#60
Their bodies had intertwined many times before, but perhaps because it was their first time after marriage, or because they hadn’t touched for a month, they hastily undressed each other as if quenching a thirst. No, Anture couldn’t even wait to fully undress Enrique before pushing him onto the bed.
They tangled messily on the bed, not even fully undressed. Though Enrique felt it too, Anture especially seemed to have no patience for foreplay as he urgently groped Enrique’s backside. With just Anture’s kisses and their half-naked bodies exploring each other, Enrique was already wet. Confirming this, Anture attempted penetration without hesitation.
Anture entered Enrique eagerly and roughly, like a boy experiencing his first time. Enrique’s body, now thoroughly accustomed to Anture, welcomed even this rough entry.
“We’re married now. No one can separate us. I love you. I love you, Enrique. I love you.”
Anture confessed repeatedly as he fervently ravished Enrique. In response to these almost desperate confessions, Enrique silently embraced Anture tightly, willingly accepting his rough thrusts. This was the best confession Enrique could offer.
*
Kisha tactlessly approached and poked various spots on Enrique’s neck.
“Wow-. How could he make so many hickeys? If your neck is like this, your body must be something else.”
“Well, they were locked up in the bedroom for three whole days without showing their faces, so it’s only natural.”
Julian said, eyeing Enrique with a mischievous look.
Kisha, unable to resist, tried to slightly lift Enrique’s clothing. Enrique swatted away Kisha’s hand and jerked his chin, gesturing for her to sit down. Kisha rolled her eyes as if to say “how stingy” and flopped back into her seat.
“How does it feel to be married? Is it good?”
Kisha asked, her eyes sparkling. Enrique silently shrugged his shoulders.
Beyond whether it was good or bad, he felt like he had nearly died.
Even before the marriage, he and Anture had already been intimate. He had called Anture to his bedroom almost every night. Honestly, Enrique had thought he’d seen all there was to see with Anture. But that was a misconception.
“It’s different after getting married, right?”
Julian said with a knowing look.
“Well…”
Enrique didn’t bother to deny it.
Unlike before, when they spent nights together and Enrique would kick Anture out before dawn, Anture now acted like a horse with its reins cut loose. Enrique was so overwhelmed by Anture that he couldn’t tell if the sun was rising or setting. Anture no longer hesitated to leave marks on Enrique’s body, busy all night biting and sucking all over, imprinting his traces. At first, Enrique had pushed him away, but later, he was so drained that he just lay there passively, with an attitude of “do as you will, kill me or let me live.”
“It’s obvious just by looking. He has a very possessive personality.”
Kisha said seriously, as if she were a fortune teller.
“Well, he is a direct descendant of the great Ruben Emperor, after all. Even that formidable Emperor, when his partner died, just wrapped up important state affairs and then immediately slit his own throat with a sword. The only will he left was to be buried together with his partner… There’s a high chance the Prince inherited that kind of obsession.”
Julian nodded and rambled on.
Enrique busied himself with drinking warm tea without saying much. His body, tormented day and night for three days straight, was beyond tired and on the verge of melting away. He barely had enough strength to sit with his friends. Even that seemed difficult to maintain for long.
While his friends engaged in a serious discussion about Anture’s stamina and obsession, Enrique just breathed heavily in languor. However, he had no intention of returning to the bedroom to lie down. The moment he went to the bedroom, there was a high possibility that Anture would follow immediately and pounce on him again.
Knock knock-.
There was a knock, and Pol entered. Glancing at him, Enrique noticed Pol’s expression was unusual.
“Your Highness.”
Pol approached and called softly. Julian and Kisha, who had been in serious discussion, stopped talking and looked at Pol.
“What’s the matter?”
Enrique asked, but Pol hesitated to answer, clearly unsettled. This was uncharacteristic of the usually calm Pol.
“Pol?”
When Enrique called, Pol took a moment to compose himself before speaking.
“A servant just informed me that His Highness the Prince barged into the Monta envoy’s lodgings and beat the envoy nearly to death.”
