把雪白的岳弄怀孕了

'After waking up, I couldn't find you, so I took a stroll outside to clear my mind. But surprisingly, I found out that King Ameal was rallying his people to wage war against Queen Mavena and King Bor, the Mad King. I am...'

The sentence turned into scribbled nonsense from that point on, as if the writer determined that such a lengthy sentence was no longer pertinent.

'Dear Husband,

I have joined King Ameal's army to wage war against Queen Mavena and King Bor. I expect that we will be at the gates of the Queen's castle before dawn, armed only with my desire for revenge against her and the mad king. I understand that you will be upset upon reading this letter, but I would rather die fighting against a Queen who has directly destroyed my life and her Kingdom, and a man who has been nothing but a cruel psychopath to those who welcomed him, than become bound to a man I do not know and become his puppet for the rest of my life.

Thank you for the sex, it was amazing. At least, I won't die a virgin.

Goodbye, Prince Wyatt….'

The name was cancelled and replaced with…..

'Husband'.

An overwhelming feeling of utter disbelief crashed upon my shoulders and I found myself gawking blankly at the sheet of paper.

I was at loss for words. Among my immense finite vocabulary, I was still wordless.

What the hell is this?

That was all I could think. All I could ask.

"What the hell is this?" I poised my question at Annabelle.

Her face scrunched up in confusion. Maybe she was just confused at my unknown choice of words -'hell'. Or maybe she understood what I said but was confused about why I had posed her such a question.

She expressed. "What do you mean, Captain?" Her voice sounded irritated and confused.

My mind was full of unanswered questions that needed answers. "Why didn't you stop her?" My voice was sharp and frigid. "Weren't you with her before she decided to run aw --".

Annabelle abruptly interrupted me with a... "Captain!" Her narrowed eyes turned into slits. "I think that you are mistaken.." She gazed at me and shook her head firmly. "I arrived here upon hearing the constant rumours and noises being spread about the war in the middle of the night. When I confirmed their validity, I quickly rushed to your room to inform you, but I found that you were absent once more. That's when I spotted this letter".

She shook her head again. "Forgive me for saying this Captain, but if you were by your woman's….. your wife's side, and not spending time with every woman whose legs you can be spread wide open with your manhood, then this might not have happened... Maybe if you were around or close by, then you might have had the chance to stop her from doing something so stupid".

My mouth clamped shut. Of course, I knew what she said was true, but --

But ---

Annabelle's gaze lingered on Edna before they shifted and scrutinised the two scantily dressed workers holding the unconscious Vanessa in place. Then, she directed her eyes back to mine.

I folded my palm and crumbled the paper within it. She was right. If only I had stayed with her and waited till she woke up, then this wouldn't have happened. And even if she had such thoughts, then I would have been there to dispel them immediately.

But ---

My jaw clenched. "Are you saying that I am the problem?".

She nodded. "Yes, and I don't fault her..... It's clear that she knew you were occupied with another woman and thought that ending her life wouldn't be an issue for you since you would have someone else to take her place almost immediately".

Heat ignited within my palm and turned the paper to dust. "I would never replace her because she is my wife…" My first official partner in this world.. "Regardless, are you suggesting that your Captain should alter himself for a woman?".

Annabelle crunched her brows and responded. "I don't understand what you are trying to say captain, but I believe that a captain shouldn't have to change himself for anyone, man or woman, for whatever reason or cause" She pursed her lips. "But didn't you just say it yourself, Captain. She.. is.. your.. wife.. Your words, not mine".

But ---

She sighed deeply. "If you intended for her to be with you forever, then you should have considered how it would make her feel" She muttered almost inaudibly, but I caught her words. "Even for ascendants, forever is a very long time".

'No' I inwardly shook my head. I had a conversation with Nina just last night before we had sex. I told her the kind of man I was, and she told me how she felt ---

"Did you even know how she felt apart from the sex?" Annabelle asked.

It was supposed to be a simple question, and yet --

I didn't know what to say.

Yes, we had previously communicated and shared our feelings for each other. However, when it comes down to the core emotion of what she truly thinks about me, aside from being the man who rescued her from death's grip but then trapped her by his side for the rest of her life, I knew next to nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I was too eager about getting my first harem member and having the powers to protect her that I stupidly forgot that I can't wash away whatever she had gone through before she met me. Haaa…. For all my knowledge about sex and how to please a woman, I ---

A loud exaggerated sigh rang out in the air.

She took my silence as my answer.

"Exactly what I thought".

A part of me felt irritated. Irritated that the person lecturing me about morals was a fucking spy. A spy whom, I would have executed hours ago if it wasn't for my own morally degraded principles.

So, I inhaled.

I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves. It wouldn't be wise to reveal my suspicion of her, not at this moment. I already had one issue to deal with and it was best not to add another problem to my plate.

"I can see your point".

She raised her eyebrows in surprise and stared at me with a puzzled expression before quickly shaking her head and clearing her throat. "It's good that you understand, Captain. Nonetheless, I think it's best if we leave before things get worse and we become involved in the war" She said thoughtfully.

I nodded in agreement. "Alright. You can take the woman behind me and start leaving". I pondered about what to do next.

Annabelle suspiciously gazed at the four women before she directly gazed at me "Aren't you coming with us?".

I shook my head at her. No, I will not be accompanying you guys to the ship. But, I will catch up soon". I turned around and looked at Edna. "I don't think I need to remind you to respect and behave yourself" I warned her.

She nodded, frigidly.

I took her response as affirmation and walked out of the door, but a hand suddenly tightened around my arm

"It seems that you don't understand the situation, Prince Wyatt…" As Annabelle spoke, I could see the women around her widening their eyes at the revelation of my other identity.

She persisted. "With one fallen kingdom rebelling against the Miracle Queen, it's only a matter of time before the others follow suit. Despite our strength, getting caught in the crossfire will only bring more harm than good to us. The wisest course of action is to return to our ship and inform Captain Crimson Eye of the situa---".

I held her hands tightly and released her grip. "I said you guys should leave, I will catch up" Even though I felt mildly irritated by her words, I still felt the need to control my emotions.

Yet, she persisted. She instantly walked in front of me and blocked my path.

"Woman!" She growled. "I can't believe that a captain of mine is about to walk into the middle of a regional war all because of a woman. I know you are strong, but don't you understand that you will be putting yourself against many stronger ascendants?".

I responded "That's just the kind of man I am". I quoted "And have you forgotten your own words?.... 'I believe that a captain shouldn't have to change themselves for anyone, man or woman, no matter the reason or cause'". At least, her expression was a joy to look at "Your words, not mine."

Her mouth was sealed shut as she stared at me dumbly.

"And also, we're talking about my wife" I intoned. "So either you address her with respect or you shut up".

Despite controlling my irritation, I agreed that my words may have been influenced, a little by it. Regardless, I saw no need to change it.

"Now, excuse ----".

My instincts blared.