Chapter 70: Bedside Quarrels and Reconciliations
Karina looked at them and asked, “Um, I’m the master’s maid, can I come in to serve?”
Celia responded, “You might want to hold off on going in; our master and your master are discussing something confidential.”
Seeing this, Karina could only wait outside like them.
Meanwhile, she was subtly sizing up these two mysteriously dressed characters.
Celia and Aurora both noticed her discreet actions but didn’t pay them much mind.
Inside the room, Arthur gazed at the familiar figure clad in a cloak and hood, his feelings were quite complicated.
He knew that the figure beneath the cloak was Ailia, the one he had longed for day and night over the years.
Just that morning, he had hoped that the person he cared for would come to see him of her own accord, but when that hope truly materialized, he found himself rather scared.
Afraid that this was just a dream.
He hadn’t even woken up from his slumber.
Seeing the joy intermingled with fear on Arthur’s face, Airael revealed a smile under her hood.
She removed her hood, exposing her true visage.
The moment Arthur saw that familiar face, his heart skipped a beat.
But when he noticed her pointed ears, he froze for a moment.
Airael looked at Arthur and said, “Even though we know each other well, this is the first time you’re seeing me like this, right?”
With that, she casually tidied her slightly messy hair, redirecting Arthur’s gaze back to her ears.
Compared to the Airael he once knew, the present one not only emitted a more mature aura, infused with the dignity of a queen but also had notably distinct ears.
Although they weren’t the long, pointed type, the difference from human ears was evident.
Arthur followed Airael’s movements, and his expression momentarily dulled, then he sighed and said, “When I learned from Shadow that you were actually the Elven Queen, Ailia, I was quite surprised.”
His expression remained calm.
Airael’s face showed a hint of apology, “Arthur, I’m really sorry. Even though you’ve been open with me and shared your secrets, I had still kept things from you.”
Hearing Airael’s apology, Arthur’s expression didn’t change much.
This left Airael unsure of Arthur’s thoughts.
To Airael, since she had already apologized, Arthur should at least acknowledge it so they could move forward.
Arthur shook his head and said, “Ailia, I accept your apology. But that doesn’t mean this is over. You have more than just your true identity to confess.”
At his words, Airael’s expression fell.
Was Arthur going to hold her accountable now?
However, realizing she did owe Arthur, especially regarding the matter of their child, Airael steeled herself and decided to face it.
With determination, Airael stepped closer to Arthur.
Arthur stood still, watching Airael approach, the distance between them steadily decreasing.
Suddenly, Airael threw off her cloak, revealing her graceful figure.
She was dressed in a fitted white gown adorned with golden embroidery.
Arthur’s eyes involuntarily roamed over Airael.
While she appeared similar to before, her present aura radiated a mature charm.
Feeling Arthur’s gaze, Airael smiled.
Then, standing in front of Arthur, she leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him from behind, saying, “Arthur, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have kept things from you, whether it was about myself or the child. You can punish me however you wish.”
Arthur’s arms instinctively wrapped around Airael’s body.
The familiar warmth of her soft skin momentarily melted what had grown hard in his heart, and his eyes began to glaze over.
It wasn’t just Arthur who was moved.
Airael was also touched by the sight of Arthur before her.
The reliable warmth of his chest and arms, along with that familiar strong heartbeat, brought back memories of those heart-racing nights and days.
And over the years, it wasn’t just her who had matured; Arthur had, too.
He had become even more enticing.
At that moment, both were emanating their own irresistible allure towards each other.
Maintaining their embrace for a while, Airael rose on her toes and offered her lips.
She didn’t mind giving herself to Arthur; after all, her body had belonged to him long ago—she even gave birth to their child!
So in this regard, doing such things was in her favor.
Arthur would do the heavy lifting, while she would enjoy it.
And isn’t a couple’s quarrel just a matter of fighting at the head of the bed and making up at the end?
With such a convenient approach, she intended to make the most of it.
Their lips met.
Arthur’s gaze quickly regained its clarity, but it was intensely filled with desire.
He began to initiate the attack.
His lips pressed hard against Airael’s as his hands started roaming over her body.
Airael was already prepared for this.
As Arthur began to explore her, she passively surrendered, letting out soft sounds to match his movements.
Soon, Arthur grew restless.
With a powerful lift, he swept Airael off her feet.
Airael’s hands rested on Arthur’s shoulders, her face adorned with a dazed smile.
After their passionate escapade, Airael and Arthur lay entwined on the large bed in the inn.
Both wore expressions of satisfaction.
It had been years since they last shared such a connection, and this time was nothing short of exhilarating.
They employed both familiar and new techniques.
Outside the room, Karina was quite puzzled.
Did they really need to talk for so long?
And night was fast approaching.
She glanced at Celia and Aurora beside her, both of whom stood like true sentinels.
From the start until now, they hadn’t moved an inch.
Putting other thoughts aside, Karina truly admired their composure.
Seeing they remained unfazed, Karina had her own thoughts but didn’t dare to speak up.
Moreover, judging by her master’s demeanor, they genuinely seemed quite familiar with each other.
Back in the room.
After a brief pause, Airael playfully traced circles on Arthur’s chest with her hand.
After an afternoon of passion, their relationship had returned to its previous state.
Plus, the old spark felt renewed—intangible steps were being taken closer together.
Especially for Airael, she no longer suppressed the feelings blooming within her, behaving just like a young woman in love.
