The Queen and the Lion - Chapter 18
Once Heiban surrendered, there was a lot to do.
Lysian found Aslan, her weariness evident. As soon as she entered the room, she threw herself onto the sofa.
Seeing her exhausted, Aslan nervously glanced at her. Having never served anyone before, he was restless and didn’t know what to do.
Lysian chuckled at his discomfort and patted the seat beside her. Aslan cautiously sat down next to her, and the sofa cushions sank deeply under his weight.
Aslan sat stiffly, unable to comfort Lysian by patting her shoulder or encouraging her to lean on him. Lysian didn’t mind and rested her head on his arm. Leaning against the wall, Aslan remained motionless. She spoke to him as if to herself.
“Your country has surrendered, Aslan.”
Aslan’s body tensed, and Lysian could feel it through her shoulder and scalp. She wrapped her arm around his. It was like a chain.
Aslan took a deep breath and asked abruptly. His pale amber eyes, looking down at Lysian, trembled with uncertainty.
“…What are you going to do with Heiban?”
Lysian smiled bitterly at Aslan’s concern for his homeland. Aslan was still a prisoner here in Florea. Despite serving Lysian at night, he hadn’t been given a proper title yet.
It was only natural for him to worry about his homeland while he was here. However, a part of Lysian felt uneasy.
She remembered how the ministers wanted to send Aslan back to Heiban. Lysian had no intention of doing so, but if Aslan wanted to return to Heiban… Lysian tightened her grip on Aslan’s arm.
Lysian was aware that she was treating Aslan roughly. She had heard that most men liked to be dominant in s*x.
When Lysian had first taken him, Aslan had definitely been that way. Now, he simply accommodated her. She was the queen, and he was her prisoner. It couldn’t be helped.
Lysian tried to suppress the sudden surge of negative thoughts. She couldn’t give Aslan what he wanted. She couldn’t not have him, and she couldn’t send him back to Heiban. If love meant giving your partner whatever they wanted, she didn’t want love.
Lysian was the queen of Florea.
She wasn’t particularly greedy and didn’t have many desires, but once she wanted something, she had to have it no matter what. She would obtain it at any cost, even if it meant a loss, and what she gained always brought her more than she had lost.
The maritime trade rights of Baudolino and the flower cultivation rights of Karbamajo were examples. And she had never given up anything she had acquired. Lysian’s violet eyes sparkled like jewels.
“I hear the second prince of Heiban is coming as an envoy. Do you know anything about him?”
“……I heard he’s handsome and capable.”
“You don’t seem to be close.”
It was good news to hear that he wasn’t close to the royal family. It meant he wasn’t very loyal to the royal family. Lysian giggled with satisfaction and pleasure.
Aslan watched Lysian laugh loudly, dumbfounded. He didn’t know why his words were so amusing, but he was happy as long as Lysian was happy.
After slapping Aslan’s thighs and laughing heartily, Lysian’s voice softened as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She hugged Aslan’s arm and leaned back against the backrest. Aslan, who had been sitting up straight, slumped down with Lysian.
