Chapter 102: You are miserable, you are in love (2-in-1) ( Part 1 )
In the past, she would never have let her personal feelings influence her decisions.
But after spending so much time with Leon, Rosseweisse was quietly changing.
She was willing to embrace new ideas and incorporate them into her commands;
She was also willing to “lead by example,” putting her relationship with Leon on display for the clan, allowing them to better understand what true “love” was.
Even after fifty years of being a queen, she was still constantly evolving.
What Leon admired most about them was their thirst for the unknown and their determination to pursue it.
They were similar in many ways. Besides the fact that both their faces happened to hit each other’s XP,^3 the admirable qualities in her deeply attracted him as well.
Leon withdrew his gaze and looked up at the night sky, exhaling slowly.
He wasn’t much of a drinker, so he hadn’t joined the Silver Dragons at the bonfire party.
Plus… Rosseweisse’s speech earlier was just too “heartfelt,” so much so that every time Leon thought back on it, his toes curled in embarrassment.
He looked at the courtyard, scanning the ground.
What was all over it?
Nothing but the goosebumps General Leon had dropped!
With that thought, Leon drew in a sharp breath, squinting at the dragons still dancing and singing around the fire, and muttered under his breath, necessary to be that cheesy… seriously.”
Shaking his head to dispel the awkward memory, Leon turned away from the bedroom and headed to the sisters’ room where Noa and the others slept.
It was already late at night, and the children were fast asleep.
Leon only peeked in from the doorway and didn’t go inside to disturb them.
After leaving the sisters’ room, Leon made his way to the temple hall.
Rosseweisse’s new throne had already been completed, and before the bonfire party earlier, she had told Leon to wait for her here.
She’d been all mysterious about it, so he had no idea what she was up to.
Leon’s eyes fell on the newly constructed throne at the top of the steps, and he inwardly grumbled, “Don’t tell me she’s going to show off her new office chair.”
If you put it nicely, it was the queen’s throne; If you didn’t, well, it was just the queen’s workstation.
No lies detected.
Leon hesitated for a moment before stepping up the stairs to the throne.
“Whoa, it’s a lot bigger than before. You could fit two people on here.”
As he spoke, he gingerly sat down.
The moment his backside touched the cushion—
Mmm!
Heaven!
Leon closed his eyes, savoring the perfect way the soft cushion molded to the platform. At that moment, he had an epiphany.
“No wonder they rebuilt it. This isn’t a throne anymore; lazy chair dragons ragoness, you’ve grown slack!
As a workaholic, how can you use such a comfy office chair?
Might as well move this throne into my bedroom, and you can just make do with a little stool!
Leon sprawled on the throne, trying out various positions.
Lying down, sitting upright, feet up, flipping over, headstand, one-legged stance…
“Damn, this is amazing!”
Even the well-traveled General Leon couldn’t help but give such praise.
This throne could support so many resting positions; the dragons put a lot of thought into it.
But after enjoying it for a while, Leon suddenly realized something, “Wait… something’s not right. With her personality, she wouldn’t just rebuild such a comfy throne for no reason. She’s not a fan of indulgent spending.”
Leon touched the armrest, trying to figure out why Rosseweisse would go out of her way to renovate the throne.
And even though it was still called a “throne,” what kind of dragon king’s throne was this spacious?
Spacious enough for Leon to do military drills on it.
“I’ll just ask her when she gets back. If it is just wasteful spending, I’ll have to educate her properly!”
Leon sat on the throne, waiting patiently.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually, the bonfire in the courtyard died down, and the noise gradually subsided.
By now, Leon was feeling a bit drowsy too.
In a daze, he heard the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor behind the throne.
Without needing to turn around, Leon already knew who it was just by the rhythm of those footsteps.
“Little lion~ My little lion~ Are you there?”
She was humming an unfamiliar tune, speaking nonsense, clearly having had a bit too much to drink.
Leon stared straight ahead, rolling his eyes in silence, not bothering to greet her.
Drinking until this late, she still remembered she had a home to come back to, huh?
It wasn’t until the faint scent of wine drifted into Leon’s nose that he lifted his head to look at her.
Rosseweisse’s face was slightly flushed, her gaze dreamy, her lips curled in a silly smile. She was holding a half-finished bottle of red wine in her hand.
“Good morning!” Rosseweisse greeted him.
“How much did you drink…?”
Rosseweisse hummed for a while as if trying to recall.
In the end, she held up two fingers.
“Only two bottles, and you’re already like this? If you can’t drink, don’t drink.”
“Two cases.”
“…”
Leon silently gave her a thumbs up.
Rosseweisse squinted at him, still smiling, then casually plopped herself down on Leon’s lap.
She wasn’t some seventy or eighty-pound lightweight; Her Majesty the Queen had all the right curves in all the right places, with a perfectly healthy weight. When she sat on Leon’s lap, he could feel her full weight pressing down.
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Footnotes:
^1 (gou Liang): An impassioned speech meant to rally or encourage.
^2 Silver rager: Likely referring to an exaggerated celebration.
^3 XP: Experience, meaning they hit it off well or had a connection.
When you thought you get your wife’s throne but turns out you are her seat in exchange 😂