Battle Divorce! - Chapter 7

Chapter 4.1

For the past while, there was only one thought running through Daisy’s mind.

“What do I do…?”

Sitting in the bathtub, she nervously chewed her thumb like a child.

Soft flower petals, fragrant oils, and an absurd amount of bubbles. It was an unusually luxurious bath for her. The steam-filled bathroom felt as hazy as her future.

“I’m totally doomed.”

Daisy wasn’t usually one to lose her cool. Even on missions, unexpected situations would crop up all the time, but she’d always handled them with quick thinking and smooth improvisation.

But today, that quick thinking had backfired.

She replayed the ridiculous words she had blurted out to Maxim.

“…I-I just need to wash up first.”

Hah, why on God’s green earth did I have to say that?

She had bought herself some time, but looking back now, saying she needed to ‘wash up’ was practically an agreement to consummate the marriage.

And that wasn’t even the worst part. Maxim von Waldeck’s response had been the real kicker.

“Well, that works out perfectly. I was in a rush to get here, and I could use a wash myself.”
“…”
“Shall we do it together?”

…It was certainly an unexpected response.

Her whole body trembled as she recalled the words that had echoed in her ears. She was especially sensitive when it came to her ears, and with that casual yet polite tone, he had hit her right in her weak spot.

“A-Absolutely not!”

So embarrassing. I could’ve at least kept my voice down.

Embarrassed, her voice had risen without her even realizing it. She caught a flicker of surprise in Maxim’s expression, but his pale gray-blue eyes soon grew more intense.

“Why not?”
“I-I usually bathe alone…! I get uncomfortable if someone’s watching.”
“There’s no need to be shy. We’re husband and wife.”

Maxim gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, as if he found her reaction cute.

“Alright then. Go wash up.”

At the same moment, Maxim ordered the maids to prepare his wife’s bathwater immediately. He clearly wasn’t planning on waiting around.

The disapproving gaze of the former grand duchess, combined with the maids’ oddly excited whispers, made Daisy wish she could disappear from pure embarrassment. And even now, thinking back on it made her feel the same way.

“…This is driving me nuts.”

Daisy kept splashing water on her face, trying to cool down her flushed cheeks.

No matter how smooth or cunning someone may be, everyone has their awkward side. And for Daisy, that awkward side was ‘men.’

“This wasn’t part of the original plan.”

She knew missions could have unexpected twists, but she hadn’t expected something like this to happen so suddenly.

Cannon fodder, they called him. Who would’ve guessed he’d return as a war hero?

Daisy’s role was to play the fake bride in a purely symbolic wedding. Thankfully, the wedding night wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal.

“Well, we already kissed. What’s stopping us from having s*x?”

She toyed with the idea of just closing her eyes and getting it over with.

“No, it’s not as simple as picking out a dessert.”

Just because you’ve had chocolate doesn’t mean you can easily move on to chocolate cake. This was a completely different situation. And the man in question was Maxim von Waldeck, the royal family’s “hunting dog,” infamous for his ruthless temperament.

Though she’d chosen to retire, Daisy had been raised within the revolutionary faction and harbored a deep-seated aversion to the royal family’s blindly loyal lackeys.

That kiss at the wedding and the prayer wishing him peace in the afterlife were mere acts of mercy. Mercy she could afford now that she had become a ‘child of God.’

After all, the Lord did say to love our enemies.

Of course, it wasn’t unusual for the organization to have someone pose as the mistress of a royalist figure to gather intel, and in those cases, s*x was part of the job. However, Daisy’s assignments had mostly involved assassinations, so she had no experience in that area.

She wasn’t entirely inflexible, so she had somehow managed to get through the kiss, but…

The thought of going as far as having s*x while completely naked terrified her.

“Haah…”

She knew that intimacy involved a man’s ‘part’ entering the opening between her legs…

Hesitantly, Daisy let her fingers graze between her legs, trying to gauge the size.

“I’m scared, it’s too big…”

If it had been average, maybe she wouldn’t have felt so overwhelmed. But the way it had pressed against her lower stomach, and just the sight of it, made it clear that his was definitely extra-large.

No matter how much she thought about it, there was no way something that size could fit inside her body.