The Crown I Will Take From You - Chapter 336

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Part 2, Chapter 183

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Starlight poured densely over the iceberg surrounded by pure white snow on all sides.

The mountain was quiet. 

Only the occasional rustling of beasts in the thicket or the crackling sound of burning firewood quietly reached their ears.

The warmth rising from the campfire gently enveloped the white breath of the two people.

It was a night filled with heavy solitude and tranquility, as if only the two of them remained in the world.

Then, thud. Medeia’s hand that had been gripping Chezare’s sleeve fell away. 

Her sparkling green eyes were peacefully closed. 

The sound of steady breathing reached his ears.

“….” 

Chezare gazed down at his wife who had fallen asleep in his arms for a long while, entranced.

This was the first time Medeia had completely relaxed her guard in front of him. 

The softly flickering flames of the campfire cast shadows beneath her dense eyelashes.

The warmth he felt from her body pressed against him was overwhelmingly warm. 

Like the only lamp illuminating the darkness, the small existence in his arms melted his frozen heart.

“Medeia.”

The steady breathing that answered in her place was surprisingly satisfying.

Chezare adjusted his hold on her and pulled her deeper into his embrace. 

He brushed back her fallen hair and kissed her forehead.

If he held too tightly she might break, if he loosened his grip she might slip from his arms. 

His straight, proper fingers trembled slightly. 

As if trying to suppress the tension rising beneath his hands.

The night deepened. 

The crackling flames gradually weakened, and the cold air brushing their skin also grew thicker.

Chezare lifted her into his arms. Then he walked steadily toward the cabin.

Inside the cabin that he quietly opened, no signs of life could be felt. 

Chezare paused, then soon discovered a hastily written note from Mr. Jenkins and his wife on the glossy wooden table. 

 [An emergency patient appeared in the Lower Village on the Eastern Ridge, so we’re stepping out. We’ll return within a few days, so please look after the house and herbs. We’ll count it toward your treatment fee.]

Chezare realized that the presence he had sensed from the cabin while they were by the campfire had been Mr. Jenkins and his wife.

‘I thought they would return soon.’

“…A few days….” 

It seemed they would have to wait for Garo to find this place rather than descending the mountain.

He quietly stepped on the stairs. 

The creaking sound of the old wooden stairs echoed through the unusually quiet house.

When he opened the door, a room with a warm fragrance and a tidy bed welcomed them. 

Chezare carefully laid Medeia down on the soft sheets. 

Just as he was about to get up after carefully covering Medeia with the blanket, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him toward her. 

Was it their lips colliding first, or his body, frozen like ice, overlapping with hers first?

In his hazy mind, he couldn’t clearly distinguish.

“You…!”

Flames blazed in his golden eyes that shone like the sun. 

Chezare exhaled shortly, gritted his teeth, and raised his arms to create distance between their overlapping bodies.

However, Medeia’s hands would not let him go.

He seemed to hear faint curses escaping through his clenched teeth. 

“…If you don’t want to, say so.”

Medeia lightly pressed her lips to his rigid chin.

Chezare swallowed a sigh mixed with joy and despair. 

The good husband who had intended to put his wife to bed clearly hadn’t anticipated the current situation. 

“…Knowing that I’m, …ing… haa….” 

Medeia watched as he gritted his teeth as if enduring something and tried to get up.

The fading of his faint musk scent was somehow heartbreaking. 

When Medeia also tried to sit up, he pushed her shoulders back.

Without even being able to apply proper force lest he hurt her.

“Damn it, Medeia. Not here….”

He rubbed his gaunt face. 

Unrefined words flowed from his well-shaped lips as if his mind was in chaos.

“I said I would wait, but I’m not patient enough for this. No, it can’t happen. It shouldn’t….” 

Chezare’s Adam’s apple bobbed roughly as he tried to suppress something surging within him and regain his reason.

It was unclear whether his repeated words of refusal were directed at Medeia or at himself.

What was certain was,

‘I can’t have our first time in a place like this.’

This was the moment they had been waiting for, when their true feelings would touch each other. 

Despite the beautiful snowy landscape and the peaceful time that would only exist now, he could not accept this shabby cabin.

But he had forgotten. 

That this was a matter where he had never been given a choice to begin with.

“Why? Then don’t wait.”

Medeia turned Chezare’s cheek to meet his eyes. 

In truth, she had been awake since the moment he had lifted and carried her.

Emotions rippled like waves deep in her heart. 

She no longer turned away from the identity of that trembling.

She wanted him right now, in this moment—Chezare Kazen, she wanted him. 

She wanted to confirm once more with him that they were connected, that her fate was completely different from her past life.

