Who Stole The Empress

“…… Yes?”

“Don’t make me say it twice, Satin.”

“Oh, yes. I understand. I’ll send Lady Aranrosia Asha. In the meantime, can I take a look at Master’s condition?”

“No need. Just bring Asha.”

At Tamon’s decisive words, Jorge hit his chest hard, as if to say, “Look at that!”

That seemed to be the strange sound that Jorge had heard.

Satin was briefly distressed, then quickly turned away.

Fortunately, he met Asrell, who brought in Aranrosia.

“How’s your master’s condition?”

Satin shook his head briefly to indicate that he didn’t know either, and looked at Roselyn.

“Master wishes to see you.”

Roselyn nodded as if she knew, and stepped away quickly.

Just behind her, Cassion followed, but he couldn’t get in. For he read the urgency visible on their faces.

“Master is in the central bathroom!”

Roselyn moved her feet with all her might, leaving Satin’s words behind as he shouted at the top of his voice.

Her feet were so fast that it was hard to tell if she was walking or running.

Cassion’s gaze, which had been following her back, reached her feet. With a strange feeling, Cassion stared at her.

…………… Has her foot healed?

Roselyn was running without limping.

***

“They said he’s badly hurt!”

Thinking of Asrell’s words, Roselyn touched her throbbing left shoulder. She could feel the extent of his injury without asking.

As expected, the pain she felt at that time was not nothing.

Engraving connected her to him.

His name carved red over her heart, burning hot again and again.

Roselyn took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

“… I’m coming in.”

She didn’t bother to wait for an answer.

She slowly opened the heavy bathroom door.

Only 23 days.

They had only been apart for a little more than three weeks.

Considering the time she knew him, it wasn’t that long ago, but her heart beat violently.

Was this disturbing beating due to nervousness or worry?

The damp central bathroom of the main building was the very place where Tamon placed her when she first arrived at the mansion.

It was also the place where Roselyn slit her own throat.

She walked straight across the center of the familiar and unfamiliar place.

Through the dampness of the heat, she could see the silhouette of a huge man leaning loosely against the bathtub. His red eyes shone clearly through the faint smoke.

Ah, that was it. The eyes of obsession, full of appetite.

It was Tamon’s eyes.

—. One step, two steps, three steps.

As she got closer, the outline of his face became clearer. That, plus his left shoulder, which was turning pitch black.

Roselyn closed her eyes tightly, then slowly opened them.

—It didn’t look good.

That was a form of flesh falling off then forcing itself together for all to see.

The joints were tattered, perhaps because the arm was completely torn and reattached.

Looking at her, Tamon laughed.

“No matter how much, I’m still better than you back then.” 

(*He meant the time when she was tortured and left to die in the snow.)

His face was rough, as if he’d been through a lot. Roselyn scanned over his gaunt face, then slowly lowered her gaze.

As he did to her back then, she looked at the droplets that were hanging over his body one by one.

The last thing she looked at was his torn shoulder.

“The Iron Child is now coming with the Knights.”

“…… I know.”

Roselyn was inwardly terribly dismayed by his words.

She had gone to look for Arsene, but it was because she couldn’t remember the boy until just now.

Luckily, the look on her face didn’t give it away ……….

She was more distracted by Tamon’s injuries than the child she was looking for.

 ‘How can that happen?’

She thought he would never get hurt, but he came back injured.

On the one hand, her heart sank because her guess that he was injured was correct.

Yes, this had to be because of the engraving.

All the nerves that were being poured over Tamon’s injury, all the heartache that was driving her crazy, had to be because of the engraving she had with him.

Unaware of her confusion, Tamon laughed and held out his hand.

“If you know, why are you hesitating?”

“…”

“You have to give me what you promised.”

Promise…………….

“…Ah.”

How could such a thing come to his mind in such a situation?

Roselyn burst out laughing thinking it was ridiculous.

“Aren’t you being mean? I sacrificed an arm to keep my promise, but you’re being uptight about this.”

‘Is he really rushing me right now?’

He laughed as he said it, but the look in his eyes was too serious to be considered a joke.

After glaring at him, Roselyn slowly stepped into the water.

The temperature was high, actually it was slightly hot. It made her body heat up immediately.

She put her hand on his hand, which was held out to her as if to tell her to come this way.

Tamon pulled her gently towards him.

Roselyn approached him without resistance. Tamon held her hand over his lips.

His slightly rough lips grazed Roselyn’s palm.

He kept his eyes closed, gently tasting her palm to his heart’s content. His lips were now hidden.

It was a ridiculous fantasy, but he looked like a giant wild beast spoiled in the palm of her hand.

A fierce beast, accustomed only to her, indulging as if asking her to pet him.

“Ah….”

He rubbed his lips in the hollow of her palm, licking the scent, and looked up into her eyes.

His eyes were clouded with lust and Roselyn’s lips, which had hardened, spontaneously opened and she gasped for air.

Roselyn tightened her overflowing breathing as she chewed on the thin flesh in her mouth.

“…… How long are you going to make me wait?”

He bit down on her palm.

“I seem fine, but I’m in a lot of pain right now………..”

He frowned with a painful look on his face.

“I need something to keep the pain at bay.”

His gaze returned to his shoulder.

His shoulder was healing itself from the wounds through repeated necrosis and recovery.

It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be endured with a smile, even from the eyes of Roselyn, who knew pain better than anyone.

The sweat on his wet forehead must have been caused by more than just the heat of the water.

Roselyn moved her hesitant hand and gently brushed his cheek.

Tamon took a slow breath and closed his eyes.

As if to savor her tantalizingly quiet touch without missing a single touch.

The appearance was gentle.

Roselyn couldn’t help but shudder at the unfathomable pleasure.

A faint pleasure rising faintly from below her lower stomach.

Gradually, it spread and stiffened as it passed over her chest and to her neck.

It was a strange feeling of satisfaction.

Is this what it feels like when you have tamed something that no one else can tame?

This gentle look that the heavenly Tamon Krasis gave her. The hand gestures, eyes, and sighs…

Roselyn’s slender fingers slowly scanned his face as if savoring his expression.

His slender cheeks, the high nose that creates  long shadows, and his slightly rough lips.

‘I touch his lips, but why are my lips burning?’

A hot breath flowed out between Tamon’s slightly open lips. It was a mixture of sighs and moans.

Exploring it with her fingers, Roselyn lowered her head.

Not taking her eyes off his open lips, she faltered and slowly approached his lips.

Tamon looked at her with eyes full of anticipation and delight.

“Smile for me next time.”

For someone who was once dead, that was nothing special.

Roselyn’s eyes softened and curved, and she welcomed him with an almost touching distance.

“Welcome back….”

Tamon’s lips quivered. Unable to resist, he swallowed her lips roughly.