Rebirth Of The Duke's Daughter

Chapter 194

"I understand now," Mila murmured, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She hadn't realized that Kayla's kingdom had such unique customs and allowances. 'I really need to study more about the different kingdoms and their curses,' she thought to herself, a tinge of regret settling in. She had always prided herself on being well-prepared, but this oversight made her feel a bit inadequate. If her teacher was here now, then she would be lectured for not paying attention.

As Mila stood lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Ambrose quietly stepping closer. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her gently into his embrace. Before she could react, she felt the playful nip of his teeth on the back of her neck, a light and teasing bite that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Ack!" Mila gasped, turning quickly to face him, her eyes wide with surprise. "What are you thinking?" She asked, a mix of exasperation and amusement in her voice. She knew all too well that when Ambrose became clingy like this, it often led to something more—something that would leave them both breathless and completely absorbed in each other.

Ambrose met her gaze, his expression both serious and mischievous. "You can't hug any man or woman unless it's your husband. Understand?" His voice was low, almost a growl, as he tightened his hold on her waist. His protective nature, usually endearing, had a possessive edge to it now. He didn't want anyone else, man or woman, to share the closeness that was meant only for them.

Mila's heart softened at his words, and she couldn't help but smile. "I understand," she replied, her voice gentle. "But next time, just tell me ahead of time." She appreciated his protectiveness, even if it sometimes bordered on jealousy. The warmth of his embrace and the sincerity in his eyes made her feel cherished, reminding her of the deep bond they shared.

As the tension between them eased, Mila reached over to turn off the lamp, plunging the room into a soft darkness. The only light now came from the moon filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Ambrose guided her to the bed, where they both settled down for the night, still wrapped in each other's arms.

The room was quiet, filled only with the sounds of their steady breathing as they lay close, the worries of the day slowly fading away. Mila nestled into Ambrose's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek. His presence was a constant source of comfort and security, and in moments like this, she felt truly at peace.

Ambrose's hand stroked her hair gently, his touch soothing as he whispered, "Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight," Mila whispered back, her voice soft and filled with affection. As they drifted off to sleep, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love a steadfast anchor in the midst of uncertainty.

***

"Your Highness, we are ready and well-prepared," one of the mana hunters announced, his voice steady despite the tension that hung in the air. The group knelt before Prince Leroy, their eyes downcast in submission as they awaited his command.

Leroy stood above them, his eyes dark with a power that had twisted his once noble features. His gaze swept over the group, noting the fear and obedience etched into their faces. They had spent countless hours planning and honing their strategies, and now the moment had come to set their plans in motion.

"Good," Leroy said, his voice cold and commanding. "Now, it is time to send out the invitations." There was a cruel satisfaction in his tone, a reflection of the corruption that had taken root deep within him. Over time, the quest for power had consumed him entirely, warping his mind and body until all that remained was a hunger that could never be sated.

A dark aura surrounded Leroy as he spoke, the mana he had accumulated swirling around him like a malevolent storm. He reveled in the feeling, the intoxicating sensation of immense power coursing through his veins. "All of this power is exactly what I needed," he murmured, more to himself than to those kneeling before him. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he added, "Be sure not to mess anything up, or else..."