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I led Haven’s hand to the drawing room.
We sat on the same side of the couch as the candidate for Emperor Consort said he was jealous.
“Haven, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but it’s all a rumor.”
“There’s a rumor going around that Your Majesty is trying to make a harem.”1
“It’s nothing but a rumor. I decided not to bring any concubines, and there is no such thing as a harem.”
His cold black eyes grew a little.
“…you’re not going to let any concubines in?”
“Yes. You’re the only one for me.”
So, you have to work with all your heart and soul. Until death.
I swallowed the words that may scare the husband candidate, three days before the engagement.
Haven, who knew nothing, lifted the corners of his mouth, and kissed me again on the back of my hand.
“Your Majesty is all I have as well.”
An admirable fellow.
I ran my left hand over Haven’s cheek.1
He stared at me deeply. I met his gaze amazed to see the black orbs up close.
Black eyes can be so transparent.
It didn’t make any sense, but I didn’t know I would feel transparent by looking at the black color.
In admiration, his black eyes grew closer and closer.
The moment I realized he was getting closer than he needed, Haven’s lips touched mine.1
His half-closed eyes reflected my blinking eyes.
As soon as I blinked, Haven drifted away as quietly as he leaned over.
“Your lips are cold.”
A nice low voice drew near.
My lips are cold.
As I flutter my eyes with the thought that he was measuring my body temperature with his lips, a small crease formed in Haven’s forehead.1
“Was I hasty?”
Only then I realized what had happened.
Kiss.
Oh, I see. I’m engaged.
Engagement is the promise of marriage, and a married couple means sleeping together.
I was anticipating of extorting Haven’s labor, but I didn’t think about this at all.
Haven looked perplexed as I was lost in thought, without uttering a word.
“Was it bad?”
I don’t know if it was bad or how it was.
I declared that I would not have a concubine. On the premise that Haven does his job faithfully, this man may be the only one I can kiss.
Your pride is hurt, I see.
You can scratch your nose by blowing without even using your hands.
(T/N: I believe she meant she broke the two dukedom’s relationship without even using her own hands. Because their actions themselves were the reason behind it.)
I turned my head and laughed wickedly so that Japheth could not see.