I Became King by Following My Little Sister's Advice. Now the Princess I Forced to Marry Is Giving Me Death Stares, What Should I Do? - Chapter 08: Moa, I’ll Embrace the Princess!

Chapter 08: Moa, I’ll Embrace the Princess!

“Moa, what should I do… It seems like Princess Medina really dislikes me…”

Van, who had failed (or maybe not?) in his confession, returned to his room and sought comfort from his sister.

“Even the maid was angry… I’m definitely hated. What should I do?”

“There, there, my poor brother. Don’t be so down.”

Moa hugged her crying brother and gently patted his head, looking happy.

“Don’t worry. The princess doesn’t hate you. She was just surprised by what happened.”

“R-Really? She doesn’t hate me?”

“Yes, it’s fine.”

Moa assured him without hesitation. 

She accepted her troubled brother’s sorrow and smiled warmly.

“Princess Medina is very wise and responsible. She will soon realize… that the only way to contribute to this country is to become your wife.”

Medina had two choices left:

Become Van’s wife and help stabilize the new government.

Or… an honorable death.

As the last survivor, she could end her life, bringing the Aidron royal family to an end.

“She won’t abandon her responsibilities by choosing death. She’s smart enough to understand what benefits herself and her followers.”

The actions of a fool are unpredictable. 

However, a wise person chooses the right path, making their actions easier to foresee.

“If things go well, she might call you to her room tonight… to captivate you and make you her puppet.”

To restore the pride and authority of the royal family, Medina had to control Van from the shadows. 

As an idealistic princess, she would do whatever it took to achieve her vision.

As Van thought this over, there was a knock on the door.

“Excuse me, Lord Arlengs, may I come in?”

“Come.”

Van quickly straightened up, wiping away his tears and standing with dignity.

The door opened, and a soldier entered the room.

“Former Princess Medina asked me to deliver this letter.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“Then, I shall take my leave.”

The soldier handed Van the letter and left the room.

Hearing the soldier’s footsteps fade, Van’s eyes filled with tears again.

“M-Moa! It’s a letter from the princess! What should I do!?”

“She decided quicker than I thought… Let me see.”

Moa took the letter from her brother, opened the envelope, and skimmed through the contents. She then nodded with satisfaction.

“It seems the butterfly has flown into the spider’s web.”

“Huh?”

“Brother, something very fortunate has happened.”

Moa’s lips curled into a wide smile, one that could be seen as angelic or devilish, as she spoke to her brother.

“Let’s celebrate with some drinks, shall we? Plenty of it… enough to bathe in.”

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“Sigh…”

Sitting on her bed in the bedroom, Medina let out a deep sigh.

During the day, Van had proposed to her, and she had sent him a letter that same day.

The letter asked him to come to her room that night for her answer.

(Tonight, I will be embraced… by that man, the one who destroyed the royal family…)

“Sigh…”

Thinking about being embraced by the enemy of her family made her sigh involuntarily.

Medina didn’t originally dislike Van.

Despite being from a lower noble family, he had earned numerous honors as a knight and wasn’t arrogant about it. 

He served the people, carried out his duties diligently despite the disdain of the great nobles.

She even felt a sense of respect for such an honest knight.

Medina, too, had always wanted to save the oppressed people of the kingdom and aimed for the same goal.

(But we only had similar thoughts. Fundamentally, he and I were different.)

The crucial difference between Van and Medina was that Medina wanted to bring happiness to the people within the framework of the Aidron Kingdom.

She aimed to take power from the oppressive royals and great nobles to reform the government. 

She couldn’t respect them, but as family, she loved her parents and brothers.

She never considered destroying the Aidron Kingdom, even if it was beneficial for the people.

(But… that man was different. He believed the Aidron Kingdom shouldn’t exist and that the king must die, so he rebelled.)

It was probably the right decision.

If she hadn’t been directly involved, Medina might have thought so too. 

Medina had planned to reform the country but never intended to take the lives of the king and her family. 

She had thought of building them a nice country house in a peaceful rural area where they could live out their days.

But such a gentle approach would have taken time. 

Achieving reforms while considering her family’s lives would have taken at least three years.

“How many will die, Princess Medina, before you can rebuild the country… how many lives will be lost by then?”

