xymnovel Chapter 214 The Most Beautiful Love Words
Chapter 214 The Most Beautiful Love Words
It was confirmed that Harrison's carriage had left the palace gates, followed by an inconspicuous black four-wheeled carriage, which was the "tail" of the Royal Intelligence Bureau.
The atmosphere on the balcony underwent a subtle yet complete change.
The hesitation and passion on Constantine's face vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.
He didn't say a word, but simply reached out and took Sophia's hand.
There was still a trace of sweat on her palms from the performance.
Constantine gripped her hand, led her away from the balcony that had witnessed too many lies and schemes, and turned back to his study.
The lights were off in the study.
Only the moonlight filtering in from the window cast large shadows on the bookshelves and carpet.
A figure had been waiting silently in the shadows.
Alexandros Dimitriopoulos.
He's like a precise machine, always appearing in the right place at the moment when he's most needed.
Constantine did not sit down; he stood in the center of the study, his voice ringing out clearly in the empty room.
"Deliver the 'official' version of the report to the British Embassy first thing tomorrow morning."
He paused for a moment, then added.
"Make it more formal. The binding should be exquisite, and the cover should have royal sealing wax. It should be like a piece of evidence of a crime that we reluctantly handed over after a fierce internal struggle."
Alexandros's figure bowed slightly in the shadows.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Without a word, he accepted the order as if it were any ordinary document. Then, he stepped back, his figure disappearing silently back into the darkness outside the door.
Only Constantine and Sophia remained in the large study.
Sofia walked to the desk, the moonlight outlining her slender figure in a deep blue velvet dress. She stretched out her long, delicate fingers and began to gently and attentively tidy up the documents and maps scattered on the table for her husband.
Constantine slowly approached from behind her.
He didn't speak.
He simply stretched out his arms and gently embraced his wife from behind.
His chin rested on her fragrant golden hair, feeling the softness and warmth of her body.
The deep blue velvet was smooth to the touch and had a slightly cool feel. But the person in my arms was warm.
He buried his face deep in Sophia's faintly fragrant blonde hair.
The scent lingering around my nose was a blend of rose and moonlight from her hair.
His voice, low and deep, yet filled with an irrepressible, heartfelt admiration, rang in her ears.
"My Queen..."
"Your performance tonight surpassed that of an entire army group."
Sophia's body trembled slightly upon hearing those words.
It wasn't fright, but rather a feeling of satisfaction and relief after receiving the highest affirmation from one's closest comrade-in-arms.
She relaxed completely, leaning back and resting her entire weight on her husband's firm chest.
She reached out and grasped his large hand that was wrapped around her waist.
Her fingertips traced lightly and slowly across the back of his hand, like playing the piano.
night, very quiet.
So quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats.
Sofia's lips curled into a lazy, mischievous smile. She turned her head slightly and, in a tone only the two of them could hear, softly asked:
"That……"
"After the war, how does my king intend to reward you, this illustrious 'Marshal'?"
Her voice was like a feather, gently brushing against Constantine's ear.
Constantine chuckled.
His chest trembled slightly from his laughter, and that tremor traveled through her back and spread throughout her body.
He did not answer directly.
Instead, he turned her around so that she faced him.
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, which, in the moonlight, were like the purest sapphires.
Then, he lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"I will build a new palace for you."
His lips brushed against her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.
"Right... next to the Bosphorus Strait."
This love confession, though gentle, conceals a startling ambition.
Bosphorus Strait!
That means Constantinople!
That means the rebirth of a lost empire!
This is not a husband's promise to his wife.
This is a promise of conquest and glory made by a future emperor to his future empress.
Sophia's breathing paused for a moment.
Her azure eyes reflected her husband's handsome face. Gone was the previous hesitation and struggle; only a cool and resolute confidence, like that of the Alps.
She understood.
Of course she understood.
She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck, burying herself deeper into his embrace.
Not a single word was said.
But this action says it all.
She will walk with him toward their future, a future filled with both thorns and glory.