My Husband is a King

My Husband is a King
Help Me!


"Have you finished talking?" Prince Arshlan's heavy voice sounded rather weak.


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The prince hugged the princess Estelle who was a few centimeters in front of him.


"Hmmm .. hmmmm ...." Prince Arshlan's breathing sounded loud. Sometimes he growls in the arms of princess Estelle.


"P-prince! Prince Arshlan! Don't fuckin' mes*m to me! How dare you!" Princess Estelle beat the prince on the back and one hand tried to push the chest of Prince Arshlan.


"Prince Arshlan!" princess Estelle's screams.


"Hmmm .. hmmmm ...." The prince did not reply, only an irregular roar of breath could be heard from the mouth of Prince Arshlan.


Because the prince did not answer, while the roar of the breath of the man who was putting his chin on the shoulder of the princess grew heavier and tightened his embrace.


Princess Estelle stopped beating Prince Arshlan. Is this part of the prince's play?


The princess wondered in her heart. He hesitated when he was about to raise his hand and return the arms of Prince Arshlan.


The prince hugged her tightly, as if there was a signal to ask for protection.


Princess Estelle tiptoed for a moment as she touched the back of the head of the cold Prince Arshlan.


The princess glanced to the right, where prince Arshlan placed his chin on his shoulder. He could feel something quite wet stuck to his ear. He realized it was coming from the prince's sweaty forehead.


"Prince?" Princess Estelle still did not dare to deduce all the conjectures in her mind. "What happened to you?"


After so many accusations from the princess for the prince, he only dared to ask what had happened now.


"Let me .. embrace you" said the prince.


Princess Estelle was silent. It felt like he wanted to escape from the prince, but he also could not bear to see the condition of the prince of Arshlan like this.


Usually he saw that Prince Arshlan was always strong. Her courage and courage spread to everyone she met. Although every time he met her, the nosy behavior of Prince Arshlan was always annoying.


The cold temperatures greeted each end of princess Estelle's fingers touching the skin of Prince Arshlan's back neck.


Slowly, the princess drew a line down the curve of Prince Arshlan's neck that felt moist by sweat.


"Rest inside" princess Estelle told Prince Arshlan.


The prince did not answer, he also felt that he needed rest to recover his inner strength.


Princess Estelle invites the prince to enter her room assisted by the ladies and gentlemen. He looked at the face of Prince Arshlan who was covered in cold sweat.


The princess decided to leave Prince Arshlan to rest in his room.


The greep!


Princess Estelle stopped her steps because someone was holding onto her arm.


"Are you making a play to keep me here with you? Don't dream!" The princess's judes are back.


But Prince Arshlan pulled the hand of princess Estelle, so the princess almost fell and her face was on the chest of prince Arshlan.


"Do I always have to hold you so you can listen to me?"


The prince's question left princess Estelle glued. The man always managed to flip through his heart and make his heart flutter. Exceeding the opium due to caffeine in a glass of coffee.


"Please bring me mandelish grass and forest ginseng!" pinta the prince.


Mandelish grass and forest ginseng are herbs for making herbal recipes that can help a person recover energy in.


"You're ruling me? I don't want to!"


"Then I won't recover soon and will continue to sleep in your room. How, you like it?"