Running Away After Getting Pregnant with the Tyrantβs Child (42)
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Aristine raised her hand and stroked Tarkanβs cheek.
Tarkan grasped Aristineβs hand tightly and buried his cheek in her palm.
His warm lips pressed against the lines of her palm.
Aristine broke out in a smile.
βRineh.β
His deep voice was full of poignance and affection.
Tarkan could also tell what Aristine was feeling. Just by looking into her eyes like this, holding her hand and sharing each otherβs warmth.
βYou look just like in the past.β Tarkan whispered as he brushed Aristineβs hair to the side.
βDo you like me better this way?β, Aristine asked.
Tarkan couldn’t help but laugh.
βYou always look pretty.β
When has the word βprettyβ ever felt so ticklish and heart-fluttering?
Hearing those words coming from Tarkan, combined with the look in his eyes, made those words feel more special than anything in the world.
βThat is why my heart races whenever I see you.β
His firm hand wrapped around Aristineβs waist.
βEven when I didnβt know it was you, and even now when I know it is you.β
Tarkan bent over.
His black hair mingled with Aristineβs golden strands. The bridge of his nose brushed slightly against hers, and his well-shaped lips parted.
βMy heart always beats for you alone.β
Aristine closed her eyes.
Tarkan brought his lips to hers, pulling her into a kiss.
As their breaths intertwined, Aristine hugged his neck tightly.
The Chrysea flowers sparkling at her feet exuded a dark, rich scent. The clusters of golden lights rose in the air, whirling around their entangled frames.
Amidst the brilliant light, the eyes of the two met.
And thenβ.
β…?!β
When the light faded, the two of them had completely disappeared.
Like they had never existed from the start.
It was as though the light was merely an illusion. For only the Chrysea flowers remained, quietly swaying in the wind in the now empty space.
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As soon as Tarkan sensed something was off, he hugged Aristine tightly.
He strove to protect her and their child, even if it meant sacrificing himself.
However, the sensation he met was both fluffy and softβ.
βA bed?!β
When he looked around, he found himself in a very familiar room. This was the room that Aristine was using in Launelianβs mansion.
βSo we came together.β Aristine said, slipping out of his arms.
Tarkan, who was in the process of releasing her, paused.
βYour hair…β
Aristineβs hair had returned to its brilliant silver color. Her eyes color was no longer reversed, but a purple hue akin to the dawning sky.
βOh, when I leave the mirror, it goes back to normal.β
βLeave the mirror? Are you talking about that mirrored surface you told me about before?β
βMhm, a mirror shows a reversed image, doesnβt it?β
Hence, her eye color was reversed and became the opposite light green color.
The reason her silver hair turns blonde is because the Silvanus direct lineage had one of two types of hair color.
If it wasnβt blonde, it was silver and if it wasnβt silver, it was blonde.
βAlthough, it would be more accurate to say I experienced γEnlightenmentγ rather went into the mirror.β
βEnlightenment?β
βYou will understand soon.β Aristine gave a smile and hugged Tarkan. βAnd seeing that we came together, it must be true.β
βWhat is?β
βThat you are my flower.β
As she hugged Tarkan tightly and pressed her cheek against his broad chest, a deep sense of satisfaction welled up from within.
Upon seeing the smile on his wifeβs face, Tarkan stopped asking anymore questions and hugged her back.
It was so strange.
Whenever he held Aristine, his heart grew tight and seemed to beat faster. He thought nothing could ever be better than this.
But now, he felt like they were connected more deeply and intimately then ever.
βIt feels good.β
Tarkan buried his face in Aristineβs neck and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.
His arms hugging Aristine tightened around her.
They both decided to put the situation aside and just hugged each other for a while, sharing their warmth.
Needless to say, Launelian was fraught with worry, and it was only after a servant reported that they had found the two cuddling, that his fists began to tremble.
Translatorβs Corner:
*Chapter is a little short but next chapter is almost triple the length.
- Honey, I’m Going on Strike – Chapter 82 - February 26, 2026
- Honey, I’m Going on Strike – Chapter 81 - February 26, 2026
- Honey, I’m Going on Strike – Chapter 80 - February 26, 2026
AWWW, SO CUTE!
thanks, Miss Ruby π
This was adorable π₯°
Never mind how short it was, I consider myself spoiled to get a snippet of Aristine and a chapter of Emilone on Christmas. Thanks, Ruby!
Brother Launelian is sizzling with anger hahahah
Thank you for your work as always, Miss Ruby. Happy holidays to you!
How close are we to the finale? Did Miss Ruby divide the chapters by 2 or did some chapters get divided and others stayed as they were? The narrative feels like it’s about to end and there’s hardly another 100 chapters expected if you multiply the original chapters by 2.
Thank you for the christmas/holiday treat. What are we gonna do without you, Miss Ruby?? π₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ί Also, I keep imagining Khan as a flower and I feel gay… Why is it HAHAHAHHAHAHA
Oi oi oi oi what about the coup π€£!!! What about the coronation of the empress, the death penalty for the emperor xD π
The brother is tasked with the boring stuff she just has to look pretty and admire her husband’s chest.
Thank you so much for your hard work on all these chapters!! πππ₯°π₯°π₯°Iβm so happy and sad at the same time. Sad because I finally caught up. πππ