What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 140
Ysaris leaned her head against the firm chest before her, exhaling evenly as she sank further into her rest. Just then, a pair of red eyes slowly opened.
“…”
Kazhan took a moment to process the situation. The bright sunlight filtering through the curtains and the soothing warmth enveloping him felt strangely unfamiliar.
No nightmare again.
Last time, he thought the loss of his memories had also caused the dreams to vanish. But here, by Ysaris’ side, he found perfect peace.
These nightmares weren’t the kind to disappear just because he felt a sense of security. The curse, born as a side effect of his powers, wasn’t so easily broken.
This could only mean one thing—something about Ysaris had changed.
But instead of delving deeper into the thought, Kazhan closed his eyes again. Though sleep eluded him, he allowed himself to indulge in the rare happiness he was granted, letting time slip by without care.
“You should have woken me if you were up first.”
“You were sleeping so peacefully. I thought you deserved the rest.”
“More sleep?”
“No, darling. Mommy’s fully rested now.”
Their quiet time together came to an end when Mikael barged in. After a quick wash, the Emperor and Empress shared a simple lunch with the child before returning to their respective routines.
Neither brought up the fact that Kazhan hadn’t had any nightmares. Ysaris wasn’t the type to bring up sensitive topics, and Kazhan preferred to conceal his vulnerabilities.
Instead, the day marked a change in their routine.
“Again?”
“Is there an issue?”
Ysaris frowned, caught off guard by Kazhan, who insisted on sleeping beside her every night.
“I’m worried Mikael might feel uncomfortable. And honestly, you’re not entirely at ease sharing a bed with him either, are you?”
The Empress’ bed was large enough for the three of them to roll around comfortably, but its design wasn’t ideal for multiple occupants. Its high responsiveness meant even the slightest movement disturbed the entire surface.
Having cared for a fussing child before, Ysaris worried that Kazhan would lose sleep—or worse, that Mikael might wake if Kazhan attempted anything indecent.
“I don’t mind. So all we need is Mikael’s permission, correct?”
“Well… technically, yes, but…”
“Understood. I’ll be back.”
Kazhan left, only to return the next evening at the same time—this time, arms full of Mikael’s favorite toys and snacks.
“Mikael.”
“Papa?”
“Say you want to sleep with me. If you do, all of this is yours.”
“Mmm?”
“Just say ‘yes.’”
“Okay!”
Ysaris, witnessing this blatant bribery, rubbed her forehead in disbelief. She glared at Kazhan, who shamelessly turned to her with a straight face.
“Satisfied?”
“Do you realize how utterly shameless you are?”
“Of course. But I’m desperate, Ysaris. I can only breathe easily by your side.”
Ysaris sighed in defeat, unable to refuse him.
From that night on, the three began sharing a bed. Ysaris slept in the middle, Mikael to her left, and Kazhan to her right. Since Ysaris frequently turned toward Mikael to care for him, Kazhan could only settle for holding her from behind.
Even so, it was more than enough. With his nose buried in her fragrant platinum hair, he found himself waking to refreshing mornings instead of dreadful nightmares.
When he asked Ysaris if she knew why, she admitted she didn’t. There were no known records of anyone in the Tennilath lineage alleviating the curse through external means. If such methods existed, the previous generations would have long since taken advantage of them. It remained an unsolvable mystery.
Yet Kazhan found himself unconcerned. As long as Ysaris was by his side, nothing else mattered. She was the woman he planned to hold on to for the rest of his life, and the reason behind her influence over him was irrelevant.
If their relationship stayed this harmonious, he believed she would come to love him again someday. Perhaps not to the extent she once had, but he dared to dream of rekindling a happy partnership.
In fact, the future ahead could be even brighter. Unlike before, when their love was a secret, they were now publicly acknowledged as husband and wife.
No longer needing to tiptoe around others, they could freely date, express their love, and even plan for another child. They could grow old together, building a life filled with laughter, healing the wounds of the past until only happiness remained.
Kazhan believed it with unwavering conviction.
