Lascrea was always thinking about the dream she just had.
Actually, why did she have to go through such a dream?
What did Lascrea's dream mean?
Who is she?
Various questions swirled in Lascrea's head who was trying to find a way to slowly forget Allail.
"Hufft, I'm so annoyed with that guy. Actually, why won't his image go out of my mind? Tch, you bastard." Lascrea grumbled to the snowboard. She wanted to cool her mind while forgetting the memories of Allail, the man she loved.
Lascrea walked without looking in front of her, suddenly she bumped into a man.
boo!
"Aww, my goodness." Lascrea grimaced as she fell on the floor.
"Are you all right, Miss?" asked the tall and handsome man in the suit, holding out his hand to help Lascrea get up.
"Oh, I'm fine." Lascrea woke up by herself without holding the man's hand.
The man put his hands in his pockets again because of the cold weather.
"Then I'll excuse myself," said Lascrea as she grabbed her bag and hurried away leaving the man without seeing his face.
"Hey!" Call him.
"Huh?" Lascrea turned around feeling confused. "What's wrong, Sir? Is there anything I can help you with?" continued Lascrea asked.
"Don't you want to see my face, my empress?"
Deg.
Deg.
Deg.
Lascrea who was still bowed suddenly felt like her heart was going to pop out of place. Her heartaches. She lifted her head and looked directly at the man in front of her.
"You..." Lascrea's tears flowed without her noticing.
That man was her husband, the notorious Demon King, Allail the ruler of hell.
Lascrea immediately threw the bag in her hands and ran into Allail's arms.
"Wuaaa, sob, sob, where have you been? Why did it take you so long to get here?" Lascrea continued to cry while hugging Allail tightly, she gripped Allail's back as if she didn't want to let go of the man she missed so much about.
"One year, Allail. One year, sob, sob."
"Shh, shh, I'm sorry Lascrea. I'm late." This time Allail correctly said Lascrea's name, it was no longer Amone she had heard of, but her real name since she was born.
Allail hugged the woman who had become his wife with love, he kissed her on the head.
His kiss went down to his forehead, then her nose, he kissed both of Lascrea's cheeks, then stopped while leaving her beautiful red lips with his eyes staring deep into Lascrea.
Lascrea looked at Allail deeply at that time. The breath of the two of them chased each other. That's when Allail said, "I love you, Lascrea." Immediately, Lascrea's tears fell while their lips met affectionately.
Lascrea's heart was very happy, she felt that she had become the happiest woman in the world.
Lascrea tightly gripped Allail's shoulders to support her weight. Likewise Allail. He immediately carried Lascrea like a princess and teleported in an instant to Lascrea's house, right in her bedroom.
They immediately fell on the bed together. Combining a beautiful love that is incomparable. Holding hands, they give each one the true meaning of love.
***
Moments later, Lascrea had fallen asleep with a body full of hickeys. She was so sound asleep that Allail who was ignorant at that time, pinching her nose did not make her wake up or move at all.
Allail saw the face of the woman who was fast asleep with the chest blanket. Allail looked at him intently while thinking did this woman miss him all this time?
Allail gently stroked Lascrea's cheek, Lascrea sounded a little mutter.
"Don't go, don't leave me alone."
When he heard that, Allail's heart seemed to flower. He immediately got into the blanket that Lascrea was wearing then hugged her tightly on top of his body.
"I'm never going anywhere again. I won't leave you again, you won't be alone," said Allail, kissing the head of the woman in his arms.
***
"Ugh~" Lascrea woke up from her deep sleep, then she looked at the bed beside her.
"Allail?" Lascrea was shocked to see that Allail was not there. He immediately ran out like a madgirl looking for the man's form. She was afraid that Allail would leave her again.
DINING ROOM.
Seen a tall, burly, and athletic man standing in front of the grill, while preparing food for his beloved empress.
"Oh, you're awake?" asked Allail with a smile.
Lascrea who thought everything she had experienced was just a dream, ran towards Allail while hugging him tightly from behind.
"Hey, hehe, what's wrong with you? Did you have a bad dream?" asked Allail, smiling with his hands continuing to cook.
"No, I don't have nightmares anymore," said Lascrea with both hands hugging Allail tighter.
"Hehe, good morning!" Allail turned around while giving his woman an intimate good morning kiss.
Lascrea's cheeks turned red, she was both happy and embarrassed when Allail treated her as if she was loved by him.
"Lascrea, please sit at the dining table. But before that, put on your clothes, okay, I feel something springy touch my back."
Lascrea, who immediately ran from the bed without even a piece of cloth, suddenly covered her body with both hands when she heard Allail's words.
She also with a face that was red with embarrassment, immediately ran to her room and wore a white shirt with her favorite blue shorts.
A few minutes later, she came back again.
Allail greeted him with a bright smiling face with the breakfast dish that was neatly prepared on the dining table.
Lascrea approached Allail, then Allail also invited Lascrea to sit down and eat the breakfast he had made for his beloved woman.
"How, is it delicious?" asked Allail while feeding the same kind of food into his mouth.
Lascrea nodded then. "Very tasty!" Lascrea smiled while looking at Allail. She couldn't stop looking at the man she had only seen for a year.
***
After they finished their breakfast, they went to the living room to relax and chat.
"Allail, actually what made you not meet me first? Even though a year is a very long time, I am here waiting for you like someone who has lost her mind, you know?" Lascrea turned her gaze from Allail's eyes, she was a bit embarrassed to admit her feelings for the man.
Allail smiled, he approached Lascrea then kissed her cheek then pulled Lascrea to sit on his lap.
"Wow." Lascrea was taken aback when she was pulled without a word, but on the other hand, she was also pounding. The man in front of him became more and more romantic.