The night of the reception began.
The smell of soil began to thicken as if it were about to rain. Iris was thinking in such humid air that she wished she had a sibling.
Because she wasn’t close enough to rely on her parents, she wanted another family member to confide in. Now, because Hayer could not be on her side, Iris was desperate for someone else to turn to.
“I couldn’t answer because there was a problem I couldn’t talk about before, but I like you too.”
It was a dangerous voice. A voice that tried to cover her eyes with a big hand, as if to pretend not to know that the end was just around the corner.
Knowing that, Iris laughed.
Were there one or two fire pits in the world? Was there an obstacle-free path without even a small pebble in your steps?
Iris, who just thought that and smiled, nodded. Then she reached out and squeezed Hayer’s hand tightly.
She thought maybe this strength wouldn’t be delivered well to Hayer, but fortunately he lifted up his hand held by Iris. Then he checked her hand, which turned white from exerting strength, and kissed the back of her hand.
“Well, then.”
When Iris raised her head at Hayer’s words, he said.
“Will you dance with Sir Peter?”
“Dance with my father?”
Iris, a little surprised, widened her eyes, which often looked odd. It was an unexpected remark, and it was surprising that he recognized the loneliness she felt for a moment.
“He may be waiting inwardly. It’s every father’s dream to dance with his daughter.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, perhaps… in that sense, I should have asked my mother for a dance and then taken her to her room.”
Hayer muttered to himself, then quickly shrugged his shoulders.
“There will be another chance.”
“Hmm…”
While Iris glanced at her father, Peter Wick, Hayer also looked at the other men. It was seen that he was checking the situation to see if it was okay to ask Iris to dance.
After thinking for a while, Iris noticed that her father’s eyes sparkled burdensomely as soon as she made eye contact with him.
Iris sighed deeply and said to Hayer.
“I can’t.”
Hayer burst into laughter at her words. And he accompanied Iris to the new bride and groom.
Celios asked the two of them.
“Are you enjoying the reception?”
“It’s fine.”
After Iris responded in an indifferent manner, Hayer politely asked Celios.
“Will you dance with me, if you don’t mind?”
“Hmm.”
Celios noticed that Hayer wanted to make time for the father and daughter, and pretended to think. Then she nodded lightly.
“Let’s do that.”
“It’s an honour, Princess Celios.”
While Hayer went out to dance with Celios, acting charming with his voice, Iris said to Peter Wick.
“Father too.”
“R-Really?”
Peter, who dreamed of this moment, quickly rose up. Then, escorting Iris, he went to the dancing garden, and started dancing with his daughter.
Peter couldn’t hide his emotional feelings from his expression throughout the dance. Then, Celios hit him on the back when they got closer while dancing. Nevertheless, Peter had tears in his eyes.
Peter asked his daughter.
“I… do you resent me a lot?”
Then Iris replied.
“I think there was no other way but to let me go, so I don’t blame you. I just don’t feel close.”
“Yes, I’m grateful that you think so…”
Peter answered earnestly and continued.
“Iris.”
“Yes.”
“I am ready to sacrifice my life for Celios and you at any time.”
“……”
“Always know that. If there comes a moment in your life when you stumble, your father will definitely come running.”
Iris didn’t answer for a while, then nodded slowly. A little more than any other day, she admitted that this was necessary.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
King Eswa headed to the basement of the west building to meet his wife. His expression was very distorted, and his stylish hair was somewhat dishevelled.
Opening the underground door of the west building without warning, he sat on the bed and shook Peonia.
“Honey, wake up.”
Peonia opened her eyes for a moment at Eswa’s words. Thanks to the stimulant given to her by Cadella, a little boy with good medical skills, she was still at the center of her mind, albeit vaguely.
Eswa questioned.
“When did you tell him? That Lassor family’s blood runs in Hayer.”
“……”
Peonia was briefly confused because she didn’t even know exactly that her son had known his father.
But soon she connected her thoughts and opened her mouth.
“You know it was something he couldn’t do without knowing forever.”
Eswa’s expression became complicated when she gave an unusual, complete answer.
While Hayer was visiting this place, he thought that it was fortunate that the measures taken against Peonia had worked, but on the other hand, he felt regretful. Eswa Lepos first fell in love with Peonia Asheri’s strong temperament, but Peonia, who had lost her mind, also had the advantage of not having other thoughts again.
But Eswa soon smiled, thinking.
