The surviving princess {Liskook}

Chapter 47

The rainy season came and ended earlier than usual this year.

For over two weeks, Jungkook stayed by Lisa’s side, and thanks to him, Lisa gradually dispelled the fear in her heart.

Eventually, as long as there were no thunderstorms, she didn’t need to block her ears. She became able to handle the sound of rain without fear, so the paper plugs were removed from her ears.

Around this time, Lisa began to quietly watch Jungkook’s face not only in the early morning but also during the day.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Jungkook asked.

“…It’s nothing.”

Lisa couldn’t believe that a man like her husband existed. It was like a dream that a knight more wonderful than a prince in a fairy tale treated someone like her so well and considered her family.

She stared at him, wondering if the person in front of her was real or a figment of her imagination. But explaining that seemed embarrassing.

“I would like to know why you keep looking at me with that expression. If you don’t tell me, I won’t know,” Jungkook pressed.

“No, it’s nothing,” she insisted.

When she continued to look at him without explaining, Jungkook became anxious.

Today, seeing her face turn red as she looked away, he felt he had an inkling of what it might be. Jungkook sat in his office and called for one of his knights.

“Commander, did you intend to meet Sir Bahrain? He said you summoned him,” the knight said.

“Bambam, please step out for a moment,” Jungkook instructed.

As always, Bambam left the room without protest. Sir Bahrain, who had become a symbol of fertility within the knights, began to sweat nervously during his private meeting with the commander again.

“I heard your sixth child was born recently,” Jungkook said.

“Oh, you didn’t have to mention it… Thank you,” Bahrain replied, surprised by the unexpected kindness from the commander.

Handing over a suitable gift, Jungkook watched as Bahrain gratefully accepted it.

“Your first child is a daughter, right?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes, the first, third, and fifth are daughters. The second and fourth are sons. It was the turn for a son, but the sixth was a daughter, breaking the pattern we had worked so hard to build,” Bahrain said, jokingly.

Jungkook didn’t laugh. “How old are your eldest and third daughters?”

“Fifteen and eleven. They’ve grown up and don’t even respond when their father talks to them,” Bahrain answered.

The ages were just right. Jungkook adjusted his posture and asked, “How should one deal with adolescent girls?”

“…Well, I…” Bahrain stammered, bewildered by the question, but answered earnestly, “My wife nags me to make sure I’m clean and don’t smell in front of the children.”

This didn’t apply to Jungkook, who washed every morning and evening due to the summer heat.

“And she told me to only hug them lightly on the shoulders. No more carrying them around or having them sit on my lap,” Bahrain added.

This was challenging for Jungkook, who furrowed his brow.

“My wife insists that once daughters are over ten, I should treat them like the neighbor’s kids. Even our seven-year-old runs away from my stubble, saying it’s prickly,” Bahrain continued.