# 59
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“Do what you can do. Do what you want.”
“…His Highness the Crown Prince.”
Mortega felt his heart sinking heavy. Dealing with two biographies was much more difficult than meeting a woman and getting to know her, or even more difficult than meeting a friend.
It was filled with fear and heat, making him uneasy.
“I want to be loyal to Your Highness. Please help me with the choice I must make. Is it possible that Her Highness Evelin… has regained her sanity?”
“Follow your own judgement.”
“Your Highness...”
“It's not me who determines where your loyalty goes, it's you.”
Sertin smiled softly. Mortega felt an inexplicable sense of defeat. He was obviously standing next to Siren, but he felt like he had been abandoned.
He has a feeling that Cyrtain will never allow him to fully approach him. Worry began to creep into him.
“Do you… need me?”
Certin looked at him with an ambiguous look, which made Mortega's lips tremble.
He felt as if he might be fired at any moment. Was it right for him to be stuck in this unrequited relationship?
Why? What did he do wrong to deserve this?
Mortega couldn't understand it. He was always honest, and yet Cyrtain was never honest with him.
Mortega's heartbeat became faster as he waited for Sertin's answer.
Sertain's lips parted.
Mortega stared at him, holding his breath. It was a moment where despair and hope intersected.
“As long as you prove your worth.”
At those words, his heart sank deeply.
Since we had a secret that should not be revealed, Sertin and I preferred closed places.
Cyrtain and I agreed that I would pretend to be a fool, because that would allow me to do what I wanted and make the Duchy of Spelman less wary of me.
In exchange for firing the servants and closing most of the rooms, I got my freedom.
“Huh...”
My toes curled as I sat on the couch.
A bottle of sparkling apple wine was in front of me. It wasn't high in alcohol, but it had a distinct sweet apple aroma.
According to Julia, this type belonged to the luxury line of juices, and its price was high.
"Enjoy a quiet evening with the Crown Prince, Your Highness. It's nice to have moments like this from time to time."
She said it was a gift from a friend. It's really good to have friends.
As someone who enjoyed beer with chicken and seafood with soju in a previous life, I was very happy.
My being shook when I felt the alcohol after a long time.
Oh, how I miss chicken and beer!
“How long has it been since you last drank?”
I muttered without realizing it. Although this is my first time drinking such fine wine.
"How long has it been since you've been drinking? Have you ever drank?"
"Yes."
It is assumed that this body has never been drunk before.
“Hmm, I drank sneakily. After entering the palace, I used to sneak into the kitchen at night when everyone was asleep...”
I threw that out as an excuse, but Sertin seemed convinced.
“Looks like a cute little thief has been sneaking into the kitchen.”
I smiled involuntarily at his comment. What's nice about that?
“Please pour me more.”
I suddenly extended the glass to Sertin, who was holding the bottle. Sertin moved his body to pour more.
The room's lighting sparkled above his long eyelashes as if they were carefully drawn. His transparent, white skin, and the contrasting color of his red lips...
The distinctive color of Sirtain seemed to be that of night.
While I was looking at him unconsciously, I swallowed. I didn't even notice that the cup was filled.
This heavy smell mixed with the smell of cider was the smell of certain.
I don't know why I feel so seduced now that I smell it.
I bit my lip unconsciously.
Our eyes met.
His blue eyes narrowed slightly, and as the candlelight reflected, a redness seemed to shine within them.
“I sometimes wonder...when you look at me that way, what are you thinking?”
"…I?"
“You look at me like you want to eat me.”
My face turned red, and my hands and feet began to shake.
I ?
Was...it that clear?
Sertin took the cup and bottle from my hand and placed them on the table.
His action was so smooth that I could only follow two walks with my eyes as if possessed.
Sertin intertwined his fingers with mine. It was a simple gesture, like children holding hands, but I felt my body getting hotter.
Come closer.
“Tell me, Evelyn. What do you want to do to me?”
My lips trembled.
What do I want to do with two biographies?
I didn't even know what that feeling was.
Certain was not aware, but I was thinking about him all the time.
His smiling face...his voice...his approach to me...
My heart started beating so hard I felt like it was going to break my ribs. I think I understood something.
I thought I understood a little.
Yes.
I was looking at this dangerous man, this man who could kill me.
It was in my heart.
I wasn't entirely sure of the nature of this feeling, but I knew that Sirten was dangerous, and that our alliance was temporary.
We had a common enemy, the Duke of Spelman, but what then?
Certain and I made no promises about the uncertain future.
Although we were bound together as a married couple, it was a marriage that was not at all of my will and his.
We were in danger.
Maybe that's why I was more attracted to him.
The lecherous demon inside me exploded.
I tilted my head slightly. The strange smell mixed with the smell of apple wine became stronger.
Our lips touched.
I felt the feel of his soft lips merging with mine, and my heart began to beat violently.
“Nothing makes you more honest with each other than this. I'm not saying get drunk, just as much as you can be honest.”
The soft voice that guided me to drink interfered with my chaotic thoughts that were now overwhelming me.
This is not a drunken error.
I did this willingly, just used the atmosphere and alcohol to help me be more honest.
It was an unforgettable moment.
“Ha...”
I pulled away from his lips, but I couldn't face him, so I lowered my head. What am I supposed to say now?
You're crazy, Evelyn.
Did you really do this?
I didn't know how to deal with the situation. I tried to pull my trembling hand away, but suddenly, his body pulled me to him.
"Yes?"
Sertin wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt like his hands were hot too.
I found myf between his legs without realizing how I got there.
“You can't run away, Evelyn.”
“I, I...”
It was like a tidal wave swept over me.
I felt like I was being swallowed whole.
All I can do is cling to it.
Sertin gently stroked the back of my neck, and I felt his short nails scratch my scalp, bringing us closer.
"Yes…."
I felt like my lungs were going to explode. I gasped for breath as I clutched at my navels.
“It's really rude of you to stare at me like that and then try to run away.”
He said it in a deep, low voice.
I was completely exposed.
He knew everything from the beginning.
I rested my forehead on his neck, trying to catch my breath.
Shit… he knew but he pretended not to.
I closed my eyes tightly, then opened them again.
Was all this intentional? In order to deliberately torture me……?
No, I don't think so. I don't know when I will realize my true f.
It was a mixture of intentional and unintentional actions.
My thoughts were all tangled in chaos. It was hot.
Sertin pressed his lips to my forehead.
“If you're going to look at me that way, you should at least be prepared for this.”
Ready for what?
I couldn't even think to ask that question.
Instead, I buried my head in his chest.
I was panting, and I couldn't do anything else.
I never imagined it would end like this.
But life always exceeds our imaginations.
“This is crazy.”
Sertin muttered softly, then pulled me closer to him.
I felt something heavy pressing down on my body, and Sirtain rubbed his lips on my ear.
"Are you doing this because you don't know? Or are you doing it on purpose?"
Our lips met again. This time with more passion.