'P-princess?' Olea stuttered as she sat on the sofa, looking to the side where Princess Aleriana Vandreat was seated, clutching her husband's finger and sucking on it in front of everyone with a flushed face.
She was completely embarrassed yet unexpectedly following his orders.
Olea had always seen the Princess as wise and measured, but now she appeared so submissive.
She glanced at Kyle, who had his elbow resting on the armrest, his back propped up and relaxed even after witnessing what Mialthara had done.
"I-it's done, husband," Aleriana slowly removed his finger, a string of saliva breaking as she did so. The metallic taste was new to her, and she felt more embarrassed than ever before, quickly averting her gaze to the other side. 'Th-this husband of mine!'
