What Your Majesty Desires - Chapter 2.3

As if he had been waiting for her request.

Of course, she had to be dressed. Regardless of her having a stupid lover.

“But, the clothes, the clothes are all, outside…”

Then they just had to be brought in. At Hernis’s simple gesture, two knights standing by the door immediately darted out.

Clack. Rattle. Soon, the sound of hangers being neatly pushed aside in Marilyn’s closet could be heard from outside. Marilyn’s face grew increasingly red at the thought that the knights outside might be gathering her underwear.

As embarrassed as she was.

“It’s taking a while.”

He, too, seemed to find this time uncomfortable. Hernis waited a little longer before slowly lowering his gaze to Marilyn, who was standing just below his chin. Unable to overcome the awkwardness, her eyelashes fluttered for a moment as she pretended to look elsewhere, turning her head this way and that. Well. He didn’t know.

He didn’t know why he kept noticing every little insignificant thing about her. Hernis had been sick and tired of seeing useless people trembling as if drunk and begging for their lives.

But this girl, even in her terrified state, trembling and watching his every move, didn’t seem so unsightly. Rather. The subtle fragrance rising from her wet hair after her bath made him even more disturbed.

Whether it was the scent of flowers, the smell of grass, or her own scent, Hernis, unable to identify the source, even held his breath for a moment, wondering if he was the problem. Marilyn felt that subtle change in the air with her whole body from below his chin.

Since one of them occasionally wasn’t breathing, her breath seemed relatively more prominent, and she, too, pressed her lips tightly shut from some point on.

Both he and she could endure it for a while like that. Weak breaths occasionally escaped from between Marilyn’s restrained lips, and each time, Hernis would twitch his neck and stare intently at her, but that wasn’t much of a problem.

The real problem was.

“Relax.” “I, I am relaxed.”

Thump. Thump-thump-thump-thump.

It was her heart, beating wildly. ‘Why, why is it doing this?’ Flustered, Marilyn brought her hands, clutching the bath towel, tightly to her chest. She didn’t want it to be, she wanted to deny it, but her rapidly beating heart was pounding in the middle of her hands. With a bewildered face, she looked up at him.

If he were to ask her where this noisy sound was coming from, would she be able to explain?

He may not have treated her coldly on the surface, but this man was clearly an invader who had seized Dextin Castle by force.

He was also the decision-maker who had tacitly ordered her, the princess, to be taken to the execution ground tomorrow. She knew all this. After being kind to her a few times, even though she was about to die, her heart was pounding without a sense of shame. Afraid that she would have to make excuses if their eyes met, Marilyn quickly turned her head to the side. Just as his persistent gaze was about to scorch her flushed profile.

“Your Highness, we have brought them.”

The knights who had gone out brought Marilyn’s clothes inside. Only then did his gaze, which had been fixed on her, slowly rise. Perhaps it was because Prince Hernis was personally taking care of her.

The terrifying knights who had been trying to kill Aiden just moments ago held up the clothes to Marilyn with the utmost courtesy. “Thank you.” Marilyn nodded as naturally as possible.

At Hernis’s gesture, the knights immediately moved the clothes to the chair in the center of the bathroom. The outerwear she had so desired was right in front of her.

“Are you going to, stay here?”

At her hesitant question, Hernis seemed to realize something and looked at the soldiers in the bathroom.

Jerome couldn’t have failed to understand his intention to immediately dismiss them so that Marilyn could change.

“Your Highness.” But Jerome only pretended to hesitate out of courtesy before attaching himself to Hernis’s side with a rather serious face.

“If the princess is left alone, she may commit suicide.”

“No, I just want to change…”

Marilyn’s eyes widened at the excessive speculation.

How could she explain that she had only realized that such a method was possible after Jerome had just suggested it? Of course, she had often thought it would be better to die during the past 10 years she had been confined to the castle tower, hated by the Empress. But that was just a small wish.

If she could do that scary thing herself, if she had the courage to do so in the first place, Marilyn would have bravely died long ago and wouldn’t be here now.

“…Suicide?”

Hernis’s voice, repeating the word in a low voice, was unsettling.

“The people of Dextin, whether commoners or royalty, are weak, and if left alone, they will surely die as they please.” No, that was absolutely not true. ”

Just this morning, Princess Thalia committed suicide, didn’t she?”

Marilyn didn’t even know why Princess Thalia had committed suicide. As if to mock Marilyn, who was at a loss for words, Jerome moved even closer to Hernis.

“There are already too few members of the royal family, and if this woman dies as well, tomorrow’s trial will be awkward. At least one person must stay and protect the princess so that she does not commit suicide as she pleases.”

It was a sufficiently political and rational reason.

Hernis seemed completely convinced by Jerome’s persuasion and nodded with a somewhat furrowed brow, and Marilyn looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Then, Your Highness.”

And only then did Jerome offer a brilliant idea, lamenting this unavoidable situation.

“Since she is still a princess, it would be better for you, Your Highness, to do it yourself rather than us…”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Aiden, who had been listening silently, staggered to his feet and glared at Jerome. Knowing the efforts Marilyn had made for Aiden just a moment ago, he wanted to stay still as if he were dead, but if he left things as they were, that beast would end up toying with Marilyn under some ridiculous pretext, so how could he stay still.

“I swear on my honor and life. The princess will never commit suicide…”

“You don’t have honor or life in the first place.”

“What?” It was always like this.

They didn’t even treat people like human beings if they weren’t from the Gler Empire.

“You’re pretending to be alive. Have you forgotten that your honor and life have already come under His Highness?”

“…”

That guy seemed to have been born to ridicule someone. Jerome, who had been sneering at Aiden, suddenly changed his face completely and made eye contact with Hernis with the utmost courtesy.

“Your Highness.”

Support What Your Majesty Desires