The Tyrant's Pet

Abel continued to caress Aries's back tenderly and in silence. All that time, his eyes never left her beautiful face, smiling in satisfaction at having her in his arms. Throughout this journey, Abel never left her side day in and out. So, he understood the reason she wanted to see him first thing in the morning because she was already used to it.

It was silly, considering they barely saw each other in the Maganti Empire, but it was alright. It wasn't like Aries would stop her world because of him. She wasn't that type of lady. The more she knew about his world, the more she would find it interesting since she was like that.

It might be a bitter pill to swallow, but Aries wouldn't grow if she stayed at his side all day long. Why? Because Abel would confine her in the bedroom with him; he didn't mind moving his office to their bedroom, after all. She'd be his snack every break time.

But obviously, Dexter had foreseen that coming. Whether Aries invited them to avoid their discussion at that time or didn't, Dexter would surely fight for her. That Marquess... might've enjoyed pressing Abel's nerves, but at the same time, he sincerely cared for Aries and would rather offend Abel than lose her in this bloody world they moved in.

There were still many things Aries needed to learn and know.

"Until now, he still hadn't moved on with that woman's passing," he whispered, observing Aries's deep breaths. "She seemed truly exhausted. I shouldn't have held back." — but Aries wouldn't sleep immediately if Abel reached orgasm that fast.

"She needs rest," he told himself when he felt a building tension in his groin just by looking at her face. "She'll be in big trouble once she fully recovered."

Abel bit his lips and moved his face closer to her, planting a kiss on her neck, and drawing his head back before his hand could undress her. Another deep sigh escaped his mouth. It was no fun holding back when a very delectable dish was right in front of him. One orgasm wasn't enough to quench his insatiable lust.

"I wish I can be inside her forever." He shook his head, disheartened at the building-up sexual frustration in his heart. If this wasn't Aries and if he didn't care for her well-being, Aries would've been awake by now, and this bed would have been creaking intensely.

It took him quite some time idling beside her before he carefully slipped away without waking her up. When Abel sat on the edge of the bed, he looked back at her.

"What a shame," came out a dejected voice before he pushed himself away from the bed. He wordlessly sauntered towards the stand, grabbing the cloak he had been wearing and flinging it around his shoulder. While tying the drawstrings, Abel walked towards the window.

As soon as he opened the window, a wind carrying the scent of chocolate wafted his nose. His lips stretched from ear to ear as his eyes glinted.

"Interesting," he whispered, planting his hand on the jamb. "I wonder what sort of monster they brought into this world?"

The second those words slipped past his lips, Abel jumped out of the window, only to ascend before crashing to the ground. Abel flew at full speed, eyes glinting with excitement, heading straight to the imperial palace.

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<strong>[ Haimirich Imperial Palace: Throne Hall ]</strong>

"All arguments were raised and this royal court had addressed each of them with a careful approach, which now leads to this deliberation," said the man, facilitating another royal court session. His firm voice was echoing across the throne hall with the pin-drop silence from everyone in the room.

"For the past months, our great empire had massed produce all sorts of sweets containing cocoa as the key ingredient. To commemorate this success, the majority of us approved of renaming this great country as a sign of loyalty to all the chocolate in the world," the man continued with utter seriousness as if he detected nothing amiss in his statements. "Chocolates are the best in this world, and thus, this great empire will own its name as a sign of greatness."

"All hail chocolate!" one minister yelled with a clap, only to stop when everyone around him shot him a look.

"And as part of the renaming of our empire to be approved by our almighty and great ruler, the only shining sun, we had also agreed to create a palace made of chocolate," the man continued, and no one argued as this had been addressed from the previous court meetings. Basically, the majority of them had agreed to create an empire of chocolate, as per the sovereign's request.

As they continued to read tonight's court meeting before the signing of this verdict, the person sitting on the golden throne was munching a bar of chocolate. A pair of bright crimson with a faint tint of green underneath scanned the throne hall. Little feet were swinging back and forth as they didn't reach the floor.

When the minister facilitating the court meeting looked back at the person sitting on the throne, his eyes sparkled as if his heart had just melted like a bar of melted chocolate. He patted his chest and turned to face the rest of the ministers standing before the throne.

"Since no one had objected to our dearest sovereign's wishes, the renaming of the empire will now commence." The man announced with a firm voice, very different from the expression he showed at the sight of the sovereign sitting on the throne.

Multiple people approached the throne while carrying a table with the royal seal and a document on top of it. They carefully placed it in front of the throne so the sovereign could sign it, and this empire would be officially renamed. Everyone waited with bated breaths as they watched a little hand reaching for the pen, moving it to the document to sign it.

However, just before the tip of the quill could touch the document, everyone jumped when someone suddenly barged into the door. Everyone slowly turned their heads at the door, catching a figure standing leisurely, and as if a spell was broken, the life in their eyes returned, which was immediately replaced with confusion.

"I was wondering what sort of guest who came to entertain me, but alas... I didn't expect this." Abel let out an amused scoff as his eyes fell on the person sitting on his golden throne. As soon as he did, the latter's eyes lit up upon meeting Abel's eyes. A silver-haired toddler jumped from her seat, running down the steps, making the hazel streak of her hair flow back.

With a bright, adorable grin, she called. "Grandpa!"