If I Disobey the Duke

Sowed (10)

Vlad quietly walked at her pace and asked her softly as they entered the courtyard, “Why don’t you like to be carried by me?”

“Well, it’s a long distance.”

“How many times have we already been through this? I’m not that weak of a man.”

“It’s not that you’re weak, I’m worried about you.”

“…Your husband is a man who won’t struggle even if he takes Valks and barges into Ataka. If that’s the case, don’t be stubborn and come here right now.”

Lily took a step away from him. She blushed in embarrassment and moved her large green eyes to and fro.

“I—I can’t. The knights will see us.”

It was difficult for him to understand.

“I’m just taking my wife with me. I don’t know what’s wrong with that.”

“…”

Lily had no idea where to begin. Biting her lips, she eventually turned her head and hastened her gait.

“Anyway, we can’t.”

Vlad frowned slightly as he watched her walk away from him. It was still difficult to understand.

But in the end, Lily had to raise the truce flag at the end. It seemed that her stamina had dropped tremendously.

As she climbed the stairs, she eventually had to tell him that it was difficult at first.

Vlad took Lily to her bedroom, washed her hands, wiped them, changed her clothes, and even laid her on her bed before he left the bedroom.

Lily, as if she had done an exhausting job, quickly lay down comfortably.

Vlad looked at his sleeping wife’s face for a long time before moving on only when the sunset fell across the window.

* * *

When the lord returned, the guards saluted. Vlad, who was about to enter the office, suddenly stopped and looked around.

“You should go.”

“I will take your orders.” The guards quickly left the front of the office. To let them go to work meant that tonight the lord did not want anyone in the office.

Vlad entered the office again. He took a deep breath as he turned his back on the door.

The scarlet light emitted by the setting sun colored the dreary office room with a dark red light.

They were together a while ago. But it felt as if they had been apart for months.

As he sat blankly in the chair, he suddenly noticed that the tabletop was messier than usual.

Reaching out to organize it, he saw the ivory-colored box with an open lid. He grabbed the box with a large hand and lifted it.

Lily’s eyes were on her newly developed gun and she didn’t seem to be able to look into the crate design.

“I have to change the box.”

After he muttered to himself, he put the box down. As he pushed it into the corner of the table, a foreign object caught his eye.

It was the shawl that Lily had left behind.

A shawl woven of translucent lace and pure white thread. It was as delicate and elegant as its owner.

It was completely different from the items in his office.

He reached out.  The fabric wrinkled in his hand. The texture of the lace flowing down his hands was like her hair.

It was as if a thread was woven with the silver light drawn from the stars. Fine hair that shone softly like a luster on the surface of the water.

“…”

Suddenly, je remembered the scent of her that was pouring into the bathroom as he washed her. Her scent was refreshing and distracting.

The feel of her skin that had touched his hand in the water still lingered in his palm.

Even her skin was seductive, soft and smooth as it was under his movements.

Her shoulders were stained red as if she was ashamed of revealing her bare body. The pink tips of her white, round breasts were also stiff.

“Hoo…” The hot breath that rose from his lungs spurted out of his mouth.

[If I could… get well faster.]

She was a woman who was guilty of lust and went to confess to her priest. Her whispering with her face like a ripe peach, her breath mixed with excitement.

But something else ignited his desires even more strongly.

[We live happily together.]

As he recalled it, his blood rushed in all directions. A longing, more intense than lust, difficult to even name, fluttered in his limbs. It felt like his head was going to explode or melt, or something.

Oh, what a word he had hoped for.

Happily together.

“Damn, Lily…” Vlad sword and leaned back against the chair. His blood flowed so quickly that he felt dizzy.

He took a deep breath as he grabbed his chest.

The shawl he held in his hands covered his nose and mouth. The scent of fruit permeated the depths of his soul as if he had stuck his nose in her arms.

The heat that had been boiling his head was seeping heavily downwards. It swelled up so tight that it hurt because he was stiff.