The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 35
Floria fell into a deep sleep.
Since coming here, there had been many times she collapsed onto the bed as if fainting, but it was the first time she had slept so soundly without dreaming.
As if she had sunk deep into a warm cloud, she drifted into sweet sleep, then slowly felt her body rising upward as she opened her eyes.
It was a pleasant night.
She felt something firm against her cheek.
The tears she had shed yesterday, unable to endure the pleasure, had dried, leaving a trace at the corner of Floria’s eye.
As her blurry eyes rolled this way and that, she realized she was held in Aidan’s broad embrace.
When she blinked, her eyelashes tickled him.
“Awake?”
A low voice brushed past her ear. It was the voice of the man who, like a beast, had desired her to the end and brought her to climax again and again last night.
It’s the first time I’ve woken up with him.
Except for the days she was in pain, she had gone to bed with him every day, but not once had
Aidan remained on the bed.
Though the war was coming to an end, she’d heard that exhausting battles were still taking place in the borderlands.
To command and lead the army, he frequently left.
But today, they were together.
Sunlight streaming through the large window touched his sharp nose bridge.
It was the first time she saw his face in the sunlight.
Even at the wedding, he hadn’t removed his helmet, so she’d never seen it.
They had only ever been together at night.
His eyebrows, which had always appeared black, now looked dark brown in the sunlight.
His languid eyes, sharp nose, and red lips traced a gentle arc.
Looking at him like this, last night’s intense movements felt like a dream—so peaceful now.
“Are you awake?”
He nodded slightly.
The scenery outside the window, which filled an entire wall, was too bright to be early in the morning.
The sun was high in the sky…
She had slept that deeply.
Had she shown him an unsightly appearance in her sleep?
She didn’t know how long she had slept with her cheek pressed against the Grand Duke’s firm chest.
Come to think of it,
the maids had once said that the princess sometimes talked in her sleep…
What if she had said something unnecessary?
She hadn’t even dreamed, so she had no sense of what she might’ve done.
For some reason, Floria blushed in embarrassment.
“You should have woken me.”
“You seemed to be sleeping well.”
“Yes… thanks to you…”
Should I say it was thanks to him?
He hadn’t let her go all night, so it was as if she’d fallen into a deep sea and drifted into sleep.
“Thanks to Your Grace, I slept well.”
Hearing her slightly sarcastic tone, the man lifted the corner of his mouth.
“Your voice is hoarse.”
How could it not be, after all that screaming?
She couldn’t be sure, but it felt like she had cried out dozens of sharp screams.
Every time he thrust into her, she blacked out, thinking she might die.
At Aidan’s words, Floria’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“It’s embarrassing, so please don’t say such things.”
Despite Floria’s sharp words, the man only smiled, lifting his lips slightly.
“You’ll need to eat something nutritious. Can you manage breakfast?”
“Yes.”
As soon as Floria answered, he reached out and pulled the cord to ring the bell.
Then he got up and picked up the clothes he would put on.
As the blanket that had covered his body slid down, his firm form was revealed in the morning sunlight.
Trained through horseback riding and tanned by the sun, his solid spinal erector muscles were exposed, and a distinct red scar could be seen.
It was a scar she hadn’t noticed under the flickering candlelight.
“Your Grace.”
As Floria called, he turned his head while slipping on his robe.
“There’s a scar on your lower back.”
“A scar?”
He looked back at Floria, as if asking what she was talking about.
One of Aidan’s eyebrows rose slightly.
“Is it an injury from the battlefield?”
But he seemed not to know what scar she meant.
Was it something that happened often?
“It’s a common wound.
That one’s from the battlefield, yes, but I have plenty from learning combat as a child too.”
Unlike the cruel trace of the scar, His voice was calm.
As if he were talking about a paper cut he got while opening a letter.
Come to think of it, she thought she had seen several large and small scars even under the candlelight.