“But now that I think about it, it worked out. Hayer is a Luwan, so wouldn’t it be a good thing for Luwan if he crossed over to Siere and became king?”
At his words, Peonia held back from wanting to snort.
She remembered that the reason why she couldn’t love Eswa even after getting married was because of that stupidity.
No, did he forget that he had severely tortured the ten-year-old? To believe that Hayer would consider himself a ‘Luwan’ even when he became the King of Siere.
Peonia knew her second child better than anyone else. The child was like an inverted chestnut shell. Smooth on the outside, but there were thorns where the kernel should be.
There was no kernel. This was because after his existence, which he believed in until the age of ten, was overturned, he was immersed in violence and fear at a time when proper fruits should grow inside. She knew it would haunt her son for life.
So the fact that he was a Luwan or whose son he was raised as was not important to him.
On the other hand, his son’s lover, a child named Iris Lepos, seemed the opposite. Peonia closed her eyes and recalled the images of her son and Iris at the wedding.
Iris had a smooth, beautiful forehead and nose. It had a traditional beauty and a sharpness that made others burn more in that beauty.
And how was she?
To some extent, Peonia was able to grasp Iris’s personality.
Peonia had heard through the Asheri family that she had plunged into icy water to avoid marrying Sid Lepos, the eldest son and the king’s heir.
In her eyes, Iris was someone who knew how to do things that were helpful to her.
Peonia thought Iris avoided marrying her eldest son because she was good at calculating.
What was good about being a queen? Sid would grow up just like his father. He would be a bad king, have many mistresses, and still cling to his wife.
The Asheri family was a family that settled like toll collectors on the border between Luwan and Siere.
Neutral, firm calculations. Therefore, it was only natural for the Asheri family to favour someone like Iris Lepos.
Peonia opened her eyes again.
Eswa said.
“Hayer will come to say goodbye, so please see him off.”
“Yes.”
Eswa said with a smile.
“Maybe you cheating on me and raising Hayer as my son will help this country.”
“……”
“Fate is a very ironic thing. If you think so, Peonia, when you said you wouldn’t marry me, wasn’t it good that you were forced to come to the wedding hall? Having given birth to a king of two countries.”
After Eswa said that, he kissed Peonia’s forehead and stood up.
Peonia hid her trembling hands under the blanket in an inexplicable sense of unhappiness. She thought it was easier to live when she was out of her mind.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
Originally, a reception in Luwan was a party that lasted for days. Celios and Peter’s wedding reception was also scheduled for three days.
Leaving behind the worry that the end of the world might be near, the guests danced, drank, and laughed until dawn. Then, when it was time to leave, everyone went back to their royal rooms or townhouses and prepared for the party that would continue from the luncheon the next day.
Iris, who had a heavy heart and weak stamina, was exhausted early on, so Hayer took her into the east building at a time when the music was at its peak outside.
When Iris stopped with pain in her shoes, Hayer lifted her into his arms from the foyer.
“What—what are you doing?”
Iris hurriedly looked around and noticed that all the servants pretended not to know. Only then did she embrace Hayer’s neck for stability.
Hayer said with a chuckle.
“Isn’t it comfortable?”
“…Honestly, yes. I never wore shoes that hurt like this when I was in the convent.”
“I see.”
“I don’t know why shoes hurt more when they’re more expensive.”
“That’s definitely something to be upset about.”
When Hayer, who was replying to Iris’s long-awaited whining, laughed, Iris covered her eyes and said.
“Don’t laugh. It’s serious.”
“I’m sorry, it’s serious but I laughed. By the way, you’ll fall down like this.”
At his words, Iris reluctantly lowered her hands. Then his eyes, which she looked at inadvertently, were gazing at Iris.
Hayer said with a mischievous expression.
“Ah, have I run out of stamina too? I can’t walk.”
“Then drop me off.”
“I’ll go if you kiss me.”
“…We’re outside.”
“There doesn’t seem to be anyone here.”
All the servants who knew that the two were doing this moved away, so no one was seen from the stairwell where they were.
Iris hesitated, then cupped Hayer’s cheeks with her hands and kissed his forehead. Hayer, whose lips naturally curved up at the lovely kiss, sighed again, causing the ground to sink.
“Ah. I also have a mouth.”
afterword
HE’S SOOOO CLINGY IM GIGGLING BRO HE LOVES HER SO BAD THIS AND CHAPTER 118 GET ME EVERY TIMEEE
The night of the reception began.
