The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort Chapter 220 Morning With The Lone Wolf

Mikhailis stirred awake, a comforting weight pressing against his chest. As his eyes slowly fluttered open, he found himself staring up at the sky through the canvas of their tent. It took a mont for him to rember where he was—far away from the castle, in the middle of a journey, stranded on a cliff ledge. The mories of last night ca flooding back, and his gaze dropped downwards to see Cerys sprawled atop him, her body curled up against his in a way that was completely uncharacteristic of her usually stoic deanor.

Her entire fra, toned and strong, was draped over his chest. Her arm, which was wrapped tightly around his side, held onto him almost as if she were afraid he might vanish at any mont. Mikhailis couldn't help the smile that ford on his lips. The way she was cuddling into him, her expression completely serene, was downright adorable. Her red hair, always pulled back in a neat ponytail, had loosened in the night, splaying ssily around her face and over his shoulder. He brought his hand up, gently brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

He studied her for a mont, marveling at how different she looked without the usual guarded expression. He had never seen her this vulnerable—never seen her truly relaxed. She looked so peaceful, her lips slightly parted, her breathing steady and slow. It was hard to believe this was the sa woman known as the Lone Wolf.

She stirred slightly, nuzzling closer into his chest, and his heart ward at the sight. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead, unable to resist the urge. The gesture was tender, filled with affection. He closed his eyes for a mont, simply savoring the feeling of having her so close. He knew how rare monts like this were for her—how difficult it was for her to let her guard down.

She's so cute like this.

But of course, that was the exact mont that Rodion decided to make an appearance.

The tone was utterly neutral, but the sarcasm was impossible to miss.

Mikhailis sighed, a slight frown forming. He glanced around, knowing Rodion's voice was only for his ears.

Great timing as always, Rodion. He thought, rolling his eyes inwardly.

Rodion continued without pause, as though unaware of Mikhailis's internal frustration.

Mikhailis blinked, a deep frown forming. He hadn't thought about that.

It was odd, wasn't it?

With the number of tis he had… been intimate… why had there been no children?

Even with Elowen?

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He hadn't really questioned it before, but now that Rodion ntioned it...

Why is that, Rodion? He thought, feeling a genuine sense of concern bubbling up.