I Became a Barbarian's Bride - Chapter 132
“……Yes.”
‘What is he even talking about?’
Nisha’s expression was puzzled, causing Kagan to burst into a chuckle, grinning.
“Still, if I were to ever love someone like my parents loved each other, I think it would be you, Princess.”
“……?”
Nisha, who had been about to take a sip of her tea, froze mid-motion and tilted her head, confused.
“Pardon……?”
Seeing her expression, clearly not understanding, Kagan spoke again.
“I’m saying that if I ever love someone, I think it would be you, Princess. You’re my one and only Tun, after all.”
Not to mention, watching over her wasn’t boring, and he felt like he had to take care of her from start to finish.
She was someone he wanted to look after.
If he was willing to endure the hassle, maybe those feelings would soon turn into affection or even love.
And if that were to happen, Kagan thought he would prefer it to be with her.
“Yes, I like you, Princess.”
He muttered softly, causing Nisha’s face to flush red.
Watching her startled expression, Kagan let out a low laugh.
“So, you do have emotions. I always thought you were like a doll, with no real highs or lows.”
“When did I ever…?”
“Always.”
Kagan rested his chin on his hand, speaking quietly.
“You always felt like you weren’t really with me, like you were going to leave at any moment, Princess.”
Whenever he watched her staring out the window, it seemed like she could suddenly float away and disappear, as if she was looking somewhere far beyond this place.
“But when I look at you like this, you’re right here, aren’t you?”
Kagan grinned, a smile that didn’t match his infamous titles like “Butcher” or “Savage.”
Nisha’s eyes widened in surprise, her violet irises expanding as her face flushed.
“…Princess?”
“…Ah, yes.”
“How long are you going to keep using such stiff language with me?”
Kagan’s gruff voice made Nisha pause, awkwardly scratching her cheek.
“It’s hard. You’re not my maid or knight, so…”
“Then think of me as a knight.”
Nisha blinked, her lips forming a small frown as she tilted her head.
“Pardon?”
“If it helps, just think of me as your knight. When Xieman is in danger, I’ll be the last person standing by your side.”
“…”
“When you’re in danger, the Kagan of Xieman will never leave his Tun alone.”
Kagan’s quiet words were followed by a soft smile as he gently pulled Nisha’s hand from where it rested on the table.
“If, by any chance, danger comes to Xieman and both our lives are in peril, I’ll take you away. To a quiet place.”
“…Yes.”
Isn’t that normal?
In any country, it’s inevitable that the king and queen are protected first.
The royal family must survive to secure the future. And the king and queen must live to ensure the next generation.
“And in that quiet place, I’ll kill you with my sword.”
“…Pardon?”
“Does that sound knightley enough? I’ll be your last knight.”
Nisha blinked, caught off guard by such an unexpected and baffling statement.
With a peaceful and calm expression, Kagan’s words made no sense to her.
“When there’s no special circumstance, the Kagan and Katun usually pass away at the same time.”
“…Why?”
“Not sure. I don’t know.”
Kagan shrugged, speaking in a nonchalant tone.
“But that’s how it’s always been. When uncontrollable danger arises, the Kagan kills the Katun first.”
“…Why.”
“Not sure. I don’t know the details. But that’s how it’s always been. He kills, and then they die.”
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No. It doesn’t sound knightly. It sounds gross, like burying a bunch of servants with the pharoah. But I suppose there’s a reason for this world.