Even as Rosena wrapped her cheek, the empress drank tea with a calm face as if nothing had happened.
âIâm glad your son is stupid. I donât have to get my hands dirty.â
Rosenaâs face turned white. The empress was now saying that if Illian was a normal child like others, she would not have let it slide.
The empress was the second most powerful person in the empire after the emperor.
It was not strange if those who were hated by the empress were killed overnight.
No matter how hard Rosenna tried to protect Illian, In the end, itâs all in the palms of the empress.
Rosena folded her trembling fingers into her palms and squeezed them.
Then she swallowed the rough words that had filled her throat and picked out the words.
âI know what youâre worried about.â
The empress was wary of Yerhan, who had the right to succeed to the throne.
For her, Yerhan and her presence was a stain on the white cloth, it was bound to bother.
âIâve never had greed beyond my means. I will continue to live like the dead as I always have been.â
The empress raised her chin as if to tell her to keep talking. Then Rosena said firmly.
âIf the empress harms my child, I will not stand still either.â
âYou wonât stay still?â
The empress laughed. But her eyes were freezing cold.
âJust like the empress, Iâm a mother of a child before I became a princeâs wife.â
âYouâre so rude. Iâm the one holding your life.â
Hearing her cold words, Rosena bit her lip. It didnât matter if the empress owned her life or something like that. But the empress knew clearly that her weakness was Illian.
The empress skimmed Rosenaâs face and threw cold words at her.
âYou better listen to me. If youâre worried about your childâs safety.â
The empress shook her hand after putting down the teacup.
âYou can go.â
Rosena got up from her seat and then felt the pain in her cheek.
It felt like her skin was being ripped off because she couldnât even feel how hard the maid hit her.
Her rigid body loosened a little and Rosena opened the door.
As soon as she tried to go outside, she saw Yerhan at the door.
She didnât think heâd be out there, so Rosena paused.
Yerhanâs blue eyes turned toward Rosena like an instinct.
Rosena was choked up when their eyes met.
The feelings that she held back while being alone with the empress were bursting out at once.
Actually, it wasnât that she wasnât nervous. She pretended to be as calm as she could, but she was actually afraid. It was because she knew that the future depends on what the empress said.
She had to pretend nothing happened and reassure him that she was okayâŚ.. But she couldnât.
Yerhan couldnât say anything. His heavy gaze stuck to Rosenaâs cheek and he didnât think of turning away.
Ripples arose as if a stone had been thrown into those still eyes.
It is the usual Yerhan who doesnât show much emotion. But now he was angry enough for Rosena to feel it.
Rosena flinched in the biting cold energy.
Numerous emotions passed through his distorted face.
Yerhan, whose gaze pierced Rosenaâs cheek, turned his head and looked at the empress.
âDid the Empress do that?â
âWho knows?â
The empress rose from her seat and answered vaguely.
Upon the serenity and relaxation felt in her expression and speech, Yerhan hardened his face and spit out the words,
âDonât touch my wife.â
The empress burst into laughter after a moment of silence.
Her smooth expression like a porcelain doll broke and she laughed as if she was truly enjoying this.
After a long time, the empress smiled, walked in front of Yerhan, looked him in the eye and whispered,
âMaybe itâs because youâre in front of your wife, but youâre in high spirits today.â
The empress cast her eyes on Rosena for a moment, then looked at Yerhan again and raised the corners of her mouth.
âWhat if we already made an agreement?â
Yerhan, who was silent for a moment, approached her.
A big shadow cast over the empress, and the empress raised her head stiffly.
The empressâs shoulders hardened under tremendous pressure, as if witnessing a huge mountain rage.
She instinctively stepped back and raised her hand. It was to call a knight.
At that moment, Yerhan snatched the empressâs wrist. The empress swallowed her breath, and couldnât even think it was painful.
Yerhan looked down at the empress with cold eyes and whispered without expression.
âI can accept all the things that youâve done to me so far.â
âWhat doâŚâ
âBut not to my wife.â
Yerhan, who cut off the empressâs words, slowly let go of her wrist and said,
âPlease look forward to it. What can I do.â
Even after the tightening of her wrists disappeared, the empress stood there blankly for a moment.
Red marks remained like scars on the wrist that Yerhan grabbed.
She belatedly clenched her fist and shouted in a trembling voice.
ââŚHow dare you!â
But Yerhan was calm.
The empressâs face, which did not show much emotion no matter what happened, was completely distorted. She chewed her lips in anger.
After the life that had been struck at once like a wave was lifted, Yerhan took a step back.
Then he walked out of the hall, with his back to the empress and an arm wrapped around Rosenaâs shoulder.
