I Married the Terminally Ill Emperor - Chapter 7

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I Married a Terminally Ill Emperor

Chapter 7

“I don’t know where Lord Lemon is, but what do you eat? Perhaps insects?”

Chirp chirp chirp.

Lemon shook his head, then fluttered over to perch on the fruit placed in the room.

As Dahlia’s gaze turned toward the fruit, Annie’s eyes followed as well.

“He seems to eat fruit.”

“That’s a relief. I was worried we’d have to catch insects or something.”

When Annie spoke with a relieved expression, Dahlia also nodded vigorously. Insects or slimy frogs would be absolutely disgusting.

But Lemon, who had been pecking at a banana, suddenly lifted his head sharply, then fluttered over again to grab Dahlia’s hair in his beak.

Annie stared curiously at Dahlia’s pink hair floating half in the air.

“Why?”

As Lemon kept tugging at her head, Dahlia got up.

Lemon flapped his wings toward the open window while pulling Dahlia along.

“You want to go out? Alright. Stop pulling.”

Dahlia first let Lemon out through the window, then turned to look at Annie.

“I’ll go out and come back.”

“I’ll accompany you.”

When Annie tried to follow, Dahlia shook her head as if it was fine.

“No, Annie must be tired too, so rest.”

“But…”

Annie trailed off hesitantly.

“Hm?”

“Lady Ria, you have a terrible sense of direction.”

Dahlia, who had barely left the Star Palace a few times in her life, got lost every time she went out, requiring Mother’s maids to search for her for quite a while.

“Ah… that’s true.”

Chirp chirp. Chirp chirp.

Lemon was making a racket outside.

“This time I’ll just follow Lemon and come back.”

“Lord Lemon, you must guide Lady Ria back here safely.”

Though Annie spoke while looking somewhere other than where Lemon was, Lemon nodded as if he understood.

Although their gazes didn’t meet, the person and animal communicated remarkably well.

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Lemon flapped his red wings energetically in his own way—though it looked trivial to Dahlia—as he soared high.

The bird would flap his wings diligently, then constantly check if she was following well.

Each time, Dahlia would wave her hand to show she was following along fine.

Following only Lemon as she walked, she had soon passed the fountain, gone by the fresh garden trees, and reached the front of dense bushes. A fragrant floral scent wafted richly from the lilac bush.

Looking up, she saw Lemon flying beyond the bushes that were as tall as she was.

Lemon. You’re a bird, and I’m a person.

Dahlia sighed as she looked at the tall bushes.

She considered giving up at this point, but decided to keep following Lemon since she probably couldn’t find her way back to the lodging without him.

It was just as she was pushing her head through a gap between the bushes.

Clang.

Startled, Dahlia opened her eyes wide and looked down at the sword touching her neck.

“Gasp.”

“Who are you.”

A cold man’s voice was heard.

Had Lemon actually pretended to be friendly with her and led her to her death?

She pictured Lemon covering his mouth with his wing and chirping like a villain laughing.

“I ask for the last time. Who are you.”

At that moment, her eyes closed and her head dropped down with a thud.

The woman’s pink hair, with only her head sticking out from between the green bushes, sparkled in the light.

With a green leaf attached to her pink hair, it looked like a flower garden moving by itself.

Even when Ethan, the captain of the Imperial Guard, pointed his sword at the woman, he never thought such a thing would happen. Who would have thought she’d drop her head toward the sword as if wanting to kill herself.

Of course, Ethan, the empire’s greatest knight, pulled away his sword by a hair’s breadth before beheading her.

The woman fell face-down on the ground and didn’t move.

“Is she dead?”

Emperor Gray looked at the woman with incredulous eyes, then turned his gaze to Ethan.

A bewildered light flickered across even Ethan’s usually impassive face.

As Ethan was about to put his hand near the woman’s face to check if she was breathing, a sound like someone eating was heard.

“Mmnya.”

“She’s sleeping…”

Gray trailed off at this sight he’d never seen in his life.

“It seems so.”

Ethan looked down at the woman as if viewing some strange creature.

Gray decided to forgive the woman who had intruded into his garden at least once, whatever excuse she might give.

She was the first person to draw such an expression from that stoic Ethan.

Gray put down the documents he’d been reading on the table and stood up.

As he approached the woman, her pink hair blended with the green grass looked even more like a flower garden. Judging by her dress she seemed to be a noble, yet she slept so well on the ground.

“Shouldn’t we wake her?”

Ethan, who had returned to his usual stoic expression, asked from beside him.

“We can’t let her keep sleeping here.”

“Annie. Cold. Blanket.”

The woman’s sleep talk interrupted their conversation.

Gray and Ethan made eye contact simultaneously.

What kind of woman is this?

Both men probably had the same thought.

The woman who had brazenly intruded into his garden suddenly fell asleep on the ground, and now was asking for a blanket.

Gray dropped the black jacket he’d been wearing over his shoulders onto her body.

“Let’s see how long she sleeps.”

With an indifferent expression, Gray returned to his original seat and picked up the documents he’d been reading.

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Why is my nose so tingly?

Dahlia rubbed the tip of her nose and slowly opened her eyes.

Fresh green grass appeared before her eyes. Why was the grass so close? She had definitely been pushing through bushes.

At that moment, her mind snapped awake as if she’d been doused with ice water.

The sword. The man’s cold voice.

Dahlia hurriedly felt around her neck. Fortunately, there were no wounds.

I should have listened when Annie told me to take medicine. Who knew I’d fall asleep so suddenly.

It was then.

“Did you sleep well?”

It was a sweet and languid voice, different from the cool voice she had heard earlier. The low bass that rang in her ears made them tingle.

It meant that at least two men were watching her.

“Yes….”

Dahlia couldn’t bring herself to lift her head and trailed off her words.

“You slept well? You must be used to sleeping on the ground normally?”

It seemed like he was teasing her somehow, but she answered honestly.

“Sometimes.”

Very occasionally, when symptoms of her illness appeared, she had collapsed and slept on the ground as she was a few times.

Perhaps her answer was unexpected, as the person who had been questioning her suddenly became quiet.

Instead, the cold male voice she had heard first came through.

“Who are you.”

“Ah, I came from the Kingdom of Foevern.”

Then again, the voice that made her ears tingle was heard.

“Who from the Kingdom of Foevern?”

Dahlia put strength into her trembling shoulders and lifted her head halfway.

“Um, may I get out of here first?”

Dahlia, who could only get her shoulders out from between the bushes, wanted to stand up properly first.

“Go ahead.”

When permission came from the other party, Dahlia crawled out from between the bushes.

Then a man’s jacket that had been placed on her at some unknown time slipped down to the ground.

Dahlia hurriedly picked up the black jacket and dusted it off.

Whose is this?

She kept her head down and also dusted off the hem of her dress. Seeing the dirty front of her dress, the corners of her eyes naturally drooped.

Annie’s going to scold me.

“So what’s your answer?”

When the deep voice tickled her ears once again, Dahlia flinched and covered one ear with her hand. Then she raised her gaze toward the owner of the voice that kept attacking her.

Neatly slicked-back black hair. Snow-white skin. Black eyes like embedded black diamonds. A beauty mark visible beneath them. Lips that seemed redder than a woman’s. A beautiful jawline as if carefully crafted by a sculptor.

“Wow….”

How can someone be so handsome?

Fortunately, her reason made her swallow the rest of her words.

Dahlia’s eyes sparkled brightly.

Found him. The reason she came to this empire.

Emperor Gray Jin Ruusephon.

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