I Unintentionally Cured the Grand Duke’s Insomnia - Chapter 105

53. — A Miracle Created by a Fairy Tale Book (1)

A dusky dawn light seeped through the curtains. The light penetrated through the darkness that engulfed the room and illuminated the bed where two people were asleep.

Cain’s tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

He turned his gaze, following the warmth emanating from the large bed that had previously felt cold.

“…Mmm.”

The cold dawn breeze blowing in through the open window made the woman, who had been tossing and turning, snuggle deeper into his arms.

Cain silently watched her in that state.

Adelia’s brow was deeply furrowed, indicating she was having a troubled dream. As he lightly brushed his fingers across her brow, the steady rhythm of her breathing calmed down. The bluish dawn light cast over Adelia’s sleeping face. When the dawn light touched her, which seemed only white, a mysterious blush of pinkish hue enveloped it. In addition, the gold embellishment on her dress sparkled and shimmered.

The story of the stone statue and the child.

The fairy tale she created was different from the previous book that had lulled him to sleep like a broken movie.

It was different from the light sleep he got from tossing and turning every night. It was strange and foreign to realize that he could sleep peacefully, not even knowing when he had fallen asleep. There were no terrible nightmares that strangled him every night.

He gazed at her sleeping face as she was sleeping in his arms.

The sweet voice that had been reading fairy tales to him all night slowly pushed through his dizzy head. Adelia read and reread the fairy tale, straining her sleepy eyes. She read it again and again as if she were going to make him believe that he, too, could truly be happy.

He pulled Adelia, who was in his arms, a little closer and closed his eyes.

As his eyes closed, drowsiness once again swept over him.

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I could smell a refreshing, woody scent that reminded me of being in a forest as a slightly warmer breeze brushed past my ears.

Strands of hair, dancing in the wind, tickled my cheeks.

I frowned, unable to open my eyes to the hair tickling my cheeks. Contrary to my desire to brush the hair away, my body somehow felt heavier than usual.

As I was unable to lift a finger to brush my face, the strands of hair tickling my cheeks were swept away by someone’s fingers. A smile unconsciously graced my lips at the gentle touch that moved the hair aside. Once again, I was enveloped in a warm embrace, the pleasant scent wafting around me, but suddenly, a strange sense of déjà vu.

My eyes flashed open faster than I thought.

I wasn’t unfamiliar with the sight of the chest in front of me. Shivers ran down my spine as I recognized the scene from somewhere. I shut my eyes tightly and hoped that the situation wasn’t as I thought.

‘…Please, please!’

After summoning all the gods I could think of, I carefully opened one eye.

There it was again, that familiar chest as if seen somewhere before. With a few buttons undone and a subtle woody scent lingering in the air, I felt like I could now identify the owner of the refreshing scent I had caught just moments ago.

Swallowing a dry gulp, I lifted my head to find Cain looking at me with an expressionless face.

“…G-Good morning, Your Highness.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Ah, o-of course. Thanks to your care!”

I added quickly, attempting a casual smile.

The corners of Cain’s mouth slowly curved upwards as he quietly watched my smiling face.

“I’m glad you slept well.”

“Of, of course!”

As I rolled my eyes here and there nervously, I abruptly glanced over at Cain’s face. He seemed more relaxed than yesterday. I asked him cautiously, just in case.

“…Did Your Highness manage to get some sleep?”

I asked with little hope. Unlike yesterday, when tension hung heavily in the air, the relaxed atmosphere created expectations.

Cain, who had been quietly gazing at me, opened his mouth playfully.

“Let’s have breakfast together.”

“Yes?”

“You said you’d eat together every day so that I could believe that I could be happy too.”

“….”

“It seems like my stomach is stuck to my back* while waiting for you to wake up.”
[ T/N: The idiom, ‘배가 등에 붙다 — One’s belly is attached to one’s back’ means ‘to be so hungry that one’s belly becomes sunken.’ ]

His face, basking in the morning sun streaming in through the window, looked serene.

So, I just nodded my head as if entranced.

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The fragrant smell of savory soup wafted from the forest not far from Aren.

Irene glanced at Cus, who was holding a ladle with sparkling eyes, and then turned her gaze. When Michael told him to take a break and have lunch, Cus hung up the pot. Michael, who had disappeared to fetch water, didn’t reappear until the soup Cus had made was simmering slightly.

Irene’s face sank as she thought of Michael.

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