Do Flowers Bloom in the Fallen Land?

He would do anything, since it was Seira herself that he wanted. He didn’t approach her with the intention of procreating successors. Baron only wanted to prove his sincerity, thus agreeing to whatever it was that Seira demanded of him.

“I’ll think about it then,” she smirked.

The carriage gradually slowed down while she finished organizing her clothes. He pulled back the curtains slightly just to check outside, and then he announced, “Seems like we just arrived in time.”

“The coachman is competent.”

Baron said with a smile, “Don’t think of anything strange since it’s a beta. Pheromone blocking and soundproofing magic are casted on the carriage.”

“Oh… Is it that bad? Well, I heard it’s your taste with the carriage design,” Seira said cheekily.

Baron seriously considered whether to push ahead with them inside the carriage or not.

* * *

Unlike townhouses that usually only had a small garden in one building, the Jeff’s had to be traveled via carriage from the main gate towards the main building.

As the carriage arrived, Baron and Seira got off and were immediately approached by a familiar middle-aged man.

He bowed his head and greeted them, “How was your travel, your excellencies?”

Baron noticed Seira’s blank stare and whispered in her ear, “That is Noah, our head butler. He is Alec’s father.”

“Ah…”

Baron’s deputy knew her well. He was a cute alpha who would cower in fear in front of her, trying not to make eye contact.

“What about grandmother?”

“She was invited to join the Marquis of Tellon. Perhaps she’ll be back tomorrow afternoon,” Noah replied.

He tried as much as he could not to watch the war of nerves between Baron trying to hold hands, whereas Seira was doing the exact opposite and swatting his hand away discreetly.

“Good, then,” Baron commented.

He was currently in a situation that needed urgent attention, to which he responded to entering the main buildng with Seira in tow.

Walking towards the central stair, Baron instructed his head butler, “The third floor would be prohibited until tomorrow morning. Remember this, don’t let anyone barge in, not even if His Majesty comes to visit.”

“Yes, sir,” Noah replied.

The clever butler stopped right under the stairs without going any further. Baron and Seira proceeded to climb the stairs, and suddenly, Baron bolted.

“Why are you in a rush?” Seira asked him.

She smiled and looked at Baron, who was racing her to the third floor without a break. When they stepped foot in front of the Duke of Jeff’s room, Seira playfully pushed him in.

“If you know, why don’t you cooperate?”

Seira merely shrugged his comment off, and then shifted his attention to the room’s details.

The room turned out to be divided into two, one designed for the use of the Duke Jeff, while the other by his companion. It was divided by a wall, and there was a large and vibrant bed which could fit five to six people to roll around. On the outside, it was designed soundproof so that people inside could do their business lightly.

The last place her eyes came upon was the back of Baron, who stood in front of the desk without sitting down and quickly wrote a contract of agreement.

‘This is crazy. Why does he keep looking cute?’ Seira thought at the back of her mind.

It was amazing how he would do anything just so he could sleep with her, who was now the last of her family and the only pure-blooded Omega of their generation. Even as he wrote an agreement that he’d renounce his rights even if he had a child, it wasn’t because of his greed for succession.

‘Is this how much he wants to have sex with me? Well… he did admit I was his first love…’

She knew well that there were quite a number of people who were obsessed with their firsts. First love, first kiss, first sex. All of them meant nothing in her case, but she didn’t mean to ignore other people’s tastes either.

“Here,” Baron said as he handed her the written agreement.

Seira checked the items in the contract that Baron completed.

“What is this?” she pointed at the paper in bewilderment, “You want to date me at least three times?”

“I don’t necessarily mean this agreement to be purely about sex,” he explained, “Like I told you, I wanted you to give me a proper chance.”

She tilted her head and said, “You might change your mind.”

“What do you mean by that?” Baron asked.

“I believe your interest would probably fade once you get to sleep with me,” Seira said as she went over the paper again, “It may be burdensome to spend time with me aside from what we initially agreed upon.”

Like Aven, who pushed her back to consider her relationship with Baron, the chances were high.

“No,” came Baron’s firm reply.

Seira couldn’t help but to smile, “Well, I guess that would be fine so long as we only meet a few times.”

Grabbing the pen Baron held, she signed the contract which only had one condition from Baron’s side. She didn’t even give much consideration to it anymore, and handed it over to Baron who stamped it with his seal. After dividing two copies for each of them, there was one concern left to do.

“Shall I take a bath first?” she joked.

Baron’s eyes widened as his face turned tomato red, “Are you kidding me?”

Seira burst out laughing at the way Baron looked when he replied fiercely to her suggestion.

“Why? Is it too hard to wait? What is a few hours to seven years of yearning for this, right?”

Baron’s brows furrowed in the middle, as if contemplating the obvious challenge he was handed. Without saying a word, he suddenly threw off his jacket and shirt.

Seira gazed at him comfortably as she sat on a soft bed. Unlike her, who didn’t have much muscle in her body, Baron was simply perfectly well-built. She looked at him continuously, and somehow she became envious as she admired his build and the capabilities that came with him being a pure-blooded alpha.

“I’m just going to watch,” she teased.

“If that’s what you want, then don’t move a single muscle,” he said as he loosened his belt and threw it together with his pile of discarded clothing, “You stay very still, Seira Askan.”

With his patience wearing thin, Baron was going to rip apart all of his clothes, including that of Seira’s.