What Your Majesty Desires - Chapter 2.5

Marilyn gathered her legs awkwardly, her fingertips trembling as she pulled the front of her corset up as high as possible. He’d seen everything anyway.

“Closer,” Hernis called to her calmly.

“Um, could I have a little more time…”

“I said come here.”

“I, I’m not dressed yet…”

“That’s why I said come here.”

Hernis tilted his head slightly towards her. It was strange that what would have made soldiers’ knees buckle was just a little prodding to her. He had clearly told her to come closer twice, but she still couldn’t bring herself to move, just leisurely biting her lip.

Perhaps she thought the knights of the Gler Empire might follow him in, but Marilyn’s worries about constantly turning her head to look behind him were truly unnecessary.

How could she be so scared and still go up to the execution ground tomorrow?

“Your Highness, I, it’s difficult for me to go out like this…”

“Are you not coming?”

“Pardon?”

Are you not coming?

Hernis, tired of waiting, sighed deeply and reached out to her. Not to hold her hand, but to grab her.

“Uh, uh-oh.”

In an instant, Marilyn’s small body was pulled and collided with Hernis’ chest.

Suddenly embraced in Hernis’ arms, who was twice her size, Marilyn looked up with a flustered face.

Her round eyes, even more rabbit-like with the redness still in her eyes, were looked down upon by him with a completely unapologetic face.

“I don’t know much, so you’ll have to tell me.”

“Yes? Tell you what…?”

She didn’t even have time to finish asking. Spreading his arms and pulling Marilyn close as if embracing her, his strong fingertips quickly moved up her spine.

“Th-there.”

There?

She had been surprised so recently that she didn’t have any more room to widen her eyes. He swept up her back, which was wide open because she hadn’t properly closed her top, as naturally as if he were touching his own body.

Then, suddenly, he lowered his hand again and grabbed the bottom of the corset.

She wondered if he was going to pull the clothes down as they were, if this was what he had wanted from the beginning, and she even stopped breathing.

“The structure is unique.”

The words that came out of his mouth were completely different.

“It’s like…”

Maybe.

“A military boot.”

It sounded like he was teasing her.

“A-are you teasing me?”

“Of course not.”

The corner of his mouth subtly curved up as he denied it in words only. He was definitely teasing her.

“I meant that I’ve tied military boot laces a lot, so there won’t be any problems.”

“…”

She didn’t know how that meant that. But anyway, if the Prince said no, then it wasn’t. Half relief, half spitefulness. Marilyn, mumbling with unknown emotions, turned her head slightly to the side.

“Are you upset?”

“Of course not.”

She repeated the words he had just said to her and looked at him again. She was going to die tomorrow anyway. What did it matter if she was upset or not? His consideration, which seemed to care even for a moment, was confusing.

“The end of the string is sharp, so it’s best to stay still.”

“Oh, yes.”

That’s what she was going to do. Marilyn, who knew what he meant, just bit her lip in front of him as he kindly told her something she already knew. Stay still.

Whether it was a threatening order not to move no matter what he did, or a consideration that he didn’t want her to get hurt, only he would know the truth.

He stared silently at her flushed face, then slowly raised his hand.

And he gently brushed her damp golden hair aside. It was probably a measure to clear her back, but as a result, her bare shoulders, without a single thread, stood out. Marilyn was well aware that hair was not clothing.

She knew, but she couldn’t help but feel like she had been stripped one more layer in front of him. Marilyn, who had unintentionally revealed one shoulder, blinked with a bright red face.

“Don’t move…”

I said.

His low voice was about to scold her, but stopped.

And he pulled her waist in close. His brow was even slightly furrowed, as if he was annoyed that she wasn’t paying attention at all, even though he had said the end of the string was sharp.

“Stay still.”

He repeated the order.

“Ye-yes.”

Now she couldn’t help but nod. She swallowed hard and her heart raced. It wasn’t that she was feeling fluttery or embarrassed in this situation. To stop her heart from rebelling for some unknown reason, she held the corset tightly over her chest.

He wouldn’t be able to hear it at this point. While Marilyn was calming down, pressing down on her pounding heart, Hernis threaded one of the corset strings behind her waist into the opposite hole.

His words that he had tied military boot laces a lot, so there wouldn’t be any problems, were by no means empty words. With an extremely leisurely and skillful touch, he quickly went up to her shoulder blades and Marilyn’s troublesome underwear, which looked like a bent plate, gradually took the shape of clothing and clung to her body. It was good that she was getting dressed.

It was really good. But the more the corset fabric clung to her body, the more frequently his hands, threading the strings, touched her.

It might have been because she had just finished bathing and had spent quite a long time naked, but Marilyn couldn’t control her expression because his body temperature against her skin was so hot.

“Uh-oh, gasp!”

He touched her again. She had endured it well all along, but this time Marilyn couldn’t help it.

Hernis suddenly stopped and looked at her as Marilyn’s shoulder twitched as if she had hiccupped.

“You’ll get hurt if you do that.”

“I’m sorry. I suddenly felt a chill.”

After barely making up an excuse, she looked at him.

It was a very poor excuse, but he calmly continued what he was doing.

Hernis’ fingertips once again made a fleeting dot on her protruding left shoulder blade. Next was the right.

‘It can’t be helped if I want to get dressed.’

His hands were so big that she couldn’t expect him to avoid everything. It wasn’t like he was hitting her hard, and if she made a fuss about the occasional touch, he would think it was even stranger.

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