Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

Seeing her hesitation, Aron stepped forward and waved the person away, scolding, "Go away! Who do you think you are, to serve the lady?"

He thought, 'Where did this young, naive boy come from, trying to climb up the social ladder and serve someone so important?'

Given Nyx's position with Aurelius, only Aurelius's personal eunuch, like him, was fit to serve her. Anything less would be disrespectful.

As Aron bent his knee to prepare to kneel, the "little eunuch" he had just dismissed suddenly looked up, revealing a face Aron never expected to see.

Immediately, Aron nearly gasped in shock, "His... Majesty?"

The people around them all looked straight ahead, pretending they didn't see anything.

Aurelius, dressed in palace attire, knelt beside the carriage, his broad back straight as he acted as a footstool, allowing others to step on him to get out of the carriage.

This absurd scene made anyone who caught a glimpse of it nervous for their own safety, and no one dared to look any longer.

Aron felt his head spinning.

Every time he thought he had prepared himself, Aurelius would surprise him with something even more shocking.

In the past, the empress had been deeply favored by the late emperor, so much so that he even disbanded the six palaces for her, treating her like his sole wife.

That was the extent of what he could imagine for a favored concubine.

But no matter how much a husband might pamper his wife, Aron had never heard of one kneeling so humbly for her.

In the heavy silence, Nyx stared at Aurelius for a moment, then, without hesitation, stepped onto his solid back.

As soon as she landed, she was immediately lifted into the air, cradled horizontally in Aurelius's arms.

Aurelius had a joyful smile on his handsome face, his eyes full of warmth and happiness.

Nyx in his arms felt soft and light, yet she seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds. She was his most precious treasure.

Nyx had finally come to the palace to be with him.

Aurelius, immersed in his happiness, walked steadily, each step firm and confident, ensuring that the precious cargo in his arms remained secure, filling her with an overwhelming sense of safety.

Nyx wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes scanning him from top to bottom. She observed him closely suddenly asking, "Where are you hurt?"

She couldn't find any visible injuries.

At her question, Aurelius's steps faltered slightly, but his expression remained perfectly calm, without a hint of guilt. "Left

arm."

A scratch was still an injury.

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In the end, he was hurt, and Nyx needed to pamper him with kisses and comforting touches to make him feel better.

His acting was flawless, leaving Nyx unsure of the situation. She furrowed her brow in confusion.

It wasn't until they entered the inner palace chambers and dismissed the attendants that Nyx saw for herself the tiny, already scabbed-over scratch, and she couldn't help but feel both angry and amused. She finally realized she had been completely fooled.

Grinding her teeth, she placed both hands on Aurelius's face, one on each side, and squeezed hard.

No matter how much she pinched his already handsome face, it couldn't hide his beauty, and those deep blue eyes seemed to speak to her, their lashes fluttering in a way that made him look even more endearing.

Faced with such an intense attack, Nyx soon found herself giving in, unable to keep her heart hardened.

She released him, resting her forehead against his chest and sinking into his embrace and slowly exhaling a sigh of relief. "As long as you're alright." Compared to him being truly injured, she would rather he had just lied to her. Even though he wasn't injured, the assassin had undoubtedly come for his life. Though Nyx hadn't seen the situation firsthand, she could easily imagine how dangerous it must have been.

To others, the wise and mighty Emperor was a towering figure, but to her, he was simply a little cat who loved to be pampered.

When the little kitty faced an assassination attempt and suffered in such a way, of course, she needed to comfort him properly.

Nyx softened her tone, her concern evident. "Have you applied medicine to the wound?"

Sensing the shift in her demeanor, Aurelius felt a sense of relief and nodded obediently. "Yes, I have."

He cautiously lowered himself and gently rested, his eyes carefully observing Nyx's expression.

Nyx didn't push him away. Instead, she stroked his back as if smoothing his fur, allowing him to rest his head on her soft lap.

The faint sweet fragrance of his beloved filled her senses. All the anger and frustration from the court and the assassination plot melted away. In that moment, Aurelius felt an overwhelming sense of peace.

Nyx's touch was gentle as she ran her fingers through his hair and along his back. She was still worried. "Was there poison on the assassin's weapon?"

"The dagger that scratched me is poison-free." Aurelius closed his eyes, enjoying her soothing touch. "The imperial physician checked it carefully."

Nyx understood what he meant.

of fear

The dagger that had scratched him was poison-free, but the assassin's other weapons had poison on them. A w washed over her, her face paling slightly. If Aurelius had made even the slightest mistake, she would probably be crying for him now.

Hearing her slightly labored breathing, Aurelius quickly realized that she was scared. He reached out and gently held her cold fingers in his warm hands.

"I'm fine, Nyx, don't be afraid." He suddenly regretted telling her about the assassination.

He had wanted to test how much she cared for him. But now that he had won the bet, he regretted not being more considerate, unnecessarily adding to her worries.

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Aurelius fidgeted with guilt, becoming more restless. He propped himself up and kneeled in front of Nyx, then suddenly stretched out his arms, tightly pulling her into an embrace.

His emotions were transferred through the hug. Nyx was momentarily stunned, then revealed a helpless, shallow smile.

She had seen enough of his petty jealousy and tricks over the years to be angry about such a small thing.

Watching her mate sink deeper into self-reproach, Nyx's mind suddenly lit up. She pushed him away with some force.

"Where did this servant come from, so bold as to lay hands on His Majesty's woman?" Nyx raised an eyebrow and gave his leg a light kick with her toes. "Do you not want your head anymore?"

"But, even if you have treacherous intentions, do you have the ability to do it?" Her gaze was filled with scrutiny, as she carefully looked him up and down, then let out a meaningful laugh.noveldrama

Aurelius froze.

After a long pause, he looked down at himself and suddenly realized he hadn't changed out of his eunuch clothes.

The "little eunuch" stiffened, his handsome face quickly flushing bright red.

"I do." He did have the ability.

With just a few words of teasing, he bit.

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Under Nyx's condescending gaze, Aurelius felt as if he had truly become a humble servant, daring to covet the noble Queen.

A strange sense of excitement surged through him, filling every inch of his body.

"You do?" Nyx seemed taken aback but still maintained her lofty posture, sneering, "The palace doesn't have room for such a servant. His Majesty should have your head cut off."

Before she could finish her sentence, a hot, large hand suddenly grasped her

ankle.