It was a Political Marriage, But I’m Being Loved - Chapter 41 (R19)

“Address him as the Tower Master. And refer to the princess here as ‘Your Highness.’”

Charlize quietly watched as Achilles cast his spells and gave out complex instructions. His magic looked incredibly difficult and powerful—something far beyond her current reach.

‘I didn’t even see him chant for some of those. Can I really learn any of this in just a few weeks?’

“I understand, Tower Master,” she responded respectfully.

“For now, go assist the servants in the castle. And don’t forget to let them know your magical constructs,” Achilles instructed.

Three of the magical dolls bowed and stepped away, leaving two behind. Those two received further orders—to ensure that no one entered the nearby area without permission.

Achilles then turned to Charlize.

“Let’s head to the magic training room.”

“Wait, already? We just got here…”

“For the next two hours, you’ll only need to lie down and accept my affection. As I’ve said before, the wedding is near—we don’t have much time.”

Without another word, Achilles lifted Charlize into his arms and began walking. His expression was so serious that she couldn’t tell whether he was teasing her or not.

‘Still… this is too much!’

“I haven’t even washed. We were flying for over thirty minutes…”

“I can clean you with magic—it’ll be fine.”

She wasn’t sure if that was reassuring or not. While Charlize hesitated, Achilles was already moving quickly through the halls.

The grand doors to the training room opened silently, and the two disappeared inside. A low thud echoed as the heavy doors closed behind them.

Because Charlize hadn’t brought any luggage, there was no elaborate change of clothes like the last time they had been intimate. She stopped Achilles from using magic to undress her and, feeling flustered, let him help her out of her gown instead.

“Ah… Wait, this is…”

She had assumed that bathing by magic meant a simple snap of the fingers—something instant and impersonal. But instead, Achilles conjured a stream of water into the air.

It formed into a large, floating sphere, and before she could ask questions, he gently lifted her and placed her inside it—leaving only her head above the surface.

The water began to move around her, warm and soft, cleansing her skin with a sensation like flowing silk.

As the currents swirled and touched her, Charlize squirmed slightly, startled by the strange and intimate feeling. She could feel Achilles watching her—and when she turned, she saw that he, too, was undressing.

The water was crystal clear. Her body was completely visible, and her face turned bright red. Embarrassed, she tried to shift away, but Achilles stepped forward and entered the water sphere as well, calm and confident.

He floated beside her, his expression unreadable but focused.

“Ah—!”

“I said I would help you bathe, didn’t I? Don’t curl up like that—it makes it harder for me to assist you.”

From behind, he gently supported her body, helping her relax her posture. Charlize was flustered, but she could feel the care in his touch. The water moved gently between them, brushing over her skin.

She tried to protest, but her voice caught in her throat. Her heart was racing. Everything about this—his presence, the warmth, the closeness—was overwhelming.

“Achilles… this is a bit much…”

“There’s nothing to fear. I’ll take care of you.”

Though he said it calmly, there was a quiet intensity in his voice. She didn’t know how to respond—her thoughts were spinning, tangled with both anxiety and a strange sense of trust.

The two remained in the magical sphere, surrounded by warmth and silence, the water flowing around them like an embrace.

“I want to make you feel even better, Your Highness,” Achilles whispered, his voice low and steady.

Before he knew it, as he pulled out the third finger, Achilles took his position. The penis, heated to a frightening degree, spread the drenched entrance and entered, making my face flush.
“Ah….”
“Ugh…….”

Charlize’s heart pounded in her chest. His words, though gentle, carried a promise that made her cheeks flush with warmth. She could feel the magic between them—alive, intimate, and undeniably strong.

His movements were deliberate, his touch patient and focused. Despite her nerves, her body responded to the closeness, to the care he showed her, and to the comfort that came with his presence. Though flustered, she couldn’t deny that she felt safe—wanted, even.

Every part of this was unfamiliar and overwhelming. But at the same time, there was something grounding in the way he looked at her—as if she were the only person in the world.

“You’ll get used to it,” Achilles said softly, brushing her damp hair from her face. “We’ll share many nights like this.”

There was no teasing in his voice—just sincerity. The idea of spending every night like this with him should have made her feel nervous… but instead, it warmed her.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as he wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her into a gentle embrace. The room was quiet aside from the sound of magic humming in the air and the faint splashing of water. Moonlight filtering through the high windows shimmered on the surface, casting light across their intertwined silhouettes.

Charlize closed her eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder, letting herself rest.

She wasn’t just expecting to learn magic from him—she was slowly learning what it meant to trust someone. To be seen and held, not as a political symbol, but as a person.

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

Far across the snowy peaks, Eliza moved through the mountains with little enthusiasm.

Ice Nac scales were notorious for their resistance to mana—physical force was the only real way to defeat them. That made them difficult prey unless you were a sword master or a top-class mage.

Still, Eliza wasn’t concerned.

“We don’t need lightning or flame. A steel golem or gravity-based spell should do the trick.”

She glanced behind her at the four mages following closely. “Use the elementals. Tracking magic won’t work on this thing.”

Summoning five wind spirits, she sent them in different directions across the icy ridges. If the Ice Nac was here, they’d find its trail within a week. Hopefully, with enough time to return with its three hearts—just as the Tower Master requested.

Eliza didn’t particularly enjoy the cold, but she was willing to endure it—for Charlize’s sake.

“Thanks to the princess, my workload’s been better in the past eight years ago. This is the least I can do.”

Everyone in the tower agreed: if Achilles failed to marry the princess, their lives might become far more difficult under a colder, more withdrawn master.

In the soft glow of the training room, the bond between Achilles and Charlize deepened.

Even though her body was tired, her heart was light. Each shared moment brought her closer to him—not just as a mentor or protector, but as something more. Their connection had begun as strange and sudden, but it was quickly growing into something real.

Achilles looked down at her, reading the emotion in her eyes. “Charlize… This is still part of the lesson,” he murmured.

She blinked up at him, slightly dazed. “Lesson?”

“You’ll learn faster when you’re calm. When your mana flows freely, without fear or resistance. I’m helping you get there.”

Charlize’s lips parted in surprise. She hadn’t realized it, but something inside her had changed. The fear she once felt around magic—the stiffness, the doubt—had slowly begun to fade.

And it wasn’t just because of spells or rituals.

It was because of him.

“Don’t worry,” he added, brushing her cheek with his fingertips. “I’ll stay by your side until you master it.”

She gave a small nod and smiled, her voice soft. “Okay.”

Their silhouettes remained still under the floating water’s shimmer, a moment of quiet trust suspended in time. For now, Charlize wasn’t a princess or a student. She was simply someone discovering magic, held in the arms of the one who would teach her, guide her love her.

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