By the time Yerhan was completely out of the hall, Rosenna, who had left the main palace with him in a daze, also stopped.
Yerhan, who let out a loud breath, turned his head and examined Rosenaâs face.
Yerhan bit his lips looking at her swollen cheek.
ââŚDoesnât it hurt?â
Rosena just nodded, her head stiff. It was still burning, but it wasnât unbearable.
Rather, she was more concerned with Yerhanâs expression than the pain felt on her cheek.
Standing silently, Yerhan reached out and swept Rosenaâs hair away.
Then, the vivid, reddish mark on the cheek was revealed.
Yerhan was silent for a long time, then he bowed his head.
âIâm sorry.â
She felt resentment and sadness at those powerless words.
She felt strange. It had been a long time since someone felt hurt and sad for her.
Her father, who can be said to be her only family, had that expression whenever she was injured.
A tingling sensation spread to her heart, and Rosena unwittingly reached out and grabbed Yerhanâs hand.
As the warmth delivered through their connected hands, his cloudy blue eyes turned to Rosena.
âAh, thisâŚâ
It was then that Rosena realized that she had held his hand and tried to pull it out. But he held Rosenaâs hand tight and wouldnât let her go.
âI will make sure I never let this happen again.â
She felt determination in a small whisper. When Rosena nodded, he finally let go of her hand.
âMomâŚ.â
Rosena lowered her head to the voice of Illian. Then Ilian stretched out his arms.
As Rosena leaned down slowly, Illianâs finger touched Rosenaâs cheek lightly.
Warm little fingers ran pass through Rosenaâs cheeks.
âDoes it huwt?â
With a teary face, Rosena gave Illian a light hug.
âMomâs fine.â
At Rosenaâs sweet voice, Illian buried his face in her arms.
The warmth of Illian, who hugged her tightly, was comforting.
Rosena felt weird. It was unfamiliar to her that there were two people who felt hurt for her.
But it wasnât that bad.
The three left the Emperorâs Palace. Rosenaâs cheek was swollen and red, so she planned to return to the Prince Palace first.
The trio walked through the garden of the emperorâs palace to get to the carriage.
The sun was moderately warm and the garden was beautifully planted with all kinds of flowers.
Nevertheless, Illian walked silently without saying a word.
He realized how little power he had compared to the emperor and the empress.
Illian, who quietly followed Rosenna, glared lightly at Yerhan. It was because Yerhan was not responsible for Rosenaâs injury at all.
There was no one in front of him to blame, so he needed a replacement.
Despite feeling the low, passionate gaze, Yerhan only walked silently.
It was the moment Rosena was about to walk around the corner of the garden.
âOh my!â
Rosena, who bumped into a person approaching from the other side, stumbled.
Then an arm stretched out grabbed Rosenaâs arm.
As she got closer to her opponent, there was a strange and familiar scent. Rosena, who managed to balance, looked up.
âYour Highness, the Crown PrinceâŚâ
Instead of saying thank you, an unexpected name popped up from Rosenaâs startled mouth.
When the name was called, the crown prince holding Rosenaâs arm smiled brightly. Then he called Rosena in a very friendly way.
âLong time no see. Rosena Estarot.â
When her name was called, Rosena opened her eyes wide. It was because she didnât know he would call her by her name without a single title.
Meanwhile, Yerhan immediately came forward.
He pushed away the crown princeâs hand that held Rosenaâs arm and gently pulled Rosena toward him.
âThe title is wrong. Your Highness.â
âIâll keep it in mind in public places.â
Crown prince Zigrit replied leisurely. Rosena, who was standing between the two men with sharp eyes, greeted him first.
âLong time no see, Your Highness, and thank you for holding on to me.â
âDonât mention it.â
Zigrit smiled, calming his sharp energy at once.
âBy the way, Iâm lucky to bump into you. I was wondering if I could meet you when they told me you were going to the main palace.â
Rosena narrowed her eyes to his overly friendly and pretentious attitude.
She wondered what he had to do to come all the way here and wait. She just felt uncomfortable for no reason.
As Rosena remained unanswered, Zigritâs gaze clung to her cheek.
Rosena reflexively covered her cheek slightly with her palm. The swollen cheek seemed to have resulted from being slapped by someone.
Zigrit squinted at Rosenaâs cheek. And it was the moment he reached out and naturally tried to touch Rosenaâs cheek.
âI guess you donât see me.â
Yerhan held Zigritâs hand. When the action was stopped, Zigrit narrowed his eyebrows slightly and shook off Yerhanâs hands unpleasantly.
âI keep forgetting youâre here.â
He replied calmly as if he had not seen him because of his weak presence.
