The Duke's Wife

Chapter 23: A Little Trouble

Lilith's POV

"Wow... I mean wow," I deadpanned, laying on my back with my hips and neck supported by a pillow.

"Was yesterday a wonderful night, or are you speaking sarcastically?" Legis asked, sitting beside me, leaning on the headboard.

"Why don't you take a guess, my husband?" I replied with a fake smile.

He smiled to himself, and I scoffed, looking at his physique. I wondered what our relationship was now. It was the day after our first time, and this was the first time we both woke up together. 

"It's so unnecessarily silent today, don't you think?" I asked Legis, wondering why the boys weren't making noise during their morning training.

"I sent all of the servants on vacation yesterday," Legis said, and I was surprised. "What? Ugh—" I tried to sit up but immediately fell back down.

"So, it's only us," Legis said, removing the blanket. I quickly covered my naked body. "What.. what about Marianne...?" I asked, but he pulled my hands away, licking his lips.

"She and your maids were persistent and stayed back....." Legis leaned in for a kiss, and I looked away.

"I want to kiss you," he admitted.

"You won't stop with just a kiss..." I shook my head, and he chuckled.

"So it's fine as long as it's a kiss...?" His hands gently traced the outline of my body.

"You still won't stop at one kiss," I instinctively placed my hands on his approaching lips. Unyielding, Legis freed my hands and laced his fingers with mine, interlocking them.

"I don't want to stop either," Legis confessed.

"Legis," I murmured, my lips trembling, but he silenced me with a firm "Silence," and pressed his lips onto mine.

The kiss was deep and possessive, leaving no room for resistance. His hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire within me.

Legis pulled away slightly, his breath hot against my skin. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

I could only blush.

'It's YOU who drive ME crazy.'

Time Skip~~~

"Lilith, I want to ask you something." One day, during my time in the library, Jubelian entered the room, looking troubled. I looked up from my book and gestured for her to sit next to me.

"What happened?" I asked as she settled beside me.

She made a troubled face and explained that her ex, Mikhail's mother, had sent her a threatening note, promising to reveal Max's identity as her lover if she didn't visit their estate.

"What do I do in a situation like this?" Jubelian asked anxiously. 

Calmly sipping my tea, I replied, "Fuck them."

She scowled at my bluntness. "Hey! I'm asking you seriously." I shrugged. "I'm as serious as I can be."

Jubelian fidgeted with her fingers, looking at her hands. I leaned my head on my hand, resting my arm on the sofa. 

"I don't know why you're so worried. You're the empire's hero's only daughter," I said, and she looked at me, surprised.

"See, if you're not physically strong, then you should make use of your wits," I added nonchalantly.

"Can I be as rude as I want?" Jubelian asked curiously. "Why not?" I replied. "Break stuff, throw a tantrum, slap people. I'll take care of the mess."

"I mean, it's something I'm used to anyway.