Touch. Their lips met again, as if pleading.

“Chechee, don’t go.”

In that moment, surprise and joy flashed in his dawn-like golden eyes.

Medeia thought that no one could know how beautiful that sight was. 

‘I won’t show it to anyone.’

She had decided to acknowledge it now. 

Her complete possessiveness toward this man, the strongest and most beautiful in the world. 

“Today… I want to be with you. With you.”

The moment his pet name was called—taking the form of a request but clearly a command, 

Crack. A rough shattering sound brushed past both their ears.

It was the sound of the reason that had barely been holding Chezare back breaking apart. 

In an instant, their bodies were entwined.

In the rising passion, Medeia had to regret for the first time whether her choice had been too rash. 

“Ah…!”

Widened eyes. Cheeks glowing pink with fever, sharp nails leaving rough wounds on his broad back.

“Dea,”

The flames in his eyes as he brushed her sweat-dampened forehead simply would not be extinguished. 

Endless kisses rained down as if he would swallow everything—whether what flowed was tears or sweat, it didn’t matter.

Her head felt like it was melting like lava. 

Whenever fear arose that she could never return to how things were before, their hands intertwined. 

Time filled with warmth, affection, and marking.

Medeia wanted to bite his neck, and also wanted to escape from his crushing weight.

Embracing his firm back that wouldn’t let her go, Medeia thought.

Had the meeting of hearts always been this painful and pitiful? 

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A few days later.

The clear chirping of birds woke Medeia.

When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the room once again.

“…This is insane….” 

Medeia muttered in a daze. 

‘Just how much time has passed?’

Medeia touched her lips. Her swollen lips were completely dry.

It felt like someone had shattered the world she knew into pieces, reassembled it, and shoved it back into her head—an overwhelming and strangely unfamiliar sensation.

‘My God. What I knew wasn’t everything.’

To think physical affection could have such profound aftereffects.

‘Why on earth did I fall for that Jason bastard?’

Even the plausibility of her obsession with Jason in her past life now seemed utterly insignificant.

Then, creak.

The door opened.

A breathtakingly handsome man entered the room.

“Good morning, Dea.”

His low voice, trailing slightly at the end, resonated through the languid air. Morning sunlight wrapped around his black hair like golden thread.

Through the disheveled shirt, his firm and refined body was revealed.

He looked like a sensual sculpture carved with divine devotion.

“….” 

Medeia glared at him. 

If her whole body didn’t ache as if she’d been beaten, she would have given him a thorough beating.

But he seemed to welcome even that, approaching Medeia and bending down. 

Touch.

His slightly damp hair brushed against her shoulder, and before she knew it, her cheek was gently pressed.

Medeia pushed him away with a flushed face.

As she flinched while trying to get out of bed, strong arms lifted her up. 

“Why are you like this?”

She stopped struggling. 

She had noticed bloodstains on the bandages wrapped around Chezare’s chest.

“It’s nothing serious. Is the temperature okay like this?”

Along with his nonchalant answer, light kisses landed on her nape and temple.

He steadily lowered Medeia into the steaming wooden bathtub. 

Steam rose from the rough wooden tub, and the fragrant scent of medicinal herbs tickled her nose.

“…Now get out.”

At Medeia’s order to leave, he raised the corners of his mouth.

“Your Highness might need assistance.”

His low voice echoing in her ears carried a hint of laughter.

Along with the sound of him clicking his tongue affectionately as if pitying her legs wobbling like a young deer’s, her cheek was gently pressed again. 

The sensation of flesh touching and parting was moist. 

“Dea, hmm?”

When Medeia shook her head, he asked persistently again. 

As a bonus, he waved a soft sponge, prepared who knows when. Fluffy bubbles were already clinging to it here and there.

“Then shall I wash your hair?”

“You? When you’ve never even done it before.”

Medeia snorted. 

Chezare carefully attending to someone’s bath.

At such an utterly unrealistic imagination, Medeia instinctively shook her head.

The corners of Chezare’s eyes crinkled slightly. 

“You know. Your man is good at everything from the start.”

His playful eyes, hiding unsatisfied hunger, swept past Medeia’s white shoulders. 

Splash-!

The wet sponge snatched from Chezare’s hand hit the bathtub and fell.

“…Get out.”

Unlike her voice filled with murderous intent, Medeia’s ears and white cheeks were dyed bright red. 

“Fine. Then I have no choice but to prepare Your Highness’s breakfast.”

Chezare burst into laughter, pressed his lips to her wet cheek, and left.

Medeia quickly hid her head inside the bathtub. 

Was it because of the hot heat? It felt like steam was rising from her entire body.

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