The Kidnapped Prince is Mine Now - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7
Did I mishear what he just said?
As I blinked, Rotar continued speaking.
“It seems you lack perception in such matters.”
What? Seriously?
“Wait, Wolfgang likes me?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you completely mistaken about this?”
“I anticipated you would react precisely this way.”
???
No, what do you know? This is the first time we’ve had a proper conversation!
While I stammered, unable to decide where to begin my objections, we had already arrived at the Inn.
Wolfgang, grinning as though nothing had happened, ascended the stairs ahead of us and spoke.
“The leftmost room on this floor belongs to the Saint, and the rightmost room is the guest chamber for His Highness the Prince.”
That man harbors dark intentions toward me? Does he usually just babble about showing his rear end to women with ulterior motives?
No matter how I thought about it, Rotar seemed to have developed premature jealousy. I would need to address this matter later.
I followed Wolfgang up the stairs and asked.
“What about the other rooms?”
“Since there are no other guests at the moment, we have rented them all. You need only regard anyone besides the innkeeper as a potential threat….”
“Wait.”
A low voice cut short Wolfgang’s explanation. The owner of that voice was obvious.
Why? Why again?!
Rotar regarded Wolfgang with one eyebrow raised. He asked.
“Why do we have separate chambers?”
“…Yes?”
Rotar turned his gaze, which had now shifted toward me.
“You are a wife who desired me so intensely that you orchestrated an abduction marriage. Surely you would want to share a bed?”
….
I smoothly averted my eyes from Rotar’s gaze and looked toward Wolfgang.
Hmm, do I look like that right now too? His expression was blankly vacant in a way uncharacteristic of him.
His lips kept moving slightly, not from lack of words but from sheer bewilderment.
Wolfgang quickly regained his composure and faced me. But it was not only Wolfgang.
The gazes of all the knights surrounding us were directed toward me.
‘Saint, what will you do?’
Their eyes seemed to ask precisely that.
In truth, most of the Holy Knight Order knew that my marriage to Rotar was pure deception.
It meant I could draw the line here and confine Rotar to the far right corner room without needing to worry about suspicious glances.
However.
“…We will share the left room. It will be more convenient for protection that way.”
“If you are considering the Order’s convenience, there is no need to do so.”
“Stop your complaints and help me with the luggage.”
It was Wolfgang who had drawn the line.
I watched the playfulness vanish completely from his face.
I’d forgotten, seeing only that infuriatingly cheerful smile, that he was the type of man with a rather cold disposition.
An unwarranted sense of guilt crept over me, and I averted my gaze. It wasn’t as though I had betrayed anyone…
There were reasons for supporting Maximilian’s position.
‘This man has nowhere else to turn but me in this place.’
A tragic prince who had lost all his limbs. Now that Wolfgang had positioned himself in opposition, the Holy Knight Order would be even less inclined to favor him.
If I didn’t look after him here, who would?
Wolfgang fell silent for a moment, then opened his mouth again, his voice somewhat more composed.
“Very well. I shall take the adjoining room, so simply call if any issues arise.”
“Understood.”
That should suffice.
I immediately seized Maximilian’s hand and pulled. I needed to separate him from Wolfgang quickly before any more troublesome situations could develop. I was eager to get to our room and wash up.
But it seemed the difficult customer’s complaints were far from over.
“You intend to take the adjoining room.”
Maximilian tilted his head to the side as he repeated it back to me.
His stone-like body didn’t budge a millimeter whether I pulled or not, standing firm as a monument. How infuriating.
Maximilian’s gaze swept over Wolfgang from head to toe as he continued.
“I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m uncertain what rumors might circulate.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
Wolfgang’s words trailed off as his mouth opened in apparent confusion.
“…Ha.”
His face, which had released a derisive snort as if hearing nonsense, was now cold—frigid even.
And me, caught between them? I wanted nothing more than to drive a straight punch into Maximilian’s abdomen right then and there.
‘What rumors!’
For a kidnapped man, he had the audacity of a shameless beast.
