Chapter 5
He blinked obediently at me.
Hands shaking, I loosened the ties of his sleep robe.
I had no idea how much time passed after that. At some point, his muffled breathing turned ragged, and then everything ended in a rush that left my palm sticky, the sheets wrinkled, and both of us stunned.
Adrian’s face was flushed a deep, vivid red that spread all the way down his neck. His features were naturally cold and elegant, but with that color in his cheeks and the dazed look in his eyes, he seemed almost dangerously beautiful.
When he noticed me looking at him, he immediately buried his face in my shoulder in embarrassment.
I was mortified too.
But seeing him more flustered than I was stirred a strange little streak of mischief in me.
I lifted my damp hand in front of him and teased, “Only little boys wet the bed. So why is Your Highness acting like a child? Look at what you did. You got my hand all messy.”
He snapped out of his daze at once.
Without a word, he grabbed a silk cloth and began wiping my fingers with frantic concentration.
Then, halfway through, warm droplets landed on the back of my hand.
I froze.
He was crying.
I panicked instantly. “What’s wrong?”
His lips trembled. “It’s bad. Adrian made wife dirty. Adrian should get rid of the bad thing.”
Before I could understand what he meant, he reached for the sharp hairpin I had set aside and made a wild, distressed motion downward.
My heart nearly stopped.
I grabbed his wrist with both hands. “I was joking!”
He froze.
“There’s nothing wrong. You didn’t do anything bad.”
He went limp with relief so quickly it was almost frightening.
Then he sniffled and looked at me with watery eyes. “But Adrian is so grown up and still wets the bed. And it’s white. Isn’t that being sick?”
I did not know whether to laugh or hide under the blankets and never come out again.
Very gently, I asked, “Do you still feel uncomfortable now?”
He thought for a moment, then shook his head, his ears turning red again.
“When wife touched me, it felt good.”
I wiped away the wetness at the corners of his eyes.
“That means you are not sick. And you didn’t wet the bed. It happens because you want to be close to me. This is normal between husband and wife.”
He stared.
“Husband and wife?”
“Yes.”
“You and me?”
“Yes,” I said again, softer this time.
He looked thoughtful, though still confused.
I assumed he had only half understood. I was just about to get off the bed and wash my hands when he suddenly moved, quick as lightning, and laid me flat on the mattress beneath him.
His voice turned unexpectedly serious.
“Then Adrian should make wife feel good too.”
My mind went blank.
“Wait—”
The rest of the word disappeared beneath his mouth.
His hand slid down my back. The tie at my waist loosened under his fingers.
Then a knock sounded at the door.
“Your Highness! Princess! It is time to prepare for the return visit to the bride’s family.”
I had never been so grateful for interruption in my life.