#92
“Still, what are you doing in front of all the knights?”
Enrique protested in a somewhat softened voice.
“Everyone knows you’re pregnant. It’s already amazing that you’ve accomplished this much. Don’t push yourself too hard.”
Being in Anture’s arms, Enrique suddenly felt all the strength drain from his body that he had thought was fine. As soon as he realized it, a wave of exhaustion and listlessness washed over him.
Fortunately, there was no one else on the way to the lord’s bedroom.
Upon arriving at the lord’s bedroom, a knight opened the door, checked inside once more, and then nodded. Anture entered, carrying Enrique. Despite the entire castle being in chaos due to the war, the lord’s bedroom was quiet and clean as if nothing had happened.
Anture carefully placed Enrique in an armchair in the bedroom.
“Wait just a moment. I’ll send Pol and the attendants soon.”
Anture said, kissing Enrique’s forehead. Enrique grabbed Anture’s wrist as he turned to leave.
“Where are you going?”
Anxiety inadvertently seeped into his questioning voice. Anture’s eyes widened slightly before he grinned.
“I’m going to interrogate the lord’s family. I need to find their hidden vault and empty it to fill your arms with treasures.”
Anture said playfully. Enrique narrowed his eyes. He knew Anture was indeed going to conduct an interrogation. But he could tell the subjects weren’t the lord’s family. He was probably going to interrogate prisoners to find things like Baron’s military maps.
Enrique didn’t like being left out, but this was unavoidable. Although he was the crown prince of Shamier, he had low combat ability and was pregnant. Watching the interrogation process where blood and flesh might fly could cause the nausea he had been holding back to burst out all at once, leading to an embarrassing situation.
“Go ahead.”
Instead of being stubborn, Enrique let go of Anture’s wrist. Anture took that hand, pressed his lips to the back of it with a smile in his eyes, and then left the bedroom, leading his knights.
“Your Highness, are you alright? You’ve overexerted yourself today.”
“It will take some time for the attendants to arrive. Let’s remove your armor first.”
The guard knights who had been pushed aside by Anture approached. Although Enrique hadn’t allowed anyone but Pol to touch his body since becoming pregnant, this was wartime. And he was unbearably tired. He felt that pushing himself any further might harm the baby. Silently, Enrique allowed the guard knights to help him remove the heavy cloak and leather armor that had been constricting and pressing on his body.
After removing the cloak and leather armor, breathing became much easier. Enrique raised his arm to smell his shirt. The scent of sweat wafted strongly. Suddenly, an unbearable feeling of discomfort came over him. It seemed the effects of growing up pampered in Shamier’s royal palace were showing here.
“I want to take a bath.”
Enrique requested a bathtub, knowing full well it was an inappropriate demand for the current situation and place. He couldn’t possibly sleep like this.
“The attendants will probably come up with everything prepared. Please be patient for a little while.”
Fortunately, only the guard knights who served Enrique exclusively were in the bedroom. Instead of objecting to Enrique’s words and actions, they were busy trying to soothe him, asking him to wait just a little longer.
Enrique closed his eyes, sprawled in the armchair as if he had collapsed. How long and grueling this day had been… It felt like a dream how he had endured that time.
“Your Highness!”
After some time, Pol’s voice was heard. Enrique smiled at Pol as he lifted his heavy eyelids.
“I want to wash, eat, and drink.”
When Enrique made his weak request, Pol nodded and began to militantly direct the attendants. Not long after Pol appeared, Enrique was able to enjoy a luxury that seemed impossible during wartime.
“I’ve deliberately adjusted the water temperature to not be too hot.”
Pol said as he scrubbed Enrique’s body in the bathtub. Indeed, slightly hotter water would have been nice, but it wasn’t possible during pregnancy. In any case, washing his body with water made him feel much refreshed. After putting on the soft, thin nightgown that Pol had meticulously prepared, Enrique was ushered onto the bed.
“I’ll stay by your side the whole time. Don’t worry and sleep.”