(He rebelled to save the lives that would have been lost in those three years. He is probably right. He must be right…)

“But… I loved them.”

She murmured, her voice trembling with tears.

She had loved them. Her family.

Her father, her mother, her brother… she had loved them.

No matter how terrible they were, she didn’t want them to die.

Her father, the king, was a coward. His fear made him distrustful of the people, leading to oppressive rule to weaken their power.

Her mother, the queen, was delicate. Easily hurt, she armored herself with dresses and jewels to hide her vulnerability.

Her brother, the crown prince, was lonely. Fearful of solitude, he sought warmth through the company of women, never caring about the means.

They were all unfit to rule. They shouldn’t have had power.

Yet, Medina loved them deeply, from the bottom of her heart.

(Van Arlengs. You are right. Future historians will acknowledge this.)

But… she could never forgive him for killing her family.

(That’s why… I will take my revenge. I will be embraced by you, become your wife, and turn you into a puppet to lead the country in the right direction! With my hands, I will bring happiness to the people. That is my revenge!)

The people will be happy, not because of Van Arlengs, but because of Medina Aidron.

Taking away the honor of making people happy and the duty of a ruler—that was the only revenge Medina could take.

(Come whenever you want! I am ready to be embraced by you!)

Normally, premarital relations would never be allowed. 

But Medina didn’t have time. 

Even if she accepted Van’s marriage proposal, the wedding would only take place after the new government had settled post-war matters. 

By then, people with strong ideals would have gathered around Van from all over the country.

If Van was surrounded tightly, it would be hard for Medina to assert her opinions.

To control Van as she wanted, she needed to captivate him quickly.

(It’ll be alright… even if I do say so myself, I should be beautiful.)

Medina was indeed beautiful, arguably the most beautiful in the country. 

She had lustrous golden hair, blue eyes that sparkled like jewels, and pearl-white, smooth skin.

There was no man who wouldn’t fall for Medina if she put all her effort into seducing him.

(I will definitely win him over. Definitely…!)

“Ah…”

The door opened with a clatter, and a man entered the room. 

The person who entered without knocking was exactly who Medina expected. 

A strong, muscular knight, Van Arlengs, the strongest warrior in the country.

“…I’ve been waiting for you, Lord Van.”

Medina sat on the bed, bowing deeply with her hands placed formally on the floor.

She wore a white negligee that barely covered her, almost like underwear.

“Thank you for coming at such a late hour. I called you to give you my answer regarding your proposal earlier today.”

“…”

Van remained silent.

Medina couldn’t see his expression as she bowed, but he was likely taken aback by her seductive appearance.

“First, my response… It’s a great honor. I would be… honored…”

“…”

“To accept… Kyaa!?”

Medina screamed. 

Van had grabbed her slender shoulders and forcefully pushed her down onto the bed.

“P-Please, don’t be so rough… Be gentle…”

“…”

“Please treat me… Huh?”

Medina finally noticed. 

She saw Van’s eyes, filled with intense desire.

Van Arlengs was known as a straightforward and serious knight who diligently carried out his duties. That was the man she had known.

But the man now straddling her was wild, almost like a different person.

“…I will have you. Do not resist.”

“…!”

Struck by his powerful words, Medina couldn’t move.

He was an overwhelmingly strong warrior, a hero unmatched in battle, known as the “Ogre of the Roicardan Plains.” 

The strongest male seeking her, a female, filled her with a primal sense of superiority, leaving her stunned.

“L-Lord Arlengs! Please calm down!”

She managed to squeeze out the words. 

This couldn’t go on. 

She would lose something more precious than her virginity.

“I will have you. Do not resist.”

But Van ignored her plea, repeating the same words and roughly tearing her negligee.

“Hic…!”

Medina finally understood. 

Van Arlengs was not a man to be made into a puppet. 

His concern for the people and desire to improve the world was just one part of him.

He also possessed a fierce will to dominate and a relentless fighting spirit.

(I was naive… hopelessly naive…!)

A man who could overthrow a three-hundred-year-old kingdom wouldn’t fall for mere seduction. 

It was she who would fall. Medina was the prey meant to be ravaged.

“Ah…”

With a short cry, Medina was overwhelmed by his force. 

Her memory was clear up to that point, but she soon lost consciousness in the whirlpool of pleasure that followed, like a storm.