Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 409

Chapter 409

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It was afternoon. Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice, casting dappled golden patches on the floor and bathing Nyx, who lounged on a cushioned couch, in a soft, glowing halo.

Aurelius stepped into the bedchamber, and the moment he saw her on the couch, his stern expression softened.

He waved off the attendants‘ bows and hurried over, wrapping his arms around Nyx from behind. Burying his face in her neck, he took a deep breath of her sweet scent, his eyes falling to her hands. “Nyx, are you dyeing your nails?”

Her skin was smooth and pale as fine jade, her fingertips tinged with a faint pink. She didn’t need any extra adornment to look stunning. Aurelius especially loved turning into his beast form, letting those hands pet him from head to tail.

Nyx didn’t usually fuss over her appearance, so this was the first time he’d seen her dye her nails–he couldn’t take his eyes off her, curiosity piqued.

The palace maids mashed balsam flowers into juice, soaked tiny squares of silk in it, and carefully pressed them onto Nyx’s nails, tying them in place with string.

After watching intently for a bit, Aurelius rolled up his sleeves and shooed the maids away. “I’ll do it.”

He sat right next to Nyx, squeezing onto the same chair until she shot him an annoyed glance and ended up perched on his lap, just as he’d hoped. Seeing this, the other attendants tactfully slipped out of the room.

Whenever they were together, they never needed servants hovering around–and didn’t like being disturbed either.

Aurelius had gotten good at these acts of service, handling them with a skill that made it seem like he’d been doing it every day in a past life and hadn’t forgotten a thing in this one. He took Nyx’s soft hand in his, his touch light but steady.

The cool sensation brushed her fingertips, and Nyx tilted her head slightly, gazing at the focused yet tender profile of the man beside her. Suddenly, she spoke up, “I heard you threw a huge fit at morning court today?

“Some official urged you to hold a consort selection, and you tossed him in jail?”

“Who’s been blabbing nonsense to you?” Aurelius frowned sharply. His anger flared up, but then Nyx nudged his earlobe with her nose, and just like that, he deflated, unable to stay mad.

“It’s those idiots stirring up trouble for no reason,” he grumbled, a hint of a pout in his voice as he nuzzled into her shoulder. “I ignored all the memorials they sent up before, but they wouldn’t let it go–had the nerve to bring it up in open court.”

Nyx–his own courtiers should know too. They had to realize it’d piss him off, yet someone

pawn of an official into prison first. Sooner or later, he’d catch the tail of whoever was really behind it and figure out what they were up

robe’s collar and burrowed into

shouldn’t either.”

gotten much stronger–though the imperial physicians all

down and kissed his fluffy head instead, her voice tinged with a smile. “But you’ve got a throne to pass down, and

clan” The little white cat meowed

don’t like kids.”

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about was how tough it was for a woman to carry a child–maybe even life–threatening. Nyx not being

Nyx squinted at him, her expression odd as she sized up the little white cat. “Really?” Seeing how he doted on

of affection for her. As long as the birth went smoothly and Nyx didn’t suffer

kids–The little white

smile. Tll keep that in

go tattle

total little devil–she wouldn’t hold back bullying her own dad. Aurelius might be full

in a ball–it was so cute she nearly got

white cat suddenly felt a chill

to check if the windows were letting in a draft. Then he reached out a paw to touch Nyx’s hand—feeling it a bit cold, he pressed his warm belly against

you mad, Nyx,

out of the question, so Nyx wouldn’t have a chance to snitch.

cat’s pure, innocent gaze pierced straight into Nyx’s heart. Her

time—I think we can take them off,” Nyx said with a light cough, wiggling her

had stopped by the palace that day, bringing her some double–petaled balsam flowers freshly grown in the Duke’s

and thriving. The palace maids had never seen such a rich color and couldn’t stop gushing about how pretty it’d look

rinsed off the leftover juice with clean water, and she spread out her