Harriet's pale lavender hair was a very rare color in the North. When the maids braided Harriet's hair in a Northern women's hairstyle, Harriet was often complimented on how beautiful her hair color was. Harriet just chuckled at that. She actually felt that the physique of the Northerners was much more beautiful than those of women in the capital. Northerners had soft, fair skin with pink undertones, and they usually had dark-colored hair. Meanwhile, Harriet's skin had pale undertones, almost transparent, and her entire body couldn't stand the bright sunlight from the sky reflecting off the white snow. “Do you have Siren's blood running in your body? Sirens' hair is usually dark blue and purplish," said one of the maids. Harriet smiled at the question. "I'm not sure either," said Harriet quietly. “Or perhaps you are related by blood with members of the Mercury Kingdom, Madam. They are famous for their silver or bluish hair," said another maid. Harriet chuckled again. She really
"Madam, the two times I woke up, it always had something to do with you, you're aware too, right?" Harriet ate her food quietly on the sofa, trying to ignore Liam's obvious words to tease her. “Come on, we both know I woke up first that morning after Madam slept with me. Then, I woke up a second time when Madam was about to bathe me. Isn't it obvious that the key is in your hands, Madam?" Liam asked her. What Liam said was one hundred percent true, but Harriet felt the way Liam said it made everything sound weird. "Maybe Madam should spend more time with me so I can wake up more often?" Liam asked her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Harriet had always felt that her arrival would affect this man's life. And when there was a change in his routine of waking up once a month, Harriet naturally felt that it had something to do with her. “Milord, did you force yourself to wake up because you feel guilty if I feel lonely without your support as my husband?” asked Harriet back. Li
Harriet's fingertips trembled as she tried to lift her skirt in front of Liam. The higher she lifted her skirt, the more Harriet could see the activity inside Liam's pants. Maybe Liam didn't force himself to touch Harriet? Maybe Liam wasn't feeling uncomfortable? So what had the man been holding all this time? Harriet saw Liam cover his mouth with one hand. His eyes stared straight at Harriet's almost exposed thighs and crotch. As Harriet stopped lifting her skirt, Liam's other hand slowly gripped his own pants, as if trying not to lift her skirt himself. He really seemed to be holding himself back. Holding himself back? In that second, Harriet realized that Liam was… truly holding himself back. A faint smile formed on Harriet's flushed face. “Why stop? Don't you want to prove it?" Liam asked. Harriet shook her head. “What will Milord do after seeing it?” asked Harriet back. "Once I see it, I can prove to you how much I miss you," Liam said. Harriet shook her head again. "
Now Harriet knew provoking Liam wasn't a good idea. She was lying on her stomach on the bed without a single thread covering her body when Liam covered her with a thick blanket. The man had finished putting his pants back on, walking towards the wide-open tower window. Harriet held back her sleep as she watched Liam's sturdy back turn to her. "Go to sleep, Madam. When you wake up, I will still be here with you," said the man. "You don't want to sleep with me, Milord?" asked Harriet softly. Liam leaned back against the window frame like when they first met and smiled at Harriet. The man nodded slowly. "Mm, I don't want to sleep yet," the man said quietly. At that moment, it felt like Harriet was just blinking. Because when she woke up, Liam was still sitting in the same place and the same position, but the sun was already rising on the eastern horizon. Harriet jolted awake, and let out a small groan from the pain in her lower back. Harriet heard Liam chuckling. “Oh God… you had
"Are you still mad at me?" asked Liam, who took Harriet's hand and put her fingers to his lips, kissing it long and deeply. Harriet looked the other way and still didn't say anything. Liam kept trying to figure out what Harriet was seeing because he thought maybe she was interested in something, but the woman seemed to be staring blankly into the air by her side. As their breakfast arrived, Harriet finally turned to Liam. The man looked like a remorseful Golden Retriever. Harriet suppressed her smile, trying to control her face, which was about to burst into laughter. "All right, let's have breakfast, Milord," said Harriet. Liam's golden eyes stared straight at her. "I'm sorry," the man said once again in a very soft voice, even making the people sitting and having breakfast at the tables around them swoon. It was no exception for the breakfast shop waitress, who immediately blushed. "I'm not angry anymore," said Harriet no less gently. Her lavender eyes radiated shaded warmth,
"Oh, God," Harriet covered her mouth and wept with joy as she read the letter Daniel had shown her. The letter was from the Old Duke. "We've won, Madam," Daniel breathed a sigh of relief, accepting the embrace of his wife, Amelia, who was almost screaming with delight. "This is very good news," Harriet rubbed her cheek and chuckled. All the servants who heard also cheered and hugged each other cheerfully from the news. "Madam, congratulations!" Amelia said, approaching Harriet. Both hugged each other. "Congratulations to all of us," said Harriet softly. The Old Duke's letter had clearly stated that the opposing Lycan army had been captured in whole, numbering nearly 600 individuals. There were casualties from both sides, but thanks to the Old Duke's wisdom and strategy, not many lives were lost. The Old Duke explained in a separate appendix to Harriet that he had found her brother's Mate. This was the news that Harriet had been waiting for. However, the Old Duke's explanation
“If the Old Duke arrives tomorrow, we'll have to strictly check the dose of suppressant for the Young Lord, even more closely than before,” the Lycan physician, who was treating Heath, said to Harriet.Harriet stared at the physician inquiringly."Didn't Madam say that His Grace Old Duke will bring Young Lord Goldlane's Mate back home? We are worried that maybe the dose of suppressant would be too high and Young Lord would overdose, or there might be too little so that Young Lord might immediately go out of control again,” explained the physician.This time Harriet understood. Her brows furrowed deeply, and she felt a little uncomfortable because she didn't know what to do."I'll have Daniel and the guards prepare themself in case of something happens then," said Harriet.The physician smiled and nodded in agreement at Harriet's words. Perhaps because of Harriet's experience dealing with her brother by herself in the West, Harriet already knew what to do.Just yesterday, they received
Daniel planned to fight with his wolf form. The man looked at Harriet with a helpless expression, while Harriet was still racking her brains again. She still needed to find a way to wake her brother. Daniel started running towards Heath, who was already chained up and held back by dozens of Lycans. While running, the man's body began to transform into a ferocious red wolf. It was smaller than Heath, a giant grey wolf with a black fur pattern down its spine, but Daniel was very fast and fierce. The red wolf jumped onto the grey wolf's upper neck and bit him hard. RAW! HHRARRRRH! A terrible growl resounded, pushing everyone back, but Harriet stepped forward. "Heath! Hey, you stupid brother, wake up and open your eyes!" About five meters in front of Heath, Harriet was standing straight. Harriet's feet were steady on the ground so she wouldn't be pushed back by the force of Heath's roaring sound. "Heath! This is embarrassing! You are a knight, regain your consciousness!" shouted H