Your Majesty is Annoying!

he order of the day, so he intended to send Luke, who she had called to the Palace recently.

“Well, I guess…… Baron, excuse me, but I have leave first.
Don’t mind me and eat slowly.”

“Yes.
Congratulations, Little Duke.”

Luke paused for a moment at the sight of Seira’s tender big smile.
Luke could tell how much she liked Medea and that softened his heart more than the empty elaborate words of aristocrats.

“Uh, yes….”

“Please convey my congratulations to the Empress.”

“Of course.”

Feeling like his face was about to heat up, Luke rushed out of the dining hall.

For some reason the image of the Baron’s smiling face kept squeezing into his mind which was filled with the thought of congratulating his sister.

How come?

***

It was weird for Medea to realize she was pregnant and it made her quite uneasy, but being in Lyle’s arms put her at ease.
As soon as Lyle returned, Medea seemed to be bewildered and happy when she was in his arms.

“Millie?”

“What did the doctor say?”

Would Lyle lie for the moment to lay with Medea?….
Frankly, she wanted to.
But she also genuinely wanted to test the Emperor.

“They told me to be careful until you are nine weeks pregnant.”

“9 weeks…”

Sheesh.
It’s short.
Medea frowned with the desire to click her tongue.

Sex with Lyle felt good but she wondered if it would still feel good when she got pregnant.
Honestly, she figured sex during pregnancy would probably be annoying.

“Should we just do it?”

asked Lyle as he looked down at Medea.
Medea freaked out.

“What? No! Your Majesty is already so big! It would be really dangerous!”

“I don’t have to put all of it in.
Plus there are also ways to enjoy it without putting it in.”

“Eh….
Why do you want to do that? We’ve been working all day.… Aren’t you tired of it?”

At that moment, Lyle choked up.

Tired? Did I hear it right? Did you just say you’re tired of doing it with me?

“Are you already bored with me?”

At the calm sad voice, Medea flinched.

“Oh, no! It’s not like that—”

“What’s it like then?”

Medea gulped as she was encircled in his arms, she tried to step back, but Lyle’s arm was already wrapped around her waist.

“I’m—I …….Y-Your Majesty, I’m happy to make you feel good…… for me, it’s the same…” [t1v: she’s confessing in a roundabout way “Lyle, you make me feel good”]

“Huh?”

Medea glanced at the Lyle, her cheeks coloring.

“Aren’t you tired of me? I meant it like that.”

Medea’s eyes that peeked up at him were so cute, Lyle already felt his lower body standing at attention.