I Got Isekai'd, Well Shyt! Vol. 1, 2, and 3

Vol.3 I Might Forgive You 🦴

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the city, the first sliver of the twin moons began to appear in the darkening sky. The resonant blast of horns filled the air, signaling the long-awaited arrival of the King at the Eastern gate of Lomar. A palpable excitement rippled through the crowd as the King mounted on a majestic steed, made his regal entrance into the city. His subjects erupted into cheers and applause, their voices blending with the sounds of music and revelry that filled the air. Amidst the jubilant throng, Cyndre maintained a composed countenance, acknowledging the crowd with intermittent waves and smiles. However, his thoughts were consumed by the anticipation of reuniting with his beloved wife and, above all, his precious son.

As the king's convoy rolled through the grand gates of the Royal Estate, the polished armor of the royal guard glistened in the nightlights as he stood at attention, announcing the esteemed arrival with a booming voice that echoed through the majestic courtyard.

"Announcing the arrival of His Royal Highness King Cyndre Meredydd," a voice announces as the King walks into the foyer of the estate.

In the grand foyer, everyone bowed in deference. Cyndre's gaze swept across the opulent surroundings, but there was no sign of his beloved wife or son. Frowning, he pivoted and locked eyes with the royal chamberlain.

"Chamberlain, have you seen my wife and son?" Cyndre demanded.

"The Queen is in her room, your Majesty," the Chamberlain answered.

"And the Prince?" Cyndre asked.

"I can't say, your Majesty... All I was told was that her ladyship said she would tell you," the chamberlain stated.

Cyndre furrowed his brow. "Is that right?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. "I'll go check on my wife. Please see to it that my room is ready for me within the hour. I'm feeling a bit worn out," Cyndre requested.

"Yes, your Majesty. I'll inform the butler," the chamberlain said before going off.

Cyndre and Rianna had always shared the same bed as a symbol of their closeness, but due to Cyndre's poor decisions involving his older brother, his once-loving relationship with his wife became strained. Despite the distance between them, his love for her remained, and he was determined to repair their relationship.

"Well, time to face the music," Cyndre muttered to himself. He felt a lump form in his throat and swallowed hard. "Here goes nothing."

Then, the King made his way towards his and his wife's chambers.

Upon his arrival, he rapped on the door, and a servant promptly appeared to answer it.

"Your Majesty," the maid greeted him with a bow.

'Huh? Where's Gretchen?... N-Nevermind that,' the king thought.

"May I enter?" He asked.

The maid turned to inform the Queen.

"Yes, he may enter," the Queen's voice called out.

The door creaked open as the maid stepped aside, allowing Cyndre to enter his bedroom. As he glanced around the room, his eyes fell upon his wife seated in front of her ornate vanity. Her delicate nightgown draped around her, and she was gently running a comb through her flowing hair while avoiding her husband's gaze through the reflection of the mirror.

"Hello, my Queen," Cyndre greeted her with reverence.

Rianna let out a sigh. "What is it, Cyndre? You know I usually like to sleep around this time," she explained. As she glanced in the mirror, she noticed her husband standing near the doorway. For some reason, he appeared especially dashing tonight. She brushed off the thought and tried to maintain her annoyed demeanor.