Chapter 60
“I’ve often heard that brides feel anxious before their wedding,” Aslan thought, “I never imagined I’d be one of them.”
Lysian looked up at Aslan blankly at his foolish question. After pondering his words, she suddenly burst out laughing.
“You’re asking such a serious question, and then you go and say something so silly. This isn’t how you have a pillow talk.”
Lysian laughed for a long time.
After a while, remembering what Aslan had said, she started slapping his chest and laughing.
Aslan was speechless at her unrestrained laughter and could only sit there silently, taking her slaps.
When Lysian had calmed down somewhat, she said in a playful voice,
“Our Lord Yilmaz is so cute. You’re always comparing things and getting discouraged. It’s charming, but…”
“I wouldn’t be like this if it weren’t about you.”
Aslan didn’t care about what others thought. He didn’t care if they laughed at him or anything else. But he wanted to look perfect in Lysian’s eyes. She was the woman he loved.
Lysian gently placed her hand on Aslan’s chest. It felt exactly the same as when they first met. She traced the outline of his muscular abdomen with her fingertips.
“How can I make you believe that you’re the only one for me?”
“Believe me. I do believe… but…”
Aslan’s eyes trembled like ripples on a lake as he said he believed her. It was obvious to Lysian that he was saying it because he wanted to believe it, not because he truly did.
Who would think this man was Aslan Yilmaz, the demonic warrior of the battlefield? Lysian felt a pang of sympathy for him.
Even so, the fact that Aslan was so unsure made her proud. It meant that he had never loved anyone this deeply before, and the fact that she was the only one for him filled her with a sense of accomplishment. But she couldn’t let him know that. Lysian swallowed her guilty pleasure and comforted Aslan.
“Then don’t doubt me. I don’t like using our ancestors to justify my claims, but our Blossom royal family has always loved only one king. I will do the same, and so will our daughter, the future queen.”
Aslan nodded at Lysian’s words, which affirmed the past and promised the future.
Aslan tightened his arms around Lysian. Lysian rubbed her forehead against the nape of his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist. They clung to each other like wild animals seeking each other’s warmth in a rainstorm.
Soon, a quiet silence fell.
But Aslan couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. The thought of standing proudly beside this lovely woman filled his mind more strongly than ever.
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Encouraged by Lysian’s praise, Aslan received high compliments in his next social dance class. Even Count Mugue, who was in charge of etiquette, had been unusually kind to Aslan lately.
Despite this, Aslan still felt insecure. The path to becoming a king was still long and arduous. Even with the compliments, he knew they were not due to his improved skills.
The comparison was always made to his past self. His objective skills were still at the bottom. He wanted to become a man worthy of Lysian, but reality made him anxious.
Aslan was lost. He struggled to do everything he could because he didn’t want to stay stagnant, but his skills weren’t improving significantly. He needed to become a man worthy of his queen faster and better. He had never felt such anxiety in his life.
Aslan shook his head and headed towards the next classroom.
The next class was on rhetoric, taught by Baron Gossypium, a man with a magnificent beard who had a habit of speaking in circles. Naturally, Aslan couldn’t understand half of what Baron Gossypium said, and as a result, his progress in the rhetoric class was the slowest.
Resolving to try harder, Aslan strode into the room.
However, Baron Gossypium was not there. A head of long white hair swayed gracefully as its owner moved.
It was Chrysanthemum, the former prince candidate, who had nothing in common with Aslan from head to toe.
“Welcome. You’re just in time.”
“…Why are you here?”
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