“…What?”
“He even broke both wrists of the unconscious envoy…”
Julian and Kisha inhaled sharply at Pol’s words. Enrique could tell that Pol wasn’t finished. He gave an urging look, and Pol continued with a troubled expression.
“And he took the ring sent by the King of Monta, which I had certainly kept safe, and forced it down the envoy’s throat. According to the servant, he said, ‘Keep it inside your body and deliver it to the King of Monta when you return.'”
“Good heavens…”
Kisha muttered with wide eyes. Julian wore a similar expression.
“So, what’s happening now?”
Enrique asked calmly.
“The Monta envoys rushed to where the Ruben delegation is staying to protest en masse, and somehow… it turned into a group brawl. The knights from both countries were even drawing their swords when I was informed. I’m not sure if it has escalated to bloodshed yet.”
Enrique quietly sighed and rubbed his forehead at this incident that was more serious than he had imagined. So this was why Anture had been unusually compliant in letting him leave the bed today… He had this planned from the start.
“Wow…”
Julian exclaimed softly. Then he clapped his hands and let out a dry laugh.
“As expected of a man with the blood of the Ruben Emperor. To make such a public scene, it’s like a declaration of war.”
“This must be it, right? It’s like saying, ‘I have no intention of parting with Enrique, so the King of Monta should give up quietly,’ something like that?”
“…Has my father been informed?”
Enrique asked, massaging his throbbing head. Pol nodded quickly.
“For now…”
Enrique started to speak and rise, but changed his mind and sat back down. What use would it be for him to rush there now? This was between Ruben and Monta. There was no need for Shamier to get involved in the conflict between the two countries.
“Just keep reporting to me as the situation changes.”
Enrique gave instructions with a sigh and waved his hand. Pol bowed and disappeared from the reception room.
“The Prince… He’s definitely not going to let go, is he?”
Kisha said cautiously. Julian thought deeply for a moment before nodding in agreement.
“That seems to be the case. If he had thrown a punch the moment he received the ring, it could have been dismissed as a momentary outburst. But he waited three days and deliberately invaded the Monta quarters. He beat them to near death in his right mind. This… it looks like he deliberately insulted and provoked Monta. In other words, it’s like saying, ‘Quickly abandon any thoughts of marrying Enrique.’ Don’t you think?”
Kisha nodded vigorously as she listened to Julian. Then, resting her chin on the sofa, she turned to Enrique.
“What are you going to do? It seems your husband doesn’t have the slightest intention of divorcing you quietly. Look at him causing trouble right after your wedding night.”
“I’m saying… No matter how angry Monta gets, what can they do against the Ruben Empire? At most, they might prevent Ruben ships from docking in their ports.”
“Then does our Enrique have to keep living with the Prince?”
“Well, if Ruben chooses war with Monta or Baron instead of divorce, that’s how it will have to be.”
Julian and Kisha exchanged words, agreeing with each other. Enrique clicked his tongue at his friends who seemed to be quite enjoying this situation. They had just gotten married, yet they still acted like immature children.
“Stop talking nonsense and go home now. I need to think about how to clean up this mess.”
Enrique said irritably. Knowing that Enrique couldn’t possibly be in a good mood right now, his friends shrugged and stood up.
After Julian and Kisha left, Enrique, alone in the reception room, heaved a heavy sigh.
He knew from the start that Anture had no intention of divorcing him. He also vaguely knew that Anture was planning to do something to break the agreement with Monta and Baron. But they still had four years left in their marriage term. He didn’t expect Anture to cause trouble this quickly.
“I didn’t think he’d openly declare war instead of working behind the scenes…”
Enrique muttered, his voice a mix of emotions.
While his head throbbed because of what Anture had done, a strange exhilaration also stirred in a corner of his heart. Reason and emotion clashed again. The rational thought that he should divorce in four years despite Anture’s interference conflicted with the affection he felt for Anture, who was causing such incidents just to monopolize him.
How much time had passed like this?
It was when the teacup had gone completely cold.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