The smell of soil began to thicken as if it were about to rain. Iris was thinking in such humid air that she wished she had a sibling.
Because she wasn’t close enough to rely on her parents, she wanted another family member to confide in. Now, because Hayer could not be on her side, Iris was desperate for someone else to turn to.
“I couldn’t answer because there was a problem I couldn’t talk about before, but I like you too.”
It was a dangerous voice. A voice that tried to cover her eyes with a big hand, as if to pretend not to know that the end was just around the corner.
Knowing that, Iris laughed.
Were there one or two fire pits in the world? Was there an obstacle-free path without even a small pebble in your steps?
Iris, who just thought that and smiled, nodded. Then she reached out and squeezed Hayer’s hand tightly.
She thought maybe this strength wouldn’t be delivered well to Hayer, but fortunately he lifted up his hand held by Iris. Then he checked her hand, which turned white from exerting strength, and kissed the back of her hand.
“Well, then.”
When Iris raised her head at Hayer’s words, he said.
“Will you dance with Sir Peter?”
“Dance with my father?”
Iris, a little surprised, widened her eyes, which often looked odd. It was an unexpected remark, and it was surprising that he recognized the loneliness she felt for a moment.
“He may be waiting inwardly. It’s every father’s dream to dance with his daughter.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, perhaps… in that sense, I should have asked my mother for a dance and then taken her to her room.”
Hayer muttered to himself, then quickly shrugged his shoulders.
“There will be another chance.”
“Hmm…”
While Iris glanced at her father, Peter Wick, Hayer also looked at the other men. It was seen that he was checking the situation to see if it was okay to ask Iris to dance.
After thinking for a while, Iris noticed that her father’s eyes sparkled burdensomely as soon as she made eye contact with him.
Iris sighed deeply and said to Hayer.
“I can’t.”
Hayer burst into laughter at her words. And he accompanied Iris to the new bride and groom.
Celios asked the two of them.
“Are you enjoying the reception?”
“It’s fine.”
After Iris responded in an indifferent manner, Hayer politely asked Celios.
“Will you dance with me, if you don’t mind?”
“Hmm.”
Celios noticed that Hayer wanted to make time for the father and daughter, and pretended to think. Then she nodded lightly.
“Let’s do that.”
“It’s an honour, Princess Celios.”
While Hayer went out to dance with Celios, acting charming with his voice, Iris said to Peter Wick.
“Father too.”
“R-Really?”
Peter, who dreamed of this moment, quickly rose up. Then, escorting Iris, he went to the dancing garden, and started dancing with his daughter.
Peter couldn’t hide his emotional feelings from his expression throughout the dance. Then, Celios hit him on the back when they got closer while dancing. Nevertheless, Peter had tears in his eyes.
Peter asked his daughter.
“I… do you resent me a lot?”
Then Iris replied.
“I think there was no other way but to let me go, so I don’t blame you. I just don’t feel close.”
“Yes, I’m grateful that you think so…”
Peter answered earnestly and continued.
“Iris.”
“Yes.”
“I am ready to sacrifice my life for Celios and you at any time.”
“……”
“Always know that. If there comes a moment in your life when you stumble, your father will definitely come running.”
Iris didn’t answer for a while, then nodded slowly. A little more than any other day, she admitted that this was necessary.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
King Eswa headed to the basement of the west building to meet his wife. His expression was very distorted, and his stylish hair was somewhat dishevelled.
Opening the underground door of the west building without warning, he sat on the bed and shook Peonia.
“Honey, wake up.”
Peonia opened her eyes for a moment at Eswa’s words. Thanks to the stimulant given to her by Cadella, a little boy with good medical skills, she was still at the center of her mind, albeit vaguely.
Eswa questioned.
“When did you tell him? That Lassor family’s blood runs in Hayer.”
“……”
Peonia was briefly confused because she didn’t even know exactly that her son had known his father.
But soon she connected her thoughts and opened her mouth.
“You know it was something he couldn’t do without knowing forever.”
Eswa’s expression became complicated when she gave an unusual, complete answer.
While Hayer was visiting this place, he thought that it was fortunate that the measures taken against Peonia had worked, but on the other hand, he felt regretful. Eswa Lepos first fell in love with Peonia Asheri’s strong temperament, but Peonia, who had lost her mind, also had the advantage of not having other thoughts again.
But Eswa soon smiled, thinking.
