Read Novel Full Vol 10. Chapter 2: Constantine Is Getting Married? Seriously?
Vol 10. Chapter 2: Constantine Is Getting Married? Seriously?
Several hours later, a full moon hung high.
Leon and Rosvisser stood on the bedroom balcony, looking toward the back mountain.
“How many laps is that?” Leon asked.
Rosvisser smiled helplessly.
“More than twenty, I think. Looks like our daughter really likes the surprise you prepared.”
Ever since Noa formed a master-servant bond with the young eagle, they had been playing in the back mountain nonstop. Although the young draconic eagle had only just reached adulthood, its endurance was excellent — flying for hours without tiring.
What surprised Leon and Rosvisser more was how happy Noa looked. Since childhood, she had never shown unusual interest in anything — except studying.
Yet now she was inseparable from her new six-winged friend.
Leon crossed his arms, a pleased smile on his lips as he watched the figure circling in the sky.
“At this rate, she won’t keep circling until dawn, will she?”
“Whether Noa circles until dawn I’m not sure,” Rosvisser said lightly, “but what someone is about to do definitely has to last until dawn.”
“Wife, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
“Do I really have to spell it out?”
“Wife, look at the moon tonight. Very moon-like.”
“I bought a new white-stocking bunny outfit.”
No response.
“I said I bought a white-stock— huh? Where did he go?”
The queen turned and saw that the shameless man had already reached the bed at lightning speed.
Leon patted the spot beside him.
“Come on, let me see it.”
Rosvisser rolled her eyes.
“Why do you react to bunny outfits like a triggered keyword?”
She removed her shoes, stepping barefoot onto the carpet and walking slowly to the bed.
“No, wife, that’s called devotion to you.”
She stopped beside the bed and casually slipped off her nightdress.
The fabric slid down her smooth skin to her feet, leaving only two thin pieces of clothing.
Moonlight traced her silhouette, outlining her figure in silver. She lifted a hand, loosening her hair tie, and her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
“Devoted to me? More like devoted to bunny outfits,” she teased.
“Not at all. Wife, time waits for no one — present the new outfit quickly!”
Rosvisser chuckled softly.
“Actually… I lied.”
Leon froze. “What?”
She leaned forward, slowly approaching like a cautious cat stalking prey.
“There are no stockings. No bunny outfit. If I hadn’t said that, would you have obediently gotten into bed?”
The dragon marks on their chests lit with a faint violet glow.
Rosvisser’s eyes softened, warm breath escaping her lips, her silver tail lifting behind her — a sign of rising excitement among dragons.
She skillfully slipped into Leon’s embrace. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, letting her rest across his lap.
They looked at each other — one above, one below.
Her warm palm brushed his cheek, sliding downward to his chest, deft fingers unbuttoning his shirt until his torso was exposed.
She leaned closer, lightly brushing his chest with the tip of her nose, her lips grazing his skin. The faint ticklish sensation made Leon pull her tighter.
“My dear, this proves...”
She sat upright on his lap, lifting his chin gently.
“Even without stockings or a bunny outfit, you’d still be completely captivated by me, wouldn’t you?”
To this day she looked exactly as when Leon first met her — unchanged by time — yet carried the maturity of a wife in every gesture.
Under such contrast, it was impossible not to be enchanted.
Leon slid a hand along her waist downward. She caught his wrist.
“Oh my, why so impatient? I’m not refusing you.”
Her soft waist swayed as she leaned closer, warm skin brushing his chest, a faint fragrance filling the air.
“Tell me, husband — how badly do you want to see me wearing them?”
Leon met her shimmering gaze.
“Then tell me, little dragon — how badly do you want me to pin you down while you wear them?”
Rosvisser smiled alluringly and shook her head, silver strands brushing his face.
“I may have lied, but I really am considering changing my bedroom style lately. When the white-stocking bunny appears depends on your performance.”
“And how should I perform?”
She leaned to his ear, breath warm.
“With me… until dawn.”
They slept until morning. Ever since the four dragon marks, dawn had become the minimum for the couple.
As for the maximum… Perhaps only the bunny outfit would decide.
“Alright — until dawn. But don’t beg halfway through,” Leon laughed.
“Hmph… the one begging will be you.”
She grabbed his collar and pressed forward. Their lips met in a deep kiss.
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The next morning, when Leon woke, Rosvisser was already gone.
The bedding was still warm — she had just gotten up.
After washing up, he went to the main hall of the sanctuary, where she was already handling work.
“So how long did you sleep last night?” he asked.
“Two hours.”
The queen looked tired.
“I will never demand dawn again.”
“You said that last time. And the time before that.”
“Quiet!”
She turned away, silver hair hiding her faint blush.
“Sigh… we’ve received many tribal invitations lately. Some want diplomatic relations, some alliances, some just want me to appear as a mascot.”
Leon raised an eyebrow.
“We’ve been low-profile recently. Why so many invitations?”
Rosvisser thought for a moment.
“Probably Noa. After the Magic Eye battle she became famous. Even if the academy tries to keep it quiet, students still tell their tribes.”
Leon understood.
“That explains it.”
After a pause, he asked:
“Do outsiders know about the Primordial Dragon King yet?”
He had never publicized that the ancient dragon ancestor resided in Noa’s consciousness — to prevent dangerous individuals from targeting her.
Rosvisser shook her head.
“No. Claudia handled confidentiality well. And Noa only displayed Primordial Force — something I, my sister, and the senior can also use, so it proves nothing.”
Leon relaxed.
“Good.”
He stepped closer.
“Need help with the paperwork?”
She shifted beside the throne.
“Yes. Review these reports.”
“Sure.”
Leon began reading them one by one — something he’d long been capable of helping with.
Then he suddenly paused.
Holding an invitation, his expression turned strange.
Rosvisser leaned over.
“What did you see to make you freeze?”
One look — and she was shocked.
“Constantine and Orion… are getting married?!”