How to Survive as the Wife of The Monster Duke

Ilyin arched her back and Aden used this opportunity to grab another pillow and slide it beneath her behind. With her legs raised, there was only one thing left to keep her stable, and her legs wrapped tightly around his.

“Because you figured out my weakness because I lied, I should be punished fairly,” Aden whispered as he twisted his body around hers. Her elevated b*ttocks made it easy for him to pull down her underwear and his aching er*ction came in contact with her wet, slippery entrance.

“Ah,” she groaned softly, as his chuckle lingered in her ear.

After moving her body into the perfect position, he then put her hand on his neck so that she could feel the rapid beating of his pulse. “Please, use me,” he said seductively as he thrust himself deep inside her, watching in satisfaction as her eyes opened widely from the sudden pleasure.

That night, Ilyin, who held authority in her soft hands, had requested two things. “That is it for now,” she said.

The first order was a cruel one. With his back against the bed, Ilyin raised her pointer finger and blocked his lips. Aden was the Duke of Winter, who ruled Biflten – he even had the strength to slice a monster’s neck with his sword. But at her small gesture, he stopped moving and asked, “Are you ordering me to leave?”

Ilyin giggled, “No. Please stay with me until the sky lightens. I have not yet seen the sunrise with you.” Ilyin caressed his cheek as he drifted off to sleep and the two of them spent the night together.

She had become so responsible, that even Beth, who had strong values, would be proud of her. Ilyin laid her head on Aden’s legs and told him about her dream where she’d seen many sceneries, “The field was so vast that I couldn’t see the end of it. And there was a massive cliff.”

Ilyin’s description of Biflten’s scenery was foreign to Aden, but yet strangely familiar. With his vast experience in war, he could guess where each landmark was that she mentioned. Although he didn’t know every place in the winter district, he couldn’t know where the popular landmarks were. However, the landscape that she was describing was different from what he remembered. In his memories, Biflten was, of course, covered in snow. In contrast, the view of Biflten that Ilyin spoke of, sounded unbelievably beautiful.

Ilyin had never explored the winter land before, and Aden told her that the reason why she’d seen that kind of scenery must’ve been due to the succession ceremony.

“Have you ever seen that kind of scenery at a succession ceremony?” Ilyin asked.

Aden could only shake his head at her question. After some thought, he told her about a painting he’d seen as a child. “I am not exactly sure if it was a painting though,” he explained as he recalled the image of a landscape that he’d briefly seen, which seemed to have been painted with yellow only.

“So, you have never had a long dream like I did?”

“It’s the first time that I’ve heard of that kind of phenomenon happening at a ceremony,” Aden sighed because her dream did concern him.

Ilyin noticed the expression on his face and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “I also had a nightmare,” she revealed. After talking about the scenery for a long time, at around four o’clock, she mentioned her nightmares and Aden listened intently as she explained her long dream to him, without interrupting her.

“It was a dream about me, leaving the winter district.” At first, she began the story carefully and then hesitantly continued, “I opened my eyes in the Arlen residence. More accurately, I…” Ilyin faltered as she looked at his face, “I was banished from Biflten after we got a divorce.”

Aden gave a short response, “What a stupid dream.” His vulgar expression was a way to assert that that would never happen, and Ilyin smiled.

“I know. But in the dream, I was scared,” she whispered.

Aden recalled the Arlen residence that he had Milo investigate. He had always found it strange that Viscount Arlen had never assigned a single maid to Ilyin, even though she was a royal.

Whenever Ilyin looked anxious as she spoke, Aden gave her a light kiss, encouraging her, “Please, go on.”

As she did, he continued to pay attention to her words and his hand touched her body that was shaking from uneasiness. His touches became rougher though and Ilyin lightly slapped his hand, pretending to be angry, “Naughty hand!”

He quietly detached from her and Ilyin’s grinning face seemed to show that a lot of the uneasiness had left her. He only had permission to touch her cheeks, and he moved his hand to the back of her head as he thought about what she was telling him. He couldn’t begin to imagine what she had gone through at the Arlen residence, which had prompted her to have had such a detailed nightmare.

The Biflten’s residence was a place where people outside didn’t even dare to think about approaching her. If living at the Arlen residence gave her more fear than living here, it was evident how traumatic living at the Arlen’s must’ve been.

“You will never have to leave. Never!” Aden pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Because I saw your face?” She asked, looking confused.

From when he’d asked her, he had no intention of letting her go. He couldn’t help but laugh at her words. If only his adorable bride knew what dark thoughts were in his head when he pulled her closer by her neck and attached his lips to hers.

“Ah,” she gasped in surprise.

I want to covet her as I please. With shaking fingers, he gently placed them on her chest where he could feel her lovable beating of life.

“Naughty hand,” she said, as she scolded him before continuing, “I was seven when I first had a foreseeing dream.” Throughout the long night, he had heard what he wanted to hear. As if Ilyin knew what unasked questions he had, she explained her story in more detail.

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