Ensnaring his Dark Moon-Chapter 270: Kneel

’’I was barely awake when you knocked,’’ Esme said.

’’Why are you covered like this, Es? How do you feel?" Jeremiah frowned, ’’Are you sick?"

’’My body has been feeling warm lately so I sleep without clothes. You barged in like that so I grabbed it to cover myself,’’ she said with a straight face.

Jeremiah’s face turned red. He removed his gold embroidered black outer robe and draped it over her head, ’’I should not have done that. At times like this, I forget that we are not even married yet,’’ he rubbed the back of his neck, looking unlike the stoic heir apparent that he was, ’’Yesterday when you left the dinner table, you did not look well. I ended up discussing the kingdom’s affairs and later, the King asked me to let you rest so I could not come after you,’’ he stroked her face.

Esme grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, ’’I know you are worried about me.’’

Jeremiah sighed helplessly, ’’In this world, you are the only woman who keeps worrying me like this,’’ he stroked her fingers, ’’But we are getting married in four days and after that, there would be nothing for me to worry about. I will go to sleep seeing your face and I will wake up to the sight of it. The days ahead are going to be filled with nothing, but bliss.’’

’’Four days? So soon?" Esme’s eyes widened when he nodded.

’’The King gave his blessings.’’

’’I am so happy,’’ Esme smiled.

Jeremiah nodded, ’’So am I. When I became the heir apparent, I never thought that there would be a day when I would marry someone out of love or think about starting a family with them. You make my dreams come true, Es...’’ he trailed off, appearing to be choked up with his emotions.

He stroked her hand for one last time before stepping back from her, ’’I would get them to prepare the food for you.’’

As she nodded at him with a huge smile on her face, he smiled back and left her room.

The guards closed the door and the smile on Esme’s face dropped.

The hand that Jeremiah was holding was still hanging in the air as she removed his robe from her body with her other hand and swung it to the ground.

Pushing herself to her feet, Esme let the sheets roll down her body as she stepped on the robe and walked towards the bath before dipping her hand in the water.

As the scales appeared on her skin, she rubbed the spots he had touched, ’’How disgusting!’’ a small frown appeared on her expressionless face.

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The sky was gradually turning dark when Jeremiah walked back to his room after meeting Esme.

His footsteps slowed down, ’’Elder brother?"

Marcus Norwell, who was talking to the guards turned around to look at him with a frown, ’’You are back? Where were you?" his voice was stern.

Jeremiah smiled at him gently, ’’Es has not been feeling well so I went to see her.’’

’’That woman is nothing but a burden to you. She will drag you down eventually,’’ Marcus frowned, ’’She does not even know how to use her powers—’’

’’Brother, regardless of anything, she is my future wife,’’ Jeremiah cut him off, ’’And I love her just the way she is.’’

The maids who were passing by heard those sweet and gushed in their hearts. Everyone knew how much the heir apparent adored the lady, even though it was somehow overshadowed by the King’s doting nature and affection towards Esme.

But at times like this, they could not help but feel that all of them wanted a husband like Jeremiah for themselves.

It was, after all, a far-fetched dream of being doted on by the King like they were his child.

So, they could only dream of what seemed a bit less unreal. Because Esme was a beautiful ordinary lady. Beautiful yet ordinary but she captured the heir apparent’s heart and ended up in this castle she could only dream of before.

Since she could do it, they could wish for it too. Most of them thought like that.

Marcus rubbed the spot between his brows and dismissed the guards before he stepped inside Jeremiah’s room.

As soon as Jeremiah followed the man and closed the door behind him, the smile on his face disappeared without leaving a trace, ’’Kneel before you report,’’ he walked off to the bed and poured himself a cup of wine.

Marcus Norwell dropped to his knees without hesitation as if he had done it many times before.

If anyone else witnessed this, they would have been shocked beyond anything to find the head of the Norwell family on his knees.

’’The King was talking about the invasion of merchants into the human territories—’’

’’Same old matters,’’ Jeremiah waved a hand, ’’Anything interesting?"

’’N-No,’’ Marcus stammered, noticing how his younger brother did not seem to be in a stable mood. That made him further paranoid.

If this man acted this way even after he became the King, Marcus did not know where he would be standing in the battle of powers.

The soft threads of a plan started weaving themselves inside his head.

Luckily, he still had a few cards up his sleeves. Once his daughter got her hands on that Duke, he would use that man to get Aleister to do his bidding and threaten him.

Initially, he wanted to kill Aleister using the man’s own uncle. But his death would go in vain. He could keep him to use him.

’’What are you plotting, my dear brother?" Jeremiah threw the gold cup which struck Marcus’ forehead.

Marcus dared not to move as blood trickled down the side of his face, ’’Nothing.’’

’’Where is my dear niece?"

’’She is cultivating.’’

’’Is that it?" Jeremiah eyed her suspiciously.

Marcus nodded, ’’She is worried that her brother would take her position if she does not work harder.’’