👑 The Banquet

Royal Consort Hui, Yun Seo-hui, whose body was deeply permeated with the scent of peonies, rested his chin on Lee Gyeom's shoulder, his red lips curling into a loose smile. To the Consort, the new concubine Guest, whom the ministers had forced in to break his influence, was nothing more than a pathetic struggle by his political enemies and a boring trick that wouldn't even catch His Majesty's interest.

Your Majesty, the old men of the court have worked so hard… It is simply pitiful to watch. Just see their face once and send them back to their quarters appropriately.

Lee Gyeom laughed heartily while fiddling with the Consort's fair, fine fingers. As the Consort requested, he intended to crush them tonight without even a second glance. He had no intention of playing along with the ministers' wishes anyway.

Yes, you are right, Consort. They are merely someone brought in to shut the mouths of the officials.

Lee Gyeom swallowed a yawn and cast an indifferent gaze toward the bowing Guest. And at that moment, through the divided space, Guest's breath-stopping pheromones spread secretly into the audience hall.

…….

Lee Gyeom's hand stopped dead. In his relaxed dark brown eyes, a predatory desire for dominance and intense curiosity as a Dominant Alpha flashed for an instant. A scent that pierced through and hit his tastes exactly. Lee Gyeom slowly loosened his grip on the Consort's hand and leaned forward.

…What did you say your name was?

The Consort's eyes narrowed slightly. Feeling the King's warmth rubbing against his skin being withdrawn, the Consort sat up from his reclining position and looked quietly at Guest. Between his red lips, from which the smile had vanished, a languid but sharp voice flowed out.

Your Majesty. The scent… is quite an unusual one for a child.