160: 34 Broken My Rules

34 Broken My Rules

Sibyl’s POV

We looked at each other for a few seconds and Nuri continued to patiently clean my body.

But I know the atmosphere between us has changed.

I regret saying that because it sounds like a complaint, even a request.

Nuri's family died because of the royal family, and it is not for me to complain in front of him about the life of a crown prince.

What happened today has nothing to do with Nuri. It was my father and servants who mistreated Doyle, not Nuri.

I bit my lip and stopped talking.

His large hands touched my body, and I could feel the calluses on his hands from his sword.

“Is that why you went to the palace today?” His voice was calm, and I could not tell his mood.

"Yes," I replied.

"Your brother -- how is he?"

Is he concerned about Doyle?

"He was sick, but the servants kept him in his room. The doctors refused to treat him. When I saw him, he was convulsing in pain," my tears fell on Nuri's hands.

Nuri saw my tears and frowned. "How is he now?"

I took a deep breath to calm myself. "He's been treated."

I didn't mention Manolo because I felt Nuri didn't like me meeting Manolo.

Nuri patted me on the back. "Don't be sad. I will punish the servants and the doctors tomorrow."

I looked at him in surprise. I thought he'd be mad at me for staying late at the palace, but he wasn't. He even offered to help me and Doyle.

It was well known that the king did not care for Doyle, and that the Queen hated him, so the servants and doctors dared to mistreat him. Although Nuri has not publicly expressed his feelings towards Doyle, it is widely believed that he dislikes Doyle.

Even if Doyle dies, no one will be angry except me. But my voice doesn't matter either.

If Nuri could expressed his support for him, Doyle's life would have been easier.

My heart is beating faster and faster. An idea grew wildly in my mind.

Maybe Nuri would have done more for me?

My emotions are like lava in my throat. I hate the silence, and I want to shout out my thoughts.

"Nuri," I grabbed his arm, "Can you get Doyle out of the palace? The title Crown Prince will only bring him more pain and bad luck. Let him be an ordinary man. Let him grow up happy in a quiet place and live a simple life."

"You want me to annul a prince's claim to the throne and take him out of the Palace?" Nuri asked me.

"Yes." I nodded vigorously. "I know it's too much. But I have no choice, please."

"You have read the history. You should know that no disinherited prince can survive outside the palace."

I closed my eyes in despair.

He's right. Many princes throughout history have tried to leave the palace to start a new life, but as long as they have royal blood in their veins, they cannot escape intrigue, traps and murder.

Even if some princes choose to be monks, they still cannot find peace. Those who want the crown will seek them out, threaten them, and wage war in their name.

So, Doyle has to live in hell?

"There is only one way." Nuri's voice was deeper than usual.

"What?" I looked into his eyes.

Instead of answering my question, he asked me a new one. "What would you do if one day I came into the palace and pointed my sword at your father?"

My breathing stopped.

I knew he would seek revenge sooner or later. We've been tiptoeing around the question, but he came right out and said it today.

"You know, your father and me. Only one of us will live."

I felt as if I had no strength in my body. My legs went weak and I fell forward.

Nuri held me. “Your father or me? You can only choose one. Your answer is very important to me.”

He stared at me. His eyes were so hot that I dared not look at him.

This is the second time I've been asked this question today. During the day, my father asked me to make a choice; at night, my husband asked me to make a choice too.

"I can't fight you," I said hoarsely.

"When I take your father's place as king, I will let your brother live in a castle. If he does not betray me, I will not hurt him," Nuri promised me.

This is for the best. I cried and said, "I see. Thank you."

He carried me to bed. “At first, I didn't want any royals to live. You know, killing everyone is the best way to save me a lot of trouble. I never allow my personal feelings to interfere with my decision-making. It is my principle. But since I married you, I have broken my rules many times. I've decided to let you live, to be my queen, and now to protect your brother. It's a stupid decision, but I want to make a commitment to you."

I cried a lot.

He began to kiss me, gently and affectionately.

"I'm taking the most important adventure of my life. Don't leave me, Sibyl, I love you."

I heard his powerful heartbeat, and my tears blurred my vision.

The man who hated royalty became my husband. He said he was going to kill my father, but he also said he was going to protect me and my brother.

He said he loved me.

I love him, too.

Complex emotions envelop us.

We hug, we kiss, and we make love.

He was patient and crazy tonight. He caresses my sensibilities and penetrates me in my favorite position.

"Sibyl... Sibyl..." he murmured my name.

As I took his thrust, I closed my eyes to enjoy his call.

It makes me feel like I'm being loved.

The thrill of making love spread through my body. I feel like there are millions of tiny brushes gently brushing my skin and p.ussy. I feel itchy, sore, happy, and hungry for more.

"Nuri... Don't stop..." 0

Nuri speeded up, my breathing more rapid.

I held him and felt the tension and sweat on his back and chest.

“F.uck me hard, Nuri.”

Nuri is like a victorious general who conquers me, makes me groan, and makes me o.rgasm.

My wall wraps around his member, passing my love and joy to him.

The future is hard to predict, but we have each other right now, and that's enough.

“OH, Nuri, you f.ucked so deep...”

“I’m coming……“

…………………………………………

I woke up in the middle of the night.

I half opened my mouth in the dark, thinking about the s.ex tonight.

I rolled over, trying to hold my husband.

But he's gone.

I sat up in a panic and touched where he had slept. Where it's still hot.

Thank God. Everything tonight is not a dream.

I put on a coat and walked out of the bedroom towards the study.

The light of the candle could be seen in the window of the study, and I guessed that Nuri was there.

I went to the door and was about to knock when I found it open.

I pushed the door open and saw Nuri sitting with his back to me.

In the candlelight, I sensed his heavy mood.

In front of him, there was a broken old flag. It had the Rodriguez family crest and some dark red blood on it.

He looked at the flag quietly, like a statue. He seemed to be praying, and also confessing.

It was the flag his father and brother had died with.

I looked at his back. He was like a sad big boy.

I closed the door quietly and left him alone.

The temperature at night is a little cold. I wrapped up my coat, stood in the corridor, looking at the Moon.

The Moon is gentle. She comforts everyone who can't sleep at night. But the world is really cruel, everyone has pain and sorrow hidden in his heart.

Nuri has always been a tall, brave and even domineering person, so I often ignore his vulnerable side.

He was a child when his family died. He endured despair that no one else could have imagined.

He was an avenger, but he made some compromises for me.

I sought his protection, but ignored his vulnerability and grief.

Nuri, whatever happens, I will be by your side.

I admire the moon quietly and pray to the Moon piously: I hope my husband will not suffer any more pain or illness. I am willing to bear some suffering for him, as long as he can be happy in the future.

The Moon didn't answer me. She was still so gentle, touching everyone with the moonlight.

……

The next day, when I woke up, Nuri was already in the palace.

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