Riftan pulled her away from his chest and held her at arm’s length, making her sit straight up. His broad, tensed shoulders gleaming pale blue in the dim glow of dawn. His eyes were shaded under his hair as he looked down at Max, roughly sweeping his eyelids.

  Despite her profound persuasions, the skepticism on Riftan’s face didn’t fade away. Max leaned in an attempt to burrow in Riftan’s arms, but hesitated when she thought that he might push her away. Then, Riftan let out a deep breath that he was holding in and drew her closer to him. Max moaned as she felt his thick tongue press for entrance and pushed into her mouth. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his sturdy chest as his large arms secured her body like the roots of a tree.

  She chased her breath, like a fish that was caught in a net. He passionately devoured her lips, his high, perfectly straight nose pressed eagerly against hers and his rough, stubbled jaw brushing over her delicate chin. As she felt his hot, damp tongue covetingly explore the roof of her mouth and swipe the inside of her cheeks, she shuddered in pleasure. The kiss was so ravenous that it felt like he would swallow her.

  Riftan called her name in a low, heated voice, as he gently laid her down on the bed. His hot fingers trailed a path between her legs, making her shiver and grab his forearm. Riftan’s black eyes burned so intensely that she could have easily thought that he hated her. He stroked her passionately but at one point, as if all his patience was lost, he used his body to crushingly grind her underneath him. Dizzying heat spread throughout her body, pulling her out of her right mind with the weight of his body moving above her.

  Max greedily trailed her eyes over the sturdy, smooth figure of her husband, a gesture that meant no less than desperately asking him to take her. Beads of sweat started to form on her skin and blood rushed to her fingertips. The yearning for him seemed to burn the insides of her body. She ran her hands incessantly against his back as an invite, drawing an erotic moan from Riftan lips to echo in her ears. The way she was lying down with him like this was so good that she could die.

  However, the passionate heat engulfing them was snuffed out by the loud sound of approaching footsteps.

  Someone exclaimed from outside the quarters. Riftan slammed his face against the bed and spat out frustrated profanities.

  He closed his eyes tightly and temperamentally yelled back.

  Max pulled down her clothes that had been rolled up. Riftan looked at her with the eyes still burning for passion, then forced himself to stand up. She could see how the muscles on his back were taut, showing his distress from the desire that he hadn’t been able to satisfy.

  He capriciously swept the ruffled hair on the back of his head and pulled out a new tunic, pulling it over his head. Then, he washed his face and wore his armor in a blink of an eye. Max was wrapped in a blanket as she sat down to watch him transform instantly to an ingenious knight. While he was strapping his sword around his waist, he finally looked back at her with poignant eyes.

  Max immediately shut her mouth. He warned her in a tone similar to that of a growling wild dog.

  He shot her one last daunting look as if warning her that he would not tolerate it if she disobeyed him again, then he went out of the tent. She was too late when she hurriedly adjusted her clothing and attempted to go after him, as she was blocked by a soldier guarding the entrance.

  She looked up at him with uneasy eyes. Idcilla must be worrying about her, not to mention, it would arouse the priestesses’ suspicions if she wasn’t back immediately. Max grew more restless as she looked at the sky that grew brighter every moment.

  The soldier did not even budge. Max bit her lip as she looked up at the man and went back in. She felt furious with the coercive treatment Riftan was giving her, but she couldn’t despise him for it because she knew that he was only trying to protect her. She plopped down helplessly on the bed as she waited for him to return. However, as she had never been idle for the past few weeks, having gotten used to working from dawn until dusk, she grew increasingly anxious.

  Max wandered around the tent, touching the things he had arranged. His barrack was sparsely decorated, but very spacious and comfortable. An armor and a sword stand were placed next to the bed lined with tapestry, along with several spears and shields. A table with dozens of chairs was set up near the entrance, it was so long that it could easily accommodate thirty people.

  In the rhombic ceiling, a round hole was made instead of a window, and a long rope connected to the canopy hung to the floor so that it could be closed at any time. Max tugged on the rope like a curious cat, then moved onto something else. She leisurely looked around the barracks, then she felt the surroundings of the tent grow increasingly noisy. Max jumped up from her seat and went to the entrance, pushing away the flap that covered it. Then, from a distance, she saw a woman engaged in an argument with Riftan. Max’s eyes widened as she recognized her face.

  They both turned their heads towards her at the same time when they heard her voice.

  The princess ran towards her before Riftan could even open his mouth to speak.

  Max stared wide-eyed at the unexpectedly warm welcome. The princess continued to greet her cheerfully and held her hands despite Max being in stupor.

  Unable to refute the princess’s statement, Max turned and shot Riftan a nasty look, who frowned and clenched his jaw at the accusation.

  The princess snorted at him.

  Max couldn’t understand what was going on, and out of nowhere, Ruth appeared to prevent the two from embarking on another argument.

  Riftan shot Ruth a bloody look before focusing on Max. She had no idea what they were talking about, and seeing the concern on her face, her husband roughly swept his face and reluctantly headed towards his barrack.

  Agnes said, her tone dripping with thick sarcasm. Max followed them with her expression still confused. Seeing the disorientation spreading across her face, the Princess gave her an apologetic smile.

  Max looked anxiously back and forth between Agnes and Riftan.

  Clearly annoyed by the state of events, he screamed in frustration.

  Max quickly intervened before the two of them went at each other again.

  Deciding that it would be too difficult to get a proper explanation from them, Ruth, who was standing at the sides, sighed and explained it himself.

  The Princess added quickly when she saw Max get flustered at the prospect, but she remained skeptical of the proposition.

  Riftan fiercely said between his clenched teeth.

  It seems that Ruth has suffered quite a ton from Riftan, as he mumbled the words and his shoulders drooped wearily.

  Agnes explained in a softer tone.

  Max nodded.

  Riftan yelled out the words as if his patience was about to reach its limits.

  He spat vehemently.

  Agnes crossed her arms over her chest and cynically sneered at him.

  Max intervened urgently.

  Riftan’s jaw clenched. His barely masked emotions from before were now completely released, she could feel chills from the aura he’s emanating but she couldn’t back down.

  Seeing the determination in her eyes, Riftan’s entire face hardened, and his eyes darkened.

  He spat in a voice of ice.

  Max recoiled, her shoulders hunching from his pricking tone. He stared at her for a moment, then turned away.

  When Riftan walked away, Max hurriedly tried to pursue him, but Princess Agnes dissuaded her.

  The Princess had a displeased expression on her face.

  Note –

  : In another episode of “Riftan deprived of snusnu”. He might be extra hot-tempered ‘cause of that lol. Anyway, completely stanning Agnes here.

  : YOU GO AGNES! You tell both of them! She really has to make him understand that! We agree that what she did was reckless, but she’s handlingit well and as a wizard she has a lot to offer. She can totally manage!