“But now that I think about it, it worked out. Hayer is a Luwan, so wouldn’t it be a good thing for Luwan if he crossed over to Siere and became king?”
At his words, Peonia held back from wanting to snort.
She remembered that the reason why she couldn’t love Eswa even after getting married was because of that stupidity.
No, did he forget that he had severely tortured the ten-year-old? To believe that Hayer would consider himself a ‘Luwan’ even when he became the King of Siere.
Peonia knew her second child better than anyone else. The child was like an inverted chestnut shell. Smooth on the outside, but there were thorns where the kernel should be.
There was no kernel. This was because after his existence, which he believed in until the age of ten, was overturned, he was immersed in violence and fear at a time when proper fruits should grow inside. She knew it would haunt her son for life.
So the fact that he was a Luwan or whose son he was raised as was not important to him.
On the other hand, his son’s lover, a child named Iris Lepos, seemed the opposite. Peonia closed her eyes and recalled the images of her son and Iris at the wedding.
Iris had a smooth, beautiful forehead and nose. It had a traditional beauty and a sharpness that made others burn more in that beauty.
And how was she?
To some extent, Peonia was able to grasp Iris’s personality.
Peonia had heard through the Asheri family that she had plunged into icy water to avoid marrying Sid Lepos, the eldest son and the king’s heir.
In her eyes, Iris was someone who knew how to do things that were helpful to her.
Peonia thought Iris avoided marrying her eldest son because she was good at calculating.
What was good about being a queen? Sid would grow up just like his father. He would be a bad king, have many mistresses, and still cling to his wife.
The Asheri family was a family that settled like toll collectors on the border between Luwan and Siere.
Neutral, firm calculations. Therefore, it was only natural for the Asheri family to favour someone like Iris Lepos.
Peonia opened her eyes again.
Eswa said.
“Hayer will come to say goodbye, so please see him off.”
“Yes.”
Eswa said with a smile.
“Maybe you cheating on me and raising Hayer as my son will help this country.”
“……”
“Fate is a very ironic thing. If you think so, Peonia, when you said you wouldn’t marry me, wasn’t it good that you were forced to come to the wedding hall? Having given birth to a king of two countries.”
After Eswa said that, he kissed Peonia’s forehead and stood up.
Peonia hid her trembling hands under the blanket in an inexplicable sense of unhappiness. She thought it was easier to live when she was out of her mind.
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
Originally, a reception in Luwan was a party that lasted for days. Celios and Peter’s wedding reception was also scheduled for three days.
Leaving behind the worry that the end of the world might be near, the guests danced, drank, and laughed until dawn. Then, when it was time to leave, everyone went back to their royal rooms or townhouses and prepared for the party that would continue from the luncheon the next day.
Iris, who had a heavy heart and weak stamina, was exhausted early on, so Hayer took her into the east building at a time when the music was at its peak outside.
When Iris stopped with pain in her shoes, Hayer lifted her into his arms from the foyer.
“What—what are you doing?”
Iris hurriedly looked around and noticed that all the servants pretended not to know. Only then did she embrace Hayer’s neck for stability.
Hayer said with a chuckle.
“Isn’t it comfortable?”
“…Honestly, yes. I never wore shoes that hurt like this when I was in the convent.”
“I see.”
“I don’t know why shoes hurt more when they’re more expensive.”
“That’s definitely something to be upset about.”
When Hayer, who was replying to Iris’s long-awaited whining, laughed, Iris covered her eyes and said.
“Don’t laugh. It’s serious.”
“I’m sorry, it’s serious but I laughed. By the way, you’ll fall down like this.”
At his words, Iris reluctantly lowered her hands. Then his eyes, which she looked at inadvertently, were gazing at Iris.
Hayer said with a mischievous expression.
“Ah, have I run out of stamina too? I can’t walk.”
“Then drop me off.”
“I’ll go if you kiss me.”
“…We’re outside.”
“There doesn’t seem to be anyone here.”
All the servants who knew that the two were doing this moved away, so no one was seen from the stairwell where they were.
Iris hesitated, then cupped Hayer’s cheeks with her hands and kissed his forehead. Hayer, whose lips naturally curved up at the lovely kiss, sighed again, causing the ground to sink.
“Ah. I also have a mouth.”
afterword
HE’S SOOOO CLINGY IM GIGGLING BRO HE LOVES HER SO BAD THIS AND CHAPTER 118 GET ME EVERY TIMEEE
