Good evening, everyone. I'm Princess Aurora Lavela Astarte—a proud royal of the Astarte Kingdom.
I married into the Lavela Kingdom, to none other than Prince Desmond Lavela Astarte—the most eccentric, brilliant, and occasionally infuriating man alive.
And yes, I act like a big sister to that cute little brother of mine, Ares Meledric.
Anyway, let me tell you what happened during my date with my husband—particularly the part where we unexpectedly ran into Ares and his mysterious eleventh wife.
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We were heading to the auction house. Desmond, ever spontaneous, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bidding floor with that usual excited grin of his.
He placed a bid on… a book.
"One hundred gold," he said, without a single moment of hesitation.
My jaw nearly dropped.
I sighed like a queen watching her court jester gamble with the kingdom's treasury.
Then I sneezed—someone must've been talking about me. (I think it was Violet. Probably gossiping again.)
"What did you buy, dear?" I asked, eyeing the book suspiciously.
"Nothing fancy. Just a regular book," he said with a smug grin.
"Then why did it cost a hundred gold?" I asked flatly.
"Well…" Desmond rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you remember my Magic Mounted Turret from the Endless Dungeon quest?"
"Yes," I said slowly. "Why?"
"I've been thinking—how do I make it move?" His eyes lit up like a child with a new toy. "Maybe this journal has the clue to creating a mobile arsenal!"
I looked down at the book's cover:
> Machinery and Magic
Author: Xin Zhu, from the Indrasia Kingdom
He was serious.
I quietly decided to support him—how could I not? Whenever Desmond spoke about his dreams, his inventions, or the future of our kingdom… I couldn't help but admire him.
Ares was adorable, yes—but Desmond? Desmond was brilliant. And hot.
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After that, we took a stroll through Dendroit Central Park. That's when we saw Ares—and his eleventh wife, Violet.
For reasons I can't comprehend, she seemed to instantly hate me.
The moment she noticed me approaching, she kissed Ares. Right there. In front of me.
Flushed with frustration, I shouted at Ares, reminding him that Father—the King—had summoned him. Then I stormed off with Desmond, sulking the entire way back to the palace.
"What's wrong, honey?" Desmond asked gently.
"That eleventh wife of Ares," I scoffed.
"Calm down, honey," he said with a soft smile. "He's happy, isn't he?"
"It's not fair. He's going on date after date with each wife, one by one." I muttered under my breath.
Desmond chuckled. "You're jealous."
"I'm not! I'm… concerned for his health!—Okay, maybe a little jealous—but that's not the point!" I said, pouting.
Desmond laughed again. "Don't worry. His wives will take good care of him."
Eventually, I let it go. Ares could handle his own chaotic love life. I had my own to focus on.
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At the palace steps, Desmond suddenly pulled me close by the waist and kissed me deeply.
The maids gasped—then pretended not to see anything and quickly resumed their duties.
My face turned scarlet.
"D-DEAR, YOU IDIOT!!" I shouted, running toward our room.
He followed after me, hiding something behind his back. Then, with that disarming smile, he got down on one knee.
He revealed a bouquet of roses and two boxes—one small, one large.
I opened the small one first. Inside was a diamond ring—elegantly carved and polished by his own Diamond Magic.
Then I opened the larger box. Inside rested a pair of magic daggers, crafted meticulously by Desmond himself, despite all his other projects.
I remembered he had been developing something other than the Magic Turret MK II. When it failed, perhaps he made these instead—to distract himself… or maybe to motivate himself.
I didn't even grab the roses—I clutched the ring and daggers instead, then kissed him. A lot.
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Later that night, I sneaked away to the wardrobe, grabbed my newest lingerie, and quietly changed in the bathroom.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Was this really me? The once-arrogant princess, now a woman hoping to be cherished—not just desired.
I clutched the thin fabric over my chest. My fingers trembled. I'd ruled over nobles, knights, and kingdoms… but now, standing here before the man I loved, I was just a woman—hoping to be enough.
> "Desmond… Will you still see me as your queen… or just the woman you've undressed?"
> "Yes, my Queen," Desmond whispered. "You'll always be my wife."
When I stepped out, my cheeks burned. Desmond's face turned just as red.
He didn't speak. His lips parted, his eyes wide—not with hunger, but something softer. Reverence. His hand twitched, uncertain whether to reach for me.
My heart pounded.
"You don't have to be perfect," I whispered, pressing my forehead to his. "Just be mine tonight."
He pulled me gently toward the bed and softly pinned me down.
That night, we embraced one another—fully, completely. I gave myself to him.
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Somewhere outside the room, my mother and stepmother walked past—and, of course, heard us.
> "Ara~ Aurora, how young," my mother giggled.
"Right? They certainly aren't shy," my stepmother added with a knowing smile.
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Status Information
> Name: Aurora Lavela Astarte
Race: Human
Rank: S
Class: Assassin
Magic: Hurricane — Advanced Wind Magic, twice the power of standard Wind Elements
Level: 401
Class Ability: Assassin Flash X — Boosts Agility by 550% upon activation
> Name: Desmond Lavela Astarte
Race: Human
Rank: A
Class: Marksman
Magic: Diamond — Advanced Magic requiring full mental concentration
Level: 401
Class Ability: Marking Sight X — Negates 550% of enemy Agility when marked, applying a Slow debuff
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I still remember the first time he confessed—stammering, clutching a broken staff and a rose made of glass.
He's always chosen me.
Even when I didn't think I was worth choosing.
That was how our date ended—wrapped in my husband's arms.
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Back to myself—my name is Ares Meledric, and I now have eleven wives.
My Tamer Class turned all eleven of my tamed beasts into beautiful women.
My father was also a Tamer, but he never possessed my abilities.
At first, I doubted whether I could truly take care of eleven wives—but with my father's encouragement, I gained the confidence to accept it. Even if more wives may come in the future.
I remembered the vision I had of Cynthia, the Evil Goddess of Love.
She was asking for help—and even Sasha, Cynthia's former beast, wanted to save her old master. Hearing Sasha's story about Cynthia, I clenching my fists and swore to save her when time come.
That's all for now.
Next… it's time to meet the King.
And perhaps—just perhaps—a little foreshadowing.
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Elsewhere…
On the road to Astarte Kingdom, inside a passing carriage, two silhouettes sat in silence.
A girl leaned aga
inst the window. "Areschi… long time no see," she murmured lazily. "Ten years already, huh?"
The boy beside her scoffed. "They say you're strong now. And collecting wives?" His eyes narrowed. "Pathetic."