162: 36 Man to Man

36 Man to Man

Nuri’s POV

We spent a day at the horse farm. When dusk came, I took Sibyl and Doyle back to the palace.

I was going to take them back to my castle, but seeing Doyle sleeping on Sibyl's lap in my carriage, I decided to send him back to the palace first.

If I brought the Crown Prince into my home, the king and his ministers would think I wanted to kill him or use him to threaten the royal family. This action will cause a lot of unexpected trouble. Sibyl and Doyle are very happy today and I don't want any surprises to spoil their good mood.

Sibyl looks down gently at Doyle, stroking his hair like a loving mother.

“Thank you. I can feel that Doyle is very happy today. He hasn't smiled so happily in a long time.” Sibyl looks at me with grateful eyes.

There is a sense of satisfaction in my heart. I have had many successes and honors on the battlefield, and many people have bowed and praised me, but the admiration and gratitude from Sibyl and her brother made me feel different.

Maybe because the people who cheered me weren't going to come into my life, and Sibyl and Doyle are my family.

“Don't move,” Sibyl whispered. She leaned over me and put her hand on my chest.

What's she doing?

A kind of expectation suddenly appeared in my mind, as vague as the morning fog. Before I could think, her hand was in my coat.

I try to control my breathing and keep my cool expression.

I looked down at Doyle, who was sleeping. He's a minor. Would it be bad if we made out in front of him?

Just as I was considering whether to hold Sibyl, her hand retreated.

“You've lost a button on your shirt.” She held an onyx button in her hand. “It must have fallen off when you taught Doyle to ride. I'll sew it on for you when we get home.”

I felt a slight and indescribable loss. I glanced at her and saw that her attention had returned to Doyle.

Are all women easily distracted by children?

With that in mind, I think it might be a bad idea to get Sibyl pregnant this year. I should teach her how to take care of her husband before she has children.

Sibyl is gently wiping her brother's sweat with a handkerchief.

“You don't have to be nervous. The boy needs to exercise, or he will always be so weak,” I whispered.

Sibyl's hand paused, and she nodded. “Doyle used to live with Meggie and me. In his life, there are no adult men, like a father or a brother. You're right. A boy needs exercise. We can take care of him, but we can't teach him how to be a man.”

“It's not your fault,” I interrupted, not wanting her to blame herself, “When he's not the crown prince anymore, I can let him live in my military camp for a while. He needs to live with strong men and learn how to develop his masculinity.”

“Really?” Sibyl's voice rose, then she covered her mouth for fear of waking Doyle.

“Thank you,” she continued in a low voice.

“If we have a son in the future, I will take him to live in the army at a fixed time every year. A boy who wants to be a hero must be trained,” I said as I put my hand over Sibyl's, my finger circled the back of her hand.

Sibyl's ears are red, a sign of her shyness.

She tried to move her hand, but I held it tighter. “I promised you I would help your brother, but you have to promise me two things.”

“What?” Sibyl was nervous.

“First, it's dangerous to keep a former crown prince. To protect my family and prevent accidents, I must have enough sons,” I said, glancing at her, “You know, I can't do this alone.”

Sibyl's ears were redder. “I know.”

“Second, I am your husband. You must put me first in your heart. You cannot care about others more than me.” I remained serious.

The carriage was silent, and Sibyl chuckled.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Are you jealous?” Sibyl laughed. “Doyle is riding for the first time today, so I'm nervous about him. But I'm not ignoring you...”

I cleared my throat. “I'm not jealous...”

Sibyl put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. “Don't be angry...”

I felt like all my dissatisfaction was gone in an instant. I still had a serious look on my face. “I didn't...”

Sibyl kissed me on the lips again and then leaned into my arms.

Oh, God. When did she learn to do that?

I felt my limbs had lost their strength, as if I were lying on soft cotton.

My wife, Sibyl, knows what I'm thinking and how to make me happy. I can't be mad at her.

………………………………

It was dark by the time I got back to the palace. Sibyl is in the yard telling the maids how to take care of Doyle. I stood by the bedroom window to enjoy the scent of Gardenia.

“Sir Rodriguez,” a voice called my name.

I turned around. Doyle was awake, and he looked at me with wide, curious eyes.

“May I ask my sister to stay and sleep with me tonight?”

“No,” I refused. Sibyl is married. According to the rules, a married princess cannot spend the night in the palace unless invited by the Queen.

There was a loss in Doyle's eyes.

“But she can visit you often, and I can take you to the horse farm later,” I comforted him.

“Thank you.” His eyes had a nice smile, similar to Sibyl's.

He looked at me and said, “You're married to my sister. That means you'll live together forever, right?”

“Yes.”

“Although my sister kept it from me, I knew that she had been preparing to leave the palace,” sighed Doyle, “This palace is like a big net, making us feel suffocated. When my mom was still alive, she would often tell us about life on the grassland. My sister said that when she grew up, she would definitely take us away from here.”

I opened my mouth in surprise. I didn't know Sibyl had the courage or the plans to leave the palace.

“My sister loves freedom. If it weren't for taking care of me, she would have left the palace in secret. Our father doesn't care about us, so he won't even notice that there's a princess missing from the palace.” Doyle's tone is sad.

“Did Sibyl say anything else to you?”

Doyle cradled his chin in his hands, trying to remember. “Actually, she didn't say that to me very often. She always told me that life would be better in the future, but I knew she was going through a lot.”

Doyle took one look at me and quickly added, “But she didn't talk about other men...”

Of course, I know I'm the only man Sibyl loves.

“Sir Rodriguez, could you give me a promise?”

I chuckled. “Go ahead.” 2

“Please love my sister and take good care of her. She had been unhappy in the palace. She is not a willful person, and she used to hide the sadness and pain in her heart. Even when faced with something she doesn't want to do, she forces herself to do it to alleviate the anger of others. Sir Rodriguez, my sister is a gentle and thoughtful girl. She deserves to be loved. You're a hero, and I'm glad my sister married you so she can live happily ever after and not be bullied anymore.”

I looked at Doyle. Although he is only 10 years old, he knows Sibyl's heart and cares about her.

I touched his head. “She is my wife. I will always love her and take care of her.”

There was a big smile on Doyle's face and my mood improved.

“What are you talking about?” Sibyl went into the bedroom.

“Sis, Sir Rodriguez promised to teach me how to ride a horse,” Doyle said cheerfully.

“You have to work out and get stronger, or I'll worry about you,” Sibyl said, tidying up his clothes.

“I see. It's getting dark, sister. It’s time to go home. If you stay here, the queen will be angry. I can take care of myself,” Doyle said in an adult tone.

“I remember you pestering me to sleep with you a few months ago,” joked Sibyl.

Doyle gave me a careful look and said to Sibyl, “But now that you are married, you will sleep with your husband.”

Sibyl smiled and touched his face. “Good night. I'll see you in a few days.”

“Okay.” Doyle lay on the bed and exchanged a look with me.

I chuckled, and his eyes seemed to say, “I am giving you my sister.”

I held Sibyl's hand as if I had done some sort of ritual.

A man, Doyle, gave me Sibyl. From now on, I will love her and be responsible for her.

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