“Elysia.”
A soft, tender voice surrounded Elisia.
She looked at Franz with eyes full of fear.
The moonlight drew beautiful lines on his face.
Franz's gaze was focused only on Elysia.
Her heart, facing towards him, began to beat slowly...but powerfully.
“You didn't…”
Elysia's lips moved slightly.
She held on to the door handle without even closing it.
“You didn't drink.”
At her low muttering, Franz's straight eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He seemed to be trying to understand her words.
It was a very trivial question.
However, he seemed to be thinking of a deep meaning.
“I thought about it.”
Elysia shuddered.
Franz's hand gently cupped the doorknob.
His strong hand gently cupped hers.
He removed her hand from the handle in a natural way.
Without realizing it, the distance between them shrank.
Elisia raised her head and stared at Franz.
Her breath gently touched his hair.
She stared numbly at his gently swaying golden hair.
Had she ever seen Franz up close like this?
Have they ever encountered each other so intimately?
If that had happened, she would have known that his eyes weren't just gold.
She would have seen black and brown and bright gold intertwined in his irises.
She would have known that his eyelashes were pitch black.
She would have realized that his pale skin was due to his low body temperature...
'Very cold.'
Suddenly, Elisia looked at Franz's hand that was holding hers.
While she was looking at the veined back of his hand, his deep voice came from above her.
“May I come in?”
Polite question.
Elysia blinked in surprise.
Franz was still standing at the door.
It's only now that she realizes that she left him there the whole time.
'Why was I rushing like that?'
Her face flushed hotly.
Just seeing him up close made her stunned.
Where did that Elysia go, who swore not to be affected by Franz's beauty?
She swallowed silently, hoping that her tone would not tremble, and opened her mouth slowly.
“This is your room, Your Highness.
You do not need my permission.”
“From today, it is also my wife’s room.”
“My room is just next to it...”
“Please, don’t say that.”
When Elisia turned her head, Franz came closer, and she closed her mouth.
Without hesitation, he closed the door and entered the room.
The sound of the door closing echoed in the place.
Elisia remained standing, still holding his hand.
Franz raised her hand and kissed the back of it.
His deep, captivating gaze flooded her eyes.
“From now on, you are my mistress.
Everything I have, is yours.”
His breath gently touched her skin.
He showered her hand with soft kisses, as if she were his most precious possession in the world.
With every kiss, her heart beat faster.
'What is he doing?'
Elisia stared at him in amazement.
She couldn't understand his actions.
Why does he act like he's her servant?
As if he wouldn't do anything without her permission?
This first night was very different from what she remembered—and it confused her.
He gave her one last kiss on the hand and spoke seriously: “Please... allow me.”
“Let me do what?”
“To be your husband.
To hold you tonight.”
“Is this something that needs my permission?”
At her question, Franz let go of her hand.
Elysia instinctively took a step back.
Fear crept into her heart that it would suddenly explode.
To scream at her and abuse her as in her previous life.
To change in an instant.
“I will do nothing without your permission.”
But will he really?
Franz standing before her now seemed like a completely different person.
He knelt humbly before her.
Elisia was confused by his movement, so she took a step back.
Her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she fell lightly on it.
When it hit, rose petals flew into the air.
Elysia watched the petals fall in front of her.
Before she touched the ground under the moonlight, she gasped at the scene before her.
Franz Eustace.
The Son of the Sun, the Second Prince of the Laurent Empire, was kneeling in front of her.
“Your Highness!”
“Please...give me permission.”
His knee touched the soft carpet.
He put his hands on her knees and begged.
“I want to connect our souls together, Liz.”
His hand rose gently.
He wiped her cheek with his large palm.
He pushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear and whispered, “Tell me you want me.”
Please.
Elisia bit her lip hard.
And that was the end.
Her resistance...ended at that moment.
Elysia tried to console herself.
This was inevitable.
Only by being a partner in the spiritual bonding ritual will she have the right to neutralize Franz's energy.
In order to neutralize his energy later, they must be connected first.
There was no choice.
“Ah...”
But, why was her heart trembling with such sweet pain?
Lying in bed, Elisia looked at Franz, who was towering over her with his weight.
His upper body was naked, and he was staring at her intently.
His defined muscles move gracefully with every movement above.
Elisia let out a soft moan, her body moving in sync with his rhythm.
Franz was clinging to her desperately.
“Liz...”
She was not enough for him.
The night had just begun.
As soon as she gave him permission, he attacked her like a monster.
As if he had not quietly asked for her approval a moment ago.
He couldn't contain his hunger, so he tore off her clothes and devoured her lips.
He buried his nose in her neck and shoulders, inhaling her scent deeply.
As if he couldn't live without her.
Pinned under his body, Elisia swallowed.
His hot breath on her neck clearly revealed his tension.
“Wait...”
“No.”
When she tried to move uncomfortably, Franz suddenly sat up.
He couldn't bear his frustration, so he violently gripped her neck.
Then, as he pinned her under him, he took off his clothes in the moonlight.
His elegant clothes were piled disfigured on the floor.
He gasped, muttering to himself: “I can’t stop.”
impossible.
Elisia stared at him in amazement, her face burning as she looked at his sculpted body.
She had never seen him completely naked before.
In the past, he only exposed a little of his body.
His actions always said he wanted to reduce his physical contact with her.
It broke her heart every time.
But this was the first time that Franz showed a desire that he could not hide.
“I'm yours, Liz.”
Her thighs.
With a low roar, Franz pounced on her again.
Elisia opened her mouth helplessly, receiving his hot breath.
Moments before, his body had been cold—now it was burning.
“Ah...”
Franz kissed her and took both her hands.
He pressed them onto the bed, trapping her in his arms.
“Franz...”
She gasped, uttering his name.
His behavior was strange to her.
Elisia had never known a night like this before.
The first night was terrible.
Mere physical contact with Franz meant humiliation.
She had never known this fire burning inside her.
“Liz...”
She had never known Franz to want her so madly.
When his hand slid under her skirt, Elisia shuddered.
Her body sagged and became uncontrollably hot.
The memories of that horrible night began to be colored with overwhelming emotion.