The Goddess Is Obsessed With Me [Complete]

Chapter 92

I was in trouble. I didn't know exactly what had happened, but it was clear that something irreversible had occurred. Oh my goodness, what a situation... What should I do now? Negative thoughts flooded my mind, and I desperately hoped the reality I was perceiving was just a misconception.

"Ugh..." Overwhelmed by a hangover and feeling dizzy, the situation I had to deal with only intensified the throbbing in my head. "Calm down, Harold... Not everything might be as it seems right now, let's take a closer look at the situation..." Clinging to any hope, I wished the reality I was facing was just a figment of my imagination.

I glanced around lightly, and the surroundings came into view. The wine bottle on the floor, the leftovers of our meal now cold, and our clothes scattered about... These were certainly the clothes Marika and I wore the previous night, thrown about as if removed hastily. And there we were, Marika and I, completely naked as if we were Adam and Eve who had just shared a bed.

"Oh..." The only logical conclusion that came to mind was that Marika and I had been intimate. What was I supposed to do now? 'If you cross the line... then I don't know.' Lusia's words naturally came to mind. In essence, I had been unfaithful, betraying the woman I was formally tied to for another.

What should I do? No solution came to mind. I couldn't just sit there, wasting time in this bewildering situation. It felt like my future was so bleak that I couldn't see anything ahead.

"Ugh..." Finally, realizing I couldn't stay naked forever, I reluctantly started to pick up the scattered clothes...

"Uhmm..." Suddenly, Princess Marika stirred.

"?!?" In that moment, I froze, holding my breath, trying to be as silent as possible.

"Haa..." Unaware of my turmoil, Princess Marika stretched leisurely, in stark contrast to my anxious state... "Harold? Good morning..." Despite my efforts to avoid detection, Marika woke up and lazily rubbed her sleepy eyes, greeting the morning.

"Eh?" She soon began to face reality and seemed a bit perplexed as she observed her current state. I was in trouble. The word popped into my head as I hurried to explain.

"Marika?! Uh... it seems like we had a bit of a problem yesterday!" I uttered in an unnaturally shaky voice, like an actor struggling on stage, and moved towards the exit, hoping to escape the awkward scene.

"Hmm..." However, Marika ignored my words and continued to inspect herself and the bed with a distant look.

"I can't remember exactly, but let's just consider it a minor mishap!" In a desperate attempt to flee the room, I came up with excuses and hastened towards the increasingly close exit.

Click. I reached the stylish door and was about to grasp the handle, overwhelmed by the urge to escape this situation when...

"Stop." Marika's unusually stern voice froze me in my tracks.

"Running away now would mean admitting your guilt and attempting to escape. If you leave this room without my permission, within an hour, a wanted poster with your face on it will be all over the streets," she threatened.

Gulp! Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and the once warm door handle trembled under my touch. I didn't voice it, but understanding her intent, I slowly released the handle and stayed in the room.

'I'm screwed.' With this realization, tension peaked, and cold sweat began to trickle down my forehead.

'Really in big trouble...' Realizing that I was facing a crisis like never before, I dreaded what Marika might say next, my heart constricting with fear.

"That's right, I expected Harold to make a wise decision," Marika said, nodding approvingly at my choice to stay. Honestly, despite my usual attitude towards her, Marika was undeniably a princess, a woman of high status and influence in this nation, someone not to be trifled with. "If you try to leave now, you'll be executed for committing a crime of sexual desire against a princess." The situation in the room was such that anyone would believe I had assaulted her. The disgrace of a commoner violating a princess – could there be a greater offense?