Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

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Disguised as a little eunuch risking his head, Aurelius took advantage of the Queen in bed.

He did all fierce things possible until late into the night, only stopping when both were exhausted.

Aurelius, now in his bright nightwear, pulled the exhausted Nyx tightly into his arms, his expression one of contentment. After being so bold and reckless, he felt every bone in his body relax, his energy renewed as if he could draft hundreds of official documents in one night.

But with Nyx here, he had no intention of mindlessly writing any memorials.

It was past midnight already.

The Duke's Mansion was still brightly lit, with lights glowing throughout the courtyard. Arlong, his mood complex, stood by the window and softly reminded, "Master, it's time to rest.

There was no response.

Erik sat silently by the bed, wiping the sharp blade of his sword repeatedly, as if he hadn't heard Arlong's words.

After cleaning the blade for what felt like the umpteenth time, he finally tossed aside the silk handkerchief, his wrist flicking, and the warm yellow candlelight reflected off the sword's edge, casting a blinding cold gleam.

"Master?" Arlong's voice trembled slightly.

He thought, 'Calm. You must stay calm. Even if you are angry, you shouldn't commit regicide, right?"

In the blink of an eye, Erik drew his sword back into its sheath and blew out the candle.

He lowered his head slightly, hiding in the darkness, making it impossible to read his expression, then lay down on the bed fully clothed.

Seeing this, Arlong let out a long breath, his heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back in place. Erik was finally going to rest.

Arlong found a place to rest as well, quickly falling into a deep sleep. Unbeknownst to him, Erik, lying on the bed, had no intention of sleeping. His eyes, bloodshot, stared at the sachet with a wolf on it, gently stroking it with his palm until dawn.

The moment he closed his eyes, scenes from the time of his marriage to Nyx came vividly to mind.

He could clearly recall how cold and indifferent he had been toward Nyx at that time.

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Nyx didn't mind the incomplete wedding ceremony. She forgave his neglect and scrutiny, caring for him even though he had a limp, while he only pretended to be indifferent, wearing a deadpan expression and never saying a kind word.

The more he recalled, the clearer the details became. Erik grew angry and regretful, wishing he could go back in time, pull out his freshly sharpened sword, and stab the ungrateful version of himself.

Tossing and turning all night, as dawn broke and the sound of rooster crowing reached his ears, Erik, his eyes swollen and dark, got up quietly and slipped out of the house.

Even Arlong, ever vigilant, didn't notice when Erik left. It wasn't until he saw Erik returning, drenched in dew and looking travel-worn, that he rubbed his eyes in surprise. “So early, where did you go? And... is that a dog?"

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A small, gray, fluffy head popped out from under the man's arm, baring its teeth at Arlong.

The tiny creature, no bigger than a palm, somehow looked fierce.

"It's not a dog," Erik said expressionlessly, pinching its neck with two fingers. "It's a wolf cub."noveldrama

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He had spent quite a while in the mountains, seeking out several packs of wild wolves. After picking through them, he had chosen the best-looking, most obedient little gray wolf, kidnapping it from its den.

But wolves were still wolves-wild and hard to tame, filled with aggression. While it had behaved obediently on the way back, its wild nature was beginning to show.

Erik rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on, realizing he might not be thinking clearly after staying up all night.

He thought, 'How could he possibly give such a wild wolf cub as a gift to the madam? What if it hurt her?'

After pondering for a while, he quietly ordered Arlong, "Go find a few people who are good at training dogs."

Since he had brought it back, he might as well try.

The little wolf cub shook its ears vigorously, growling menacingly, unaware of what was to come.

After several snowstorms, the year's end approached.

Since being tricked into entering the palace, Nyx had been kept busy by the clingy little kitten. Several times, she had planned to leave the palace and return home, but each time the little white cat rolled around and acted spoiled, refusing to let her go. She could only agree to stay a few more days.

One thing led to another, and she had stayed on and off until the year's end.

As usual, Aurelius needed to go to the Temple on the outskirts of the capital to worship the gods and ancestors, praying for peace in the world.

Nyx had planned to use this opportunity to say goodbye, but the little kitten clung to her skirt, unwilling to let her go. It rubbed its soft belly against her and tried every method to charm her.

In the end, Nyx couldn't stay firm in the face of its fluffiness. They both ended up traveling to the outskirts of the capital together.

The Temple was solemn and majestic, sitting atop a towering mountain, a place of serenity for Buddhist practitioners.

As soon as they entered the area and heard the vast sound of bells, Nyx felt a surge of respect in her heart. When meeting the abbot and several elder monks who had come to greet them, she felt a little nervous.

Though her identity had not been publicly revealed, there were still many people in the know, and these monks were likely among them.

She wondered how these monks viewed her, as she thought, 'Would they think I am a danger, a temptress whos bewitched the ruler?'

Nyx hesitated and pondered, finally daring to lift her eyes.

To her surprise, the abbot's attitude was exceedingly kind. He smiled and greeted her with a gesture of prayer, like a benevolent elder greeting a beloved younger generation, showing no signs of disdain.

"Lady, do not worry too much," he suddenly spoke reassuringly, with a meaningful look. "Let everything happen according

to fate and heart."

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Afterward, he muttered a few Buddhist chants that Nyx couldn't understand and left with the elder monks, smiling as they hurried away. They didn't even linger despite the presence of Aurelius.

Nyx was filled with questions, watching the elderly figures fade into the distance, but her heart felt much lighter.

The worship ceremony would last for several days, and during this time, the group would stay in the temple.

Though Aurelius wanted to stay with Nyx, he couldn't act so recklessly in such a solemn setting. He compromised and arranged for her to stay in a room next to

his.

Servants quickly packed Nyx's things and set up her sleeping arrangements. Nyx, standing by, felt a little out of place, unable to help.

She stood by the window, gazing outside for a while. Then, she threw on her cloak and decided to go out for a stroll.

A group of guards from the Imperial Army followed her closely, keeping watch from a safe distance, fully alert.

Nyx, on the other hand, felt relaxed and at ease.

The assassin's mouth had been pried open, and Erikmind had been executed. The remaining conspirators had been imprisoned. After such a show of strength, any remaining forces that had unrest in mind were forced to quiet down and dared not cause any further disturbances for the time being.

If there was any danger during this ceremony, Aurelius would never insist on bringing her along.

Just as she was peacefully zoning out, a small, gray "stone" in the distance suddenly moved, making rustling sounds.

Nyx was rendered speechless. She thought, 'He went back on his words so

quickly?'

She immediately stiffened her expression and stood up straight.

The guards grew tense, each gripping their weapons tightly in hand. Several pairs

of eyes converged into a single focus.

Nyx narrowed her eyes, focused for a few seconds, and finally saw the true form

of the object.