Yerhanâs face was about to turn fierce, and Illian, who held onto the hem of Rosenaâs clothes, looked up at Zigrit and asked,
âWho is⌠this uncle?â
Zigritâs smiling face broke upon the word âuncleâ.
In the brief silence, Rosena barely swallowed her smile, and Yerhanâs ferocious energy was shattered.
Illian leaned his head with an innocent expression.
âWhy do you keep⌠touching my mom?â
The innocent question hardened Zigritâs face. Rosena hurriedly smiled and apologized.
âIâm sorry. Forgive me with your great generosity.â
Zigrit, who had been rigid, barely recovered his expression and asked with the corners of his mouth pulled up.
âIs that your child?â
âItâs our child.â
Yerhan, who was watching what Illian was doing behind the scenes, replied clearly.
Rosena looked at Yerhan, who was full of blades.
He was sharper than when he met the emperor.
Like a man who was wary of something dangerous.
ââŚHeâs cute.â
Zigrit bent down and made eye contact with Illian.
Illian flinched at Zigritâs gaze.
His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were so cold as if it could freeze everything in the world.
Zigrit slowly straightened his back. And, as he continued to do so, he only made eye contact with Rosena.
âWhatâs wrong with your cheek anyway?â
ââŚâŚ.â
Rosena was silent. She couldnât say that the crown princeâs mother, the empress, was to blame.
When Rosena did not speak, the arrow returned to Yerhan.
âWhat did you do until your wife became like this?â
Yerhanâs eyebrows shifted. Yerhan replied with a sarcastic tone.
âThe empress has a quick hand. She was indeed Your Highnessâ mother.â
Zigritâs face hardened. Yerhan twisted his mouth and added,
âI will keep your words in mind when things like this ever happen again.â
Yerhan, who was smiling at him, drew closer. The distance between the two narrowed, and Yerhan whispered leisurely.
âAnd donât provoke me too much. Donât you still need me?â
âYerhan HerbetâŚ!â
A voice boiling from the inside of his throat popped out of Zigritâs mouth.
But Yerhan remained cold, unlike the burning Zigrit.
âWell, Iâll see you formally next time. I have something to do on behalf of the crown prince soon.â
Taking a step back, Yerhan grabbed Rosenaâs hand lightly.
âWeâd better go back and rest.â
The soft whisper was completely different from the way he just spoke to Zigrit.
Yerhan, who didnât even give her a chance to greet, took a step. Rosena walked quickly to keep up with him.
Zigrit did not hold on to such Rosena and Yerhan.
As he grew farther and farther away, Rosena continued to stare at Yerhan.
She didnât know the details, but the relationship between the two seemed bad.
Since they are half-brothers, they may seem strange even if they have a good relationship, but how to say it⌠They looked closer to natural enemies that could not coexist with each other.
Rosena asked cautiously while agonizing alone.
âIs there something that happened between you and the crown prince?â
When the story of Zigrit came out, Yerhanâs eyebrows naturally narrowed.
âAre you worried about the crown prince?â
âNo, itâs youâŚâ
Yerhan stopped at once. He looked surprised if the answer was very unexpected.
âAre you, are you worried about me?â
There was a faint excitement in the voice that slowly replied.
With Yerhanâs look that changed much better, Rosena briefly pondered.
Whatever the case, it was natural that she cares more about him, who she meets face to face more often than the crown prince.
âYes.â
A brief answer returned, and Yerhan closed his mouth.
Yerhan, who was looking down at Rosena, turned his head towards another place.
It was an expressionless face as usual, but the tip of his mouth was slightly raised.
It was a minor change, but Rosena, who had been watching him from the sidelines for more than a month, could notice.
Yerhan hesitated and answered slowly.
âIâll tell you everything.âŚ. someday when the time comes.â
He blurted out that itâs not because he didnât want to talk, but because he couldnât.
Rosena wondered what had happened between the royal family and Yerhan, but if she asked further, she might not be able to hear the answer.
The three climbed into the waiting carriage.
As soon as he got on the carriage, Yerhan drew a curtain across the window and looked straight at Rosena.
âKeep away from the crown prince.â
Rosena recalled the crown princeâs face for a moment.
He is definitely a beautiful person, and there seemed to be no problem with his character. But talking to him made her feel uncomfortable.
She wanted to avoid him instinctively, and she got goosebumps when thinking of it.
Rosena stuttered away the thought of the crown prince as she narrowed her eyes.
âI donât even have any intention to get close to him. How to put it⌠heâs kind of creepy.â
Yerhan nodded satisfactorily at Rosenaâs judgement.
âYou have seen it correctly.â
Rosena thought it was the first time she had ever seen Yerhan look so satisfied.