”

 

Hezen reached out a short arm and pulled Ethan’s collar.

 

Three sides, Hezen’s favorite, a kiss with the three of them.

 

Dorothea and Ethan made eye contact, and Ethan nodded as if he could not win.

 

In fact, the two liked the three sides a lot, too.

 

Their lips came together, then parted.

 

Then again, again, again, the warmth gathered and spread to each other.

 

Only after three kisses did Hezen smile with satisfaction.

 

“That’s right! Your Majesty, I wrote a song for you!”

 

“A song?”

 

When Dorothea opened her eyes like a rabbit, Hezen nodded and pointed to the piano.

 

Dorothea sat Hezen on the piano chair.

 

Meanwhile, Ethan pushed the chair on one side to a place where the player could be seen clearly.

 

“Sit down, Your Majesty.”

 

Ethan reached out and made Dorothea sit on the chair.

 

Ethan and Hezen got along very well, probably because they played music together every day.

 

Hezen nodded his head to make sure she was seated well, and smiled mischievously.

 

“This song was made while thinking of His Majesty!”

 

Hezen then put his finger on the keyboard quite proudly.

 

It looked exactly like Ethan’s childhood.

 

Soon a small hand tapped on the keys.

 

A loud and clear sound rang out.

 

It was a minuet with the lightness and cheerfulness of a child.

 

TL: In the music of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, a minuet is a piece of music with three beats in a bar which is played at moderate speed.

 

Dorothea couldn’t hide the smile that spread across her lips.

 

‘I didn’t know there was such a pretty song in that small head.’

 

‘Besides, the song he wrote with me in his mind is so cute and pretty.’

 

Dorothea wondered if she was a lovely person who suited this song.

 

And she didn’t want to disappoint Hezen.

 

‘I want to be someone he is not ashamed of.’ Dorothea thought.

 

When Hezen finished playing, Dorothea and Ethan applauded enthusiastically.

 

Then Hezen got down from the chair and fell into Dorothea’s arms again.

 

“It’s such a wonderful song, Hezen.”

 

“Absolutely! Your Majesty is wonderful.”

 

“You know, your father once wrote a song for me, too..”

 

“I know! Father already showed it off to me.”

 

“Really?”

 

It seems that Ethan had already played the song he had written for Dorothea to Hezen.

 

“But I will beat father. I will write more and give it to Your Majesty.”

 

Hezen said, rubbing his blushing cheek against the hem of Dorothea’s robe.

 

‘I’m so happy, how can I stop smiling?’

 

Dorothea thought that life had become even better because of that lovable being.

 

And Hezen became the reason she had to make the Empire Ubera a better country.

 

As a mother and emperor, she had an obligation to leave a better world for Hezen in the future.

 

“Hezen, I am so happy that you are my son.”

 

“I am very, very happy that Your Majesty is my mother! And I’m so happy that he’s my father too!”

 

Hezen laughed bashfully.

 

Dorothea’s heart sank at the words.

 

She had never in her life felt grateful and happy that Carnan and Alice were her parents.

 

So every time Hezen expressed his deep love for her, she was grateful.

 

Being a parent loved by a child was something special for her.

 

“You are going to be so pretty, because you resemble me, right?”

 

Ethan laughed and whispered next to him and Hazen shook his head in disbelief.

 

“I look more like Your Majesty than father!”

 

“Really? Hazen, is that why you’re so pretty in my eyes too?”

 

Hearing Hazen’s protest, Ethan immediately picked up him.

 

As he floated up to the ceiling height, Hezen burst out laughing at the feeling of flying in the sky like a bird.

 

Seeing that, Dorothea’s heart was warm.

 

Looking at Ethan and Hezen, it seemed that all words would disappear from the world and only the word ‘I love you’ would be enough.

 

* * *

 

That night, the two read a book to Hezen and put the child to sleep.

 

As Hezen fell asleep, Dorothea and Ethan returned to their bedroom holding hands.

 

Time alone for the two of themafter a long time.

 

The two lay side by side on the bed.

 

“When I look at Hazen, I want a second one.”

 

At first, Dorothea hadn’t dared to have a second child because she was afraid she’d give her child an unhappy life.

 

However, seeing Hezen growing up, she became greedy for the second child.

 

At Dorothea’s confession, Ethan suddenly turned around and came up on top of her.

 

“Really, Dorothy?”

 

Seductive eyes shining through the narrowed eyes.

 

“I like the third, fourth, and fifth too.”

 

“Ethan…!”

 

Ethan bit her earlobe lightly, and Dorothea’s face turned red.

 

But he didn’t care, he licked her ear.

 

A hot breath brushed her ears, sending a tingling sensation down her spine and up her legs.

 

But he did not stop caressing Dorothea.

 

He was always preparing a night for the second.

 

However, since Dorothea is working as ‘Emperor’, he did not dare to have a second child.

 

However, it is different when the wind blows on the embers that have barely been put to sleep.

 

“Second, let’s have it.”

 

His lips fell from her earlobe and whispered.

 

That was the most seductive threat in the world.

 

Because he whispered with eyes she could never refuse, a voice she could never refuse.

 

Dorothea nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

 

“Okay, Ethan.”

 

Ethan leaves red lip marks on her white skin.

 

He knew Dorothea well. In particular, Ethan knew better than herself what to do to please her.

 

The two were perfectly intertwined like a lock and a key, the only pair in the world.

 

The only person in the world who opened the lock Dorothea had locked.

 

The person who made her know love, reconciliation, and happiness.

 

In front of the key called Ethan, Dorothea was loosely released.

 

And the key reached into the deepest part of her.

 

His gesture seemed to touch her heart.

 

Dorothea let out a small moan.

 

A single tear fell from the ecstasy of happiness.

 

Then Ethan wiped the tears from her eyes with the tip of his tongue.

 

“You’re pretty when you cry, Dorothy.”

 

He pulled Dorothea deeper and hugged her and kissed her.

 

Her messy hair, her loosely ruffled hem, her

hot breath, and her hazy gaze looking at him were insanely beautiful.

 

As the years passed, Dorothea became more and more beautiful.

 

Someone he hoped to be with in the future when he turns eighty, wrinkles appear and his hair is gray.

 

“I love you, Dorothy.”

 

Ethan took her in his arms and gave her all the love he could give.

 

* * *