I pinched the back of his hand, urging him to stop, but he remained unmoved. Did this man not know how to feel pain?
In the end, I inserted myself between the two and cut the conversation short.
“He means you might lose sleep from the sound of a married couple’s quarrels. Now then, Wolfgang? Don’t worry about it—go rest in your room.”
Wolfgang, who had been staring at my face, shrugged as if accepting the explanation and turned away.
“As the Saint says.”
He seemed to understand my silent plea not to add any more fuel to the fire. His eyes had been somewhat sharp, though.
Only then did the Holy Knights, who had been watching the standoff between the two men, depart to their own rooms as if the interesting spectacle had concluded.
So, what now?
I lowered my voice and asked Maximilian.
“Tell me—are you insane?”
“No.”
“Did you suffer a head injury while imprisoned in the Imperial Underground Prison?”
“No.”
I irritably pulled Rotar’s hand, and this time he followed without resistance.
I shoved him into the room assigned to him. With a build like an elephant, he created an annoying amount of trouble.
I shut the door with a loud bang and turned around to find Rotar standing there blankly.
I poked his chest and asked.
“So why do you keep picking fights with the Holy Knight Order commander who’s just minding his own business? Do you want your belly pierced by a sword infused with holy power?”
“If you request a duel, I am willing to accept.”
“What? Before that, I’ll be the one dancing with my blade first. Don’t cause unnecessary trouble and just stay quiet. We’re already surrounded by enemies on all sides—why increase the odds of getting cut?”
“I shall remember your words.”
Rotar replied with an expressionless face. His expression was utterly unreadable.
This bastard was clearly trying to brush past this. He just wanted to escape the situation because he didn’t want to hear nagging!
‘I thought he’d be easy to train.’
He was a man prone to impulsive actions more than I’d expected. I shook my head and looked around the room instead.
The guest room wasn’t in bad condition. A fire already burning in the fireplace. Hot water and towels. One spacious bed.
It seemed the inn had given me their best room. That Wolfgang, his sense wasn’t bad after all.
I silently praised him as I removed the robe draped over my dress. I was about to kneel down and unpack the luggage that had been moved into the room beforehand.
“….”
It was too quiet behind me.
When I turned around, Rotar was staring at the lower part of my dress. Only then did I remember the bloodstains that must be on it.
“What? Does your heart ache?”
“Yes.”
“What are you talking about? It’s your blood.”
I was bothered by Rotar’s blatant gaze, but I finished unpacking. It was to retrieve the chemise I could sleep in.
‘Hmm.’
But when I actually held it up… wasn’t it a bit too thin to wear while sharing a room with such a large man? It would be quite see-through.
Not that I had other options. I couldn’t sleep in a dress covered in dust from outside. I was worrying while fidgeting with the sleeves.
“Elise.”
With a flat call, a shadow fell over my head. At the same time, a familiar scent wafted over—the smell of leather and wood.
Rotar, who had drawn close without my noticing, was resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Please continue with what you were saying earlier.”
What, what, what the hell.
My mind froze momentarily at the sudden contact. What was he trying to pull?
“Continue what?”
“The reason why my probability of defeating Maximilian approaches zero.”
…Ah, that?
Did we really need to discuss that while pressed against each other like this?
No matter how I thought about it, this prince definitely left the Imperial Palace with a head injury.
Maximilian, if you were going to kill him anyway, how brutally did you torture him?
I clicked my tongue inwardly and pushed Rotar’s cheek away with one hand.
“First, I want to wash up.”
“I shall assist you.”
“I can manage on my own.”
“Isn’t that what marriage is—sharing tasks even when one could do them alone?”
His silver tongue was beginning to irritate me.
The face pressed close to mine didn’t budge an inch when I pushed against it. I could only feel the firm muscle and elevated warmth radiating through my palm.
Too exhausted to keep refusing, I nodded.
Fine, let me see how well this prince can serve. Let’s see what he’s capable of…
“Pardon me.”
Oh, damn.

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