The Cursed Prince

Yes, that would be her sweet revenge and she could laugh about it in the afterlife.

If the Strongmoor family line ended with Mars, that's none of Emmelyn's business.

Subconsciously, the girl clenched her fists under the table, and her face turned serious. The ball would be such a perfect time for her to get closer to the king and kill him.

The girl was deep in thought.

"We have to prepare a story to tell my parents about who you are and how we met," said Mars, moving Emmelyn from her reverie.

The girl looked up and stared at Mars in amazement. "You mean, making up stories? What for?"

The young man nodded. He took a sip of his wine and seemed to think for a moment. "We can't tell them who you really are. They'll kill you if they find out."

"Hmm.." This time, Emmelyn agreed with Mars. She couldn't let them kill her before she could get her chance to kill the king.

She was a witty girl who was used to saving her behind from bad people during her travel by making up stories. So, this was nothing difficult for her.

"When was the last time you left the Draec kingdom?" Emmelyn asked the prince.

"Hmm .. a few months ago. I supervised the troops to build a fort in the Glassden area," Mars replied.

"Just tell them we met there. The meeting gave me a lasting impression, and I really like you. So, I decided to follow you here quietly. As for the rest ... they only need to know that I will bear children for you." Emmelyn shrugged. "Easy."

"Hmm .. alright. We can use that." Mars seemed relieved that Emmelyn was willing to cooperate with him to create the story. The man then cleared his throat. "If my mother asked about when we're getting married—"

"Who wants to marry you?" Emmelyn snapped at him. "I'm only willing to bear children for you. Think of me as renting out my womb in exchange for Wintermere. I don't want to marry you."

"I don't want to marry you either," Mars grumbled back. "But my mother, the queen, will ask you about it. We have to figure out what the right answer is, so she doesn't get suspicious."

"Why do you have to care about your mother's opinion?" asked Emmelyn curtly. "Just tell her you don't want a wife. Many men like to just sleep around with different women and don't want to be tied down. It just so happens that you can't sleep around with many women because of your curse, but the rest, you're no different from them."

Mars looked closely at Emmelyn. Somehow he felt annoyed, hearing Emmelyn's answer, which she uttered so lightly. The girl did not care if Mars acted like other men, who sleep around with different women?

Whoa, she truly doesn't care, Mars thought. He couldn't help but be disappointed. He regarded himself to be completely different from most other men who love seeking cheap thrills. After sleeping with Emmelyn, he felt like he didn't want any other woman in the world.

In the past, he had long been curious about sex and how it felt to have sex with a woman. Unfortunately, he must swallow his own curiosity. He could only listen to the stories shared by his cousins ​​or his generals about their sexual conquests.

From what he heard, Mars suspected that sleeping with many different women was the norm for most men, especially if the men were rich and powerful. They could get a different woman every day.

Many men loved sexual adventures. This was because every woman had their own 'taste'. Sleeping with only one woman would be boring because they wouldn't know how other women tasted like.

Some women were aggressive and wild in bed, some were cold and passive. They would just lie there in bed during intercourse with their legs opened.

Some had a cute and tight pussy; some had it bigger. The moans they let out when they were aroused or when they reached the peak were also different from one woman to another. Another unique thing was their scent. It would be different for each woman.

The more a man slept with different women, the wider his knowledge about sex would be. There was so much to discover!

In the past, Mars was often jealous of all the other men around him who were so lucky that they could enjoy that opportunity to sleep with many women. He couldn't even do it with one.

However, now, for some reason, the jealousy had disappeared without a trace. Since meeting Emmelyn and enjoying sexual intercourse with this girl, the desire to try it with many women didn't even occur to him.

These past few days, whenever he was taking a break from combat training with his soldiers, Mars often secretly thought about Emmelyn. He would ask himself about his feelings for the girl.

Surprisingly, this afternoon, he found the answer. He finally admitted to himself that he had fallen in love with her.

However, tonight, he sadly realized that his feelings were unrequited.

"What are you thinking?" Emmelyn asked suddenly, moving Mars from his reverie. "You sigh several times. Is my suggestion not good enough?"

Mars shook his head. "No. Your suggestion makes sense. We'll use that as an excuse."

They did not talk any more afterward until dinner was over.

As usual, before bed, Mars washed up and took a hot bath, but this time he didn't stay long in the bathtub.

He just cleansed his body so that he would feel fresh and could sleep comfortably. He also didn't ask Emmelyn to take a bath with him.

That was a good coincidence, thought Emmelyn. She didn't feel like taking a bath tonight because, earlier today, she had washed her hair. She also didn't do any strenuous activities that made her dirty nor sweaty.

The girl sat happily on the bed and continued reading General Harland's book of war strategies by the oil lamp as she waited for Mars to finish his bath.

Emmelyn was feeling a little surprised by Mars's unusual attitude. However, since she basically didn't care about him, Emmelyn didn't overthink it.

After Mars finished his bath and put on a simple white shirt and pants to sleep, Emmelyn put down her book and looked at the man with furrowed brows.

[Mars is wearing clothes to sleep? Didn't he want to have se—... ahem.]

[Wait... why do I even think about it?]

Emmelyn pinched herself.

She was just curious. Usually, after he took his bath, Mars would take advantage of the fact that they were still naked and pounce on her. Later, after they had finished having sex, none of them would bother to wear anything.

They would sleep naked all night and share the warmth through the touch of their skin. However, now, the prince had put on his clothes and…

Emmelyn's beautiful eyes widen when Mars climbs onto the bed, pulled up the blanket to cover his body, and then closed his eyes.

[So... no sex tonight?]

[What happens to 'the court physician said we have to do it every day'?]