Chapter 141: No Danger Must Come

“…In any case, internal conflict in their land ultimately helps us out,” Igor muttered.

“Yes, of course, Your Majesty. It would prove difficult for them to make a move while internal strife continues. Besides, when I think about it, it’s good timing to have a blight hit Chrichton. If not, they’d have grabbed hold onto the opportunity to launch a counter attack.

When the boats of Chrichton had all sunk, blight covered the kingdom whole in a fortunate moment.

Some joked that the king of Arundell was a being able to peer into the future. Though it was Chrichton who attacked Arundell first, it was Igor the nobles residing in Arundell for treason that goaded Chrichton to wage a war at the right timing.

“How’s the preparation for the Kiritte Competition that’s to be held in a few days?”

“We’re making sure that everything moves as planned. The workers are searching every acre of the hunting grounds to make sure that it’s safe.”

“Since my wife will be participating in the sports herself, you make sure that there’s not a single danger that presents itself when the time comes.”

Basil smiled. His eyebrows narrowed thereafter.

“But besides that… I think you need to be careful with your expressions in front of Her Majesty. She’s quite innocent still, and she had only asked if you wanted a bite of the fruit, but from others eyes, you looked like you wanted to eat not the fruit but her right there and there. Goodness, My King, to tempt her in broad daylight… have you become the king of seduc—”

“If you have nothing else to say, stop spouting useless things and get out!” Igor growled, voice menacing.

Basil bit his tongue, holding back his laughter. He bowed to the king and quickly left the room.

As Igor was left alone in the room, he rubbed his face with his hand.

Because of Basil’s reminder a moment ago, the image of her face from that scene suddenly came to mind. Soon as he saw her take a bit of the fruit and lick the leftover juice on her lips with her red tongue, fire surged down his lower area and he felt a powerful urge to send everyone away before pushing her to the table and embracing her.

He desired to see her shiver in ecstasy each time he pushed himself inside her, similar to their passionate night the day before.

It was as if he was drinking seawater.

He’d embrace her over and over out of thirst, but it was inadequate and his thirst grew even more. At first, he only wished that she’d not hate him, but god… the touch of her skin, her lips, the tightness of her entrance… it was too much. He found himself wanting more.

And when he realized that she didn’t detest his touches, he grew wanting more. He’d probably be able to satisfy his urges if he was able to do as much as he desired, but unfortunately, her stamina couldn’t keep up.

Which was why he suggested spending a day outside the palace grounds. They could spend the whole day rolling and turning around in the bed making love and enjoying dishes made with natural ingredients.

It would be a day meant only for them.

It’ll be special. It was something he’d never dare think about in the past.