My Wish Is Two Separate Beds - Chapter 13

In fact, Endimion and Iris are step siblings, but they got along well enough.

At the same time, both their personalities were equally blunt, so there was not much affection between them.

But there was only one moment when these sibling’s would have a battle of nerves; that is when Iris picked a fight with Julia.

When I first found out, I was about to confront Duke Hyde, but

Julia asked to overlook it so I pretended not to know about it.

Fortunately, it didn’t seem like Julia was just taking it without any actions.

However, for there to be official letters being exchanged between them, Iris must have provoked her again.

“No, you don’t need to.”

“Tha, thank you! I won’t let this happen again…”

“And since the duke is so faithful to his family, I’m sure he will take his wife’s punishment with bliss. Work overtime for the next month.”

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Go home and report to the Duchess, then come back right away.”

Endimion beckoned his aides with a cool face.

Soon, they dragged Lionel out, who had become pale.

“Oh, oh my God, you can’t do this! I’m going to die! Your Majesty!”

Only when the Duke’s cries rang in the hallway did he feel a bit better.

Endimion was indeed a relentless King for everyone other than Julia.

“Return this to the Queen’s palace as though nothing happened”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Endimion, who had sent the Duchess’ letter with a servant, stood up rubbing his temples.

The cold Iris has a good relationship with the bearish Duke Hyde, so she’ll be quite upset when she finds out about this ordeal.

‘How dare she disturb the queen.’

Endimion laughed at the sight of Iris glaring at him in his mind.

Then he opened an inner door which was connected to the office.

Endimion frowned as he entered a secret room dedicated to the King that even his brother-in-law, Duke Hyde, did not know.

When we last met, I gave her a warning, but she couldn’t be quiet for long.

She shares my bloodline, but I don’t know what she’s up to.

I thought it was just jealousy when she hated Julia since their first meeting, but how many years has it been?

However, when the pictures in the room caught my eye, all my irritations melted away.

Endimion smiled lightly and sat in a leather armchair in the middle of the room.

The chair, which rotates smoothly in place, was specially commissioned by Endimion.

“Hi.”

Endimion mumbled as he slowly looked to the far left. There were the 7 year-old Julia, 8 year-old Julia, 9 year-old Julia… all the way up to the 18 year-old Julia hanging on the wall.

It was the Julia collection Endimion had made by secretly making copies of the portraits painted in each of her birthdays.

I secretly hired a separate royal painter for this because if she knew of this she may look at me strangely.

It was a hobby that even he himself felt was a little obsessive, but Endimion ignored that feeling.

What should I do? She’s so pretty that I want to have her portraits.

The portraits of the King and Queen are for future generations, so they cannot be viewed freely even by the concerned parties.

His Queen, who is the most noble and elegant figure in Semele, caught the eyes of everyone at every occasion.

She wasn’t fancy, but her fairy-like delicate beauty has a charm that ignites attraction.

She’s good by nature, so she’s kind to everyone.

Endimion felt sick enough to die every time Julia gave her bright smiles to another man.

If I could, I’d like to keep her in my embrace forever.

Though it seems like she didn’t even dream of her husband thinking this way.

Julia had been a cute girl with short hair and a hairband when she just got married.

But with every year that passed, her hair grew longer and her face lost its baby fat. Her face became slim along with her shoulders.

Her big, purple eyes twinkled lively, and her graceful nose and rose petal-like lips were so lovely.

Her long, slender legs and straight waist, weren’t weak like a deer’s, but had a Queenly dignity.

And those smooth, rich curves…

“I’m like a pervert.”

Endimion, whose gaze moved towards last year’s portrait turned dark before he knew it, burst into a vain laugh and shook his head.