Pol said, bringing a chair next to the bed, apparently uncomfortable with leaving Enrique alone in an unfamiliar environment. Normally, Enrique would have complained about being treated like a child, but sleeping alone in the bedroom of the deceased lord was certainly not a pleasant thought.
Enrique was about to ask where Anture was but closed his mouth. Conquering a castle wasn’t the end. He could easily imagine how much work there would be in the aftermath. Anture was probably rushing about dealing with mountains of tasks by now.
Although it seemed like sleep wouldn’t come at all, his tired body betrayed that thought. At some point, Enrique fell into a deep sleep, not even realizing he was drifting off.
He had a dream. Even while dreaming, he knew it was a dream. It wasn’t a particularly good dream. In the dream, Enrique was standing on the walls of a falling castle. Soldiers swung swords and thrust spears at each other, creating a carpet of blood. Enrique walked, splashing through the carpet made of the soldiers’ red blood. He could see Anture standing tall in the distance. Anture reached out his hand towards Enrique. Enrique smiled, walked towards him, and took his hand.
Enrique opened his eyes. His mind cleared immediately, as if he had been sharply pulled out of sleep.
The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was something glittering. Blinking in confusion, his vision gradually cleared. Enrique looked around the bed and laughed in disbelief. Except for where his body lay, the entire bed was covered in mounds of gold, jewels, and gold coins.
“Do you like it?”
Anture’s amused voice was heard. Turning his head, Enrique saw him standing there, seemingly just out of the bath with wet hair, wearing only a thin white shirt and pants.
“What is this?”
Enrique asked, picking up and examining the jewels and treasures within reach.
“I told you yesterday, didn’t I? That I’d find the hidden vault, empty out the treasures, and fill your arms with them.”
“You should have given it all to me, what’s this?”
Enrique grumbled verbally, but his hands were busy pulling the treasures closer and playing with them. A satisfied smile spread across his face involuntarily. Anture chuckled deeply at the sight.
“Let me be clear, this isn’t a gift, it’s spoils of war.”
Enrique said seriously, clutching handfuls of treasure in both hands. Anture’s laughter grew louder.
“Yes, yes. I’m in no position to freely gift you even a single coin, so of course this isn’t a gift. These are the spoils our allied forces have obtained.”
They looked into each other’s eyes and laughed softly. The glittering spoils put them in a good mood. Well, in truth, hadn’t they seen this much gold and jewels in the wealthy Shamier? But this felt different because it was something they had won together.
“Come here.”
Enrique put down the treasures and beckoned to Anture with his finger. Anture’s eyes sparkled like a predator that had found its prey. He approached with slow, large steps. The dangerous scent of the beast who had fought fiercely with enemies yesterday wafted strongly. While it should have made him wary, Enrique found it wildly attractive.
Rustle-.
Anture pushed the treasures to one side with his hand. Then he put his knee on the bed. Enrique wrapped his arms around Anture’s neck and kissed him.
The kiss quickly deepened. Anture’s kiss, still faintly excited from yesterday’s battle, was somewhat rough. Enrique noticed that Anture, lying on top of him, was quite aroused. When he moved his hand down, he could feel Anture’s already fully erect dick.
“Hah… don’t provoke me. I’m dangerous right now.”
Anture whispered in a hot voice. His pitch-black eyes gazing at Enrique flashed dangerously. They were eyes desperately holding back the urge to pounce immediately. Enrique, meeting Anture’s gaze directly, slipped his hand into Anture’s pants.
“Ungh, Enrique”
As Enrique grasped the hot, hard dick, Anture’s body stiffened with a jerk. For a moment, Enrique felt proud, as if he had grabbed the weakness of the dangerous beast that had been rampaging and spilling blood yesterday. The thought of being able to handle this beast at will made his blood boil. Enrique moved his hand, caressing Anture’s dick and exciting him further.
“Ha-. Enrique, don’t do this. Ungh…”
Anture moaned lowly with furrowed brows. That suppressed moan sounded incredibly erotic. Enrique’s body heated up in response. He wanted this man right now. He couldn’t hold back. No, there was no reason to hold back in the first place.
