The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 6
At that moment, something dawned on Floria.
In her homeland, the Duchy of Sief was at least a full day’s journey by carriage. Though the languages were similar, there were bound to be many differences—just as her father’s bedroom and Aidan’s bedroom were decorated differently.
Perhaps the customs here were different as well.
Feeling embarrassed as her small, pale hand hovered awkwardly in the air, Floria spoke again in a trembling voice.
“In Altomole… when greeting a woman, men kiss the back of her hand. Especially when meeting for the first time.”
“Ah…”
One of Aidan’s eyebrows lifted. Worried that her unnecessary remark might have offended this imposing man, Floria instinctively hunched her shoulders. Everything was unfamiliar and frightening.
But then, with a composed demeanor, Aidan leaned forward.
“My apologies.”
He took Floria’s hand and lightly pressed his lips to the back of it. A shiver ran through her body as a peculiar sensation spread along her skin.
A strange scent lingered around Aidan.
It sent a tingling sensation down her nape—an aroma unlike anything she had ever encountered before.
“Is this how it’s done?”
His lips didn’t leave her hand immediately, and Floria could only nod. Still holding her hand, Aidan murmured, his fingertips grazing and pressing gently against the delicate spaces between hers. A slow, lopsided smirk curved his lips.
“I apologize for the maid’s actions earlier.”
Was he… apologizing?
Even though he had just said he was sorry, Floria couldn’t quite believe it. She gazed up at him in silence, searching for any hint of sarcasm in his expression. But none was there.
She was genuinely shocked. The Grand Duke—known for tearing people apart—was actually offering an apology? The blood on his armor hadn’t even dried yet.
Even if he had spoken about taking her as his wife to promote goodwill, the power dynamic between them was undeniable.
His fingers slid over hers, tracing the soft, fragile spaces between them before curling slightly. He seemed to take pleasure in the sensation, his lips quirking in amusement.
“Should I also apologize for being late to the wedding?”
Aidan’s lazy words made Floria tremble as she quickly shook her head.
Even if he had only attended for a brief moment, even if the wedding hadn’t happened at all, even if he had simply taken her hostage—there was no one who could blame him for it.
His unexpected apology made her relax just a little. She let out a soft, unintentional exhale.
“No… I heard you had to travel a long way today.”
“There was an urgent matter at the western border. I had no choice but to leave. It wasn’t exactly how I wanted my wedding day to go.”
Even at a full gallop, the western border of Sief was a three-hour ride away. If he had attended the wedding in the morning and made a round trip, even a man of extraordinary endurance would be utterly exhausted.
“You must be tired,” she murmured.
Aidan narrowed his eyes slightly as he straightened his posture. Even when he was leaning forward, his presence had been overwhelming—but now, standing tall, he loomed over her even more.
“Yes, I suppose I should get some rest.”
He frowned as he looked down at Floria, who gazed up at him with an almost innocent expression.
That look in his eyes… it sent a chill down her spine.
Since he said he was tired, maybe he wanted to rest in bed. She suddenly realized what he meant and quickly raised her head.
“Would you like to use the room alone?”
He had told her earlier that he would sleep alone.
This was their first time meeting, after all. Floria had already made it clear that she would be staying in a separate room. It was the maids who had forcibly placed her in the Grand Duke’s chambers.
She hurried to get up from the bed, thinking he must want to rest alone.
Thud.
But before she could rise, Aidan gently grasped her wrist. His hand was easily twice the size of hers, rough with calluses, yet his grip was firm and unyielding.
“No. That’s not what I want.”
Then… what did he want?
Floria blinked in confusion, sensing his growing frustration. A deep crease formed between his brows.
“Do what a wife is supposed to do at night.”
Floria’s eyes widened.
Altomole was a deeply conservative country.
She had never been properly educated in what was expected of a wife on their wedding night. She had no idea what Aidan was referring to.
He stepped closer, pointing at her disheveled lower body as she sat on the bed. Her pale legs twitched nervously.
“Spread your legs and take me in.”
His tone was calm, but his words were absolute.
Floria held her breath, frozen in shock.
MEOWLIN
Woh! he is absolutely trash.