In his hot breath, I felt a clear desire. The feeling that he wanted to rip out every fiber of my flesh and every piece of bone and eat it. I can't stand it. I had to bite my lip, hold his shoulder and sob.
“S-Stop……. Ah.”
I trembled and begged. I tried to close my legs but his strength was too great. Even though I tried to move backwards, my back only touched the armrest of the sofa.
Cesar, take another deep breath. No, he's smelling. From his throat came a growl like a wild animal. And then, it began to conquer me, as if toying with its prey.
A small flame flashed before my eyes and then exploded. Something caught fire, then dried up. My whole body got goosebumps. The cold feeling has passed, the heat rises again. The fire gradually grew stronger, so hot that it seemed to burn my whole body.
Scared. I trembled because I was so scared. This is not the Cesar I know. Perhaps, the fact that I told him to stop but he didn't listen was because he was no longer the person I knew. Therefore, my plea did not reach his ears.
That thought made my tears flow from self-pity.
“Huh, huh, huh…… huh huh…….”
I couldn't bear it anymore, struggling and sobbing. I hate Cesar for making me feel this way. Tears kept flowing non-stop.
Then, Cesar stopped his actions and looked at me intently. Maybe because I cried so hard, he seemed a little confused.
“Uh, uh huh…….”
But suddenly he lowered his head and groaned for a long time. He was sweating coldly, frowning tightly, muttering to himself as if he were talking to someone.
“No, don't do that…….”
He shook his head vigorously continuously, talking to himself as if arguing with an invisible person. Looking at him like that, I felt something very strange.
But the more I think about the current situation, the more frustrated and unreasonable I feel, and tears well up in my eyes. My shoulders shook violently. I sobbed, punching Cesar's chest.
"You, you idiot. Sniff……. Sniff."
“……Ren, are you angry?”
After a moment of groaning in pain, Cesar asked me that question. At that moment, I felt: He was back. He was back to being the Cesar I knew, not the strange Cesar from before.
However, right now I am in such a rage and sadness that I can no longer keep calm.
“Very angry!”
I scolded him loudly, forgetting to adjust my clothes. Cesar looked sad and hugged me tightly.
For some reason, that made me feel even more sorry for myself, I burst into tears again. Once the tears flow, they don't stop easily.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Delfina is back.
“Your Highness the Prince?”
When there was no answer, she seemed to find it strange so she knocked on the door a few more times.
Cesar was distracted by the knock on the door, and his grip on me loosened.
Not missing the opportunity, I pushed Cesar hard. The hand that was holding me so strongly just now let go easily.
Everything was chaotic. I quickly adjusted my shirt and ran to the door.
Cesar was about to chase after me, but I shouted:
“Don't follow me!”
Having said that, I opened the door wide. Delfina's face showed confusion. She is pushing the food cart. The hot dishes she made for me were steaming and gave off a delicious smell, but I couldn't eat anything and had to rush out.
It had been a long time since Mathias arrived at the Moonstone Palace to greet the Queen in the morning. Missing a few days of greetings made his mother unhappy. The Queen was already upset after the recent conflict with the Prince.
"Glory to the Holy Cross, Your Majesty the Queen. How are you? Your ungrateful child begs to be seen."
“Hmm, it seems it's been a while since you remembered me.”
Queen Cornelia glared at her son's cunning smile. Mathias quickly stood up, stood next to the Queen and kissed the back of her hand.
“Mother, is there something else wrong?”
“Shouldn't I know better than anyone else?”
Mathias rolled his eyes and looked at nothing. What else is bothering his mother? There were so many things he could guess.
"Ha, it seems you couldn't figure it out, let me give you a little clue. Do you remember Count Montanari's Family?"
Mathias frowned. Montanari, Count Montanari Family…….
"Ah, you mean Lady Enrica Montanari? I remember."
Mathias tried to remember that in the middle of Lady Enrica's ample cleavage was a mole as small as a pea.
"Yes, it is Montanari. Count Montanari has requested an audience with me countless times just this month."
Mathias tried to remember whether the mole was real or fake. He couldn't remember. A series of images of women's breasts flashed through his mind. He couldn't determine which one belonged to Lady Enrica.
Even though he had vaguely guessed the story's clues, Mathias still calmly pretended not to know.
“What happened to the Earl in that countryside?”
Cornelia immediately became cold.
"Isn't it true that the girl from that family suddenly became pregnant with a child whose father is unknown, so she had to rush?"
“Ah, is that so?”
That calm attitude made Cornelia finally angry.
“‘Ah, is that so?’ Now you can still say those calm words? Are you planning on taking this opportunity to create an army of bastards to annoy me before you feel satisfied!”
"How is that possible? I don't want that army, and there's no need to give birth to a series of bastards like me."
Cornelia gritted her teeth and said coldly:
"You are a righteous Prince of the Empire. Don't ever say those words again. Who is a bastard!"
Mathias smirked, then glanced at his mother, seeing that it would be fun to make her angrier, so he rolled his eyes again.
“Um……. The child in Lady Enrica's womb?”
That stupid answer made Cornelia's blood boil, but she tried to control herself.
"You said it well. Count Montanari has requested a paternity test for the child in Lady Enrica's womb."
“Ah, I see.”
Faced with that calm attitude, the Queen seemed to be so fed up, she clenched her fists and breathed heavily.
“I'm tired of dancing to your tune.”
“Wow, our mother is really angry.”
Mathias calmly kissed Cornelia on the cheek. That indifferent attitude made anyone who witnessed him be surprised at his brazenness.
“If you get angry, your beautiful face will become ugly.”
Cornelia let out a reprimand, unlike her usual demeanor.
“That's because you keep causing trouble.”
Mathias whispered in Cornelia's ear:
“Mother will solve that problem for you, right?”
Cornelia's expression gradually softened. She narrowed her eyes and slowly tilted her head back, Mathias's arms wrapped around her neck.
Red hair as bright as the sun, blue eyes as cold as ice. Mathias is made up of Cornelia's best features. Both have the same gorgeous look. At first glance, they look like brothers, not mother and son.
Mathias clearly understands Cornelia's weakness. He knew clearly that he was the only weakness, the constant pain of this woman who seemed to be made of steel.
Therefore, he knows how to appease his mother. Know too well.
"I've already taken action. Honestly, those country people are so greedy that they don't know any limits."
“Sure enough, only Mother is worried about me.”
Mathias whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek again.
“Mati, this action is a bit lacking in seriousness.”
Cornelia's cheeks turned pink like a girl's.
“Mother likes it when you are rude.”
“It seems I have spoiled you too much.”
“Thanks to Mother.”
Cornelia sighed, gently caressing her son's cheek.
"Mati, you will be the future Emperor of the Empire. Therefore, you must not leave any seeds of discord now."
"I've heard that sentence until my ears are covered in scabs. 'Become the Emperor, Mati', 'You are the one who has the qualities to be the Emperor, Mati.' Emperor, Emperor, Emperor! Mother, do you see that you are becoming more and more like the parrots that you raised?"
Mathias imitated Cornelia's tone and teased her. Only he dared to act out of line with Cornelia like that.
"If not you, then who can be the Emperor? That idiot?"
“At least the old conservatives and allied leaders want that idiot to be Emperor.”
"They're just useless old-fashioned people. What do those idiots know?"
“Anyway, Mother, there are rumors that that idiot's condition is much better.”
Cornelia paused slightly.
"Really?"