Urana: And the Last Revenge
Episodes 8.1
"I'm warning you one more time, Raie!" Count's voice rattled the entire room this vast. From ceramics to pillars connecting the glass windows as high as the ceiling of the room, made of marble. Though the sky was clear, but the atmosphere was immediately gray when the Count and Raie appeared face to face.
"Don't hurt your wife" he continued, removing veins around her temple and jaw. Within a distance of almost a meter, the black-haired man half-turned around.
"What do I care?" The Count's teeth that were fluttering were getting stronger and faster. Then what sharp look is that? He could have said that casually.
"He's your legal wife, Raie!" The count shouted in wrath. "He was pregnant too. You should take care of Urana."
"He. Nope. My wife," he said with great emphasis. If the Count could feel it, there was a dark aura behind Raie's sapphire iris. Iris reminded the Count of his wife.
"She's your wife!" The Count certainly did not want to lose, although in the end Raie melengos ignored the hoarse voice of the elderly man. "Rae! Don't pretend to be deaf!"
What care! Raie kept retaliating inwardly. It's free to argue with him. Count Faer, a figure who is so respected by all the royal officials including the Duke because of his performance in managing the territory. The affairs of the territory can also be. Just expand the territory and make sure the food stock is available, right?
Well he locked himself up at the desk. However, it seems they did not give happiness to Raie for free. There were dozens of letters with adhesive stamps from red candles littering his desk. It's a nightmare. This is why Raie often feels dizzy. He hates letters. Then, with heavy steps Raie sat on the chair and checked every letter. Not everything needs to be answered, right? After all, to this day, doing so feels so much better than hearing his father defend the bitch who is now his wife.
One letter. Three letters. Six letters. However, Raie's eyes felt tired. Either because the content of the letter whose core purpose is similar or he is not used to doing it. He supported his chin while exhaling like a tens of kilos, staring oddly at the table.
And why should Urana be the first woman to cross his brain? Raie's concentration is crumbling. His mood is getting broken. In an instant, the innocent letter was crumpled to a minimum. He could think of a woman like Urana, who desperately went out of the palace without her permission.
There was a slight sense of pity when the shadow of Urana that was permeated with the fetus in her stomach. Look at the face of Urana, Raie. No longer beautiful due to bruises from his own treatment.
"DEVIL!" I don't know why Raie hit the table until it almost split in two. Raie's breath immediately hunted. The body heats up instantly. Don't forget the dark look he often showed his enemy.
Yes, Raie considers Urana his enemy, not his wife. Was wrong?
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Dinner was silent. No Urana to accompany Raie or comfort the Count. Servants are more likely to stay in the kitchen than watch them eat. Just the clink of cutlery. It's okay, Raie is very happy. There will be no more female nose sticks claiming to be pregnant with Raie's child.
"Vailey!" The Count shouted after sipping his favorite cup of tea: tea with slices of lemon and cinnamon. Shortly after, Vailey-with her white hair smashed in origin-come bowed respectfully behind the Count's chair. "Call Urana. I'm really lonely without him. Check his condition. If it's not possible to walk here, let me know."
"Okay, Your Majesty."
