Oh, Ruthna,
Iris called out in her mind as she looked up at the man, trying to gain her composure.
âCanât we just not do it today? Maybe the, uh, the day after tomorrow,â Iris pleaded softly. If the teacher comes tomorrow night, I can ask what this is and think about my response. âIâll⦠Iâll do it the day after tomorrow. So, not today, please. Iâm not feeling well. Andâ¦â Iris stuttered and desperately sort words to get herself out of this unfamiliar situation. âThere may also be, uh, illness, some illness. Like skin disease, since the Harance riverâs water isnât very clean. If you lick me, it might cause a big problem. Tomorrow, Iâll ask the doctor again.â Iris held her hands together as if she was praying, âThe day after tomorrow. Not for long. We can do it again the day after tomorrow. I mean, please.â Ruthna, help me!
Before she knew it, she was pleading with the guardian goddess Ruthna, not the man in front of her. According to Elaineâs âImpression methodâ, her face was loved by Ruthna. She had a face so beautiful that it screwed peopleâs lives up.
Sidrain looked down at the praying Queen in great bewilderment. Rosemary, who was speaking gibberish, saying the Harance river was not good for his body, was news to him. She looked crazy as usual, but it seemed like a different level of crazy. The day after tomorrow? Sidrain raised an eyebrow, puzzled by all of this. Thatâs how much Rosemary hated him. Last month, Rosemary told Sidrain to offer her 20 thousand riblaâs a month if he wanted to have intercourse with her, she truly was a crazy woman. If she didnât want to have a relationship with the King, she shouldnât have become the Queen in the first place! The young Kingâs ministry, which the people were looking at, was always politically attacked because there was no successor, but she tried to intimidate Sidrain with this by requesting to get paid to have intimate relations with her husband! Was she a whore? Last month theyâd had a serious marital fight, but even then, Rosemary hadnât asked to have intercourse the next day, or the day after that. She followed the instructions on the doctorâs note, which highlighted the most likely day for her to fall pregnant, therefore there was no reason to do it on a day when the probability of pregnancy dropped. Requesting to do it the day after tomorrow made no sense to him.
Lost in thought, Sidrain looked at Rosemary and the image of a young Iris overlapped her face. What an annoying little girl sheâd been. She hadnât shaken hands, nor spoken and only gave her name to him at the end of their time together. The only person whoâd ever done that to him, the then Crown Prince, was that girl, during a brief encounter that lasted half a day. Perhaps that girl young girl didnât even remember him.
Iris looked at people as if they were monsters, with an ordinary look on her face that didnât match her appearance, but he always remembered that young girl who hid in the back of his mind. As he got older though, he thought about her less and less.
Sidrainâs thoughts were all over the place, Iris Elaine, did she truly die? Really⦠dead? Drowned in the cold Harance River? Sidrain was actually in no mood to hug any woman today, even more so not Rosemary, the woman he hated the most in the world and the woman who had killed Iris Elaine. Sidrain was beside himself the moment he was told she had killed Iris Elaine. Even though they werenât close, Iris had always had a spot in a corner of Sidrainâs heart, and the moment he heard that she was dead, he was furious and completely lost control.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAll right, I wonât do anything with you this month because of your pleas not to,â Sidrain said, almost sounding relieved. He didnât want to be thinking about Iris whilst having sex with Rosemary. Sidrain got off of Rosemary, still thinking about Iris Elaine, the damn girl that didnât even give out her name initially. Was she honestly dead? He couldnât understand why he was so sad because it had been such a short encounter with her in his childhood, and he didnât normally get hung up on people dying.
As Sidrain strode out of the Queenâs room, Rosemary called out for him and he looked back and saw her lifting herself in the bed.
âThank you. I mean it, really,â she said with a slight smile on her face.