Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

The Lord of the Snowfields discovered that his little rose had developed some new habits recently. For example, when they were close, she would touch his wrist and back. Even when she was sleeping, she would involuntarily hold his wrist or reach out to stroke his back.

Ugh--

This is truly a sweet burden that makes people feel a little troubled.

Lying on his side on the bed, Sal stared at his partner who was nestled in his arms, his right hand holding his left wrist, his left hand resting on his waist and back, breathing lightly and with a calm face.

He knew that the caravan would reach the Losen tribe in less than two hours, and he should wake up his little rose now, but he really liked the sight of little rose sleeping in his arms with complete trust and dependence.

So after a long inner struggle, until they were still an hour away from their destination, the Lord of the Snowfield had to gently wake up his partner.

"My little prince, it's time for you to get up..."

"Um... okay... okay, good morning, Sal, I'm awake..." Xie Wei hadn't opened his eyes yet. He didn't actually hear clearly what Sal said, but he felt the man kissing his ear, so he knew that this meant he had to get up.

He mumbled something about being awake, but after rubbing his cheek against Sal's chest for a moment, he fell silent again.

With a short chuckle, Sal let go of Xie Wei's red ears and kissed his cheeks and lips instead.

My little rose, my little baby, so cute, I love her so much.

……

Sitting on a high stool in the bathroom, Xie Wei slowly cleaned his mouth with a soft-bristled toothbrush. Sal, who had already washed and dressed neatly, stood behind him and braided his hair at a rapid speed.

Thrall braided the hair very quickly. His fingers, used to holding a sword for years, braided the intricate braid with a dexterity that was unbelievable to Shevi. He then reached for a cup of water for Shevi to rinse his mouth, then took a towel from the rack to wipe Shevi's face...

Rubbing his soft cheeks that had been smeared with ointment by Sal, Xie Wei lowered his eyes to look at the man who was helping him tuck his trouser legs into his boots.

Sal's braids today were relatively simple. Xie Wei only helped him braid a few small braids and tied the rest of his hair into a ponytail.

If he were asked to help Sal braid some intricate and beautiful braids, it would take him more than half an hour to do it.

Touching his delicate braids, Xie Wei felt a little guilty, so he reached out to fiddle with Sal's ponytail and discussed with him.

"Would you mind waking me up early tomorrow? That way I can braid your hair beautifully."

In fact, if Sal was not so clingy at night and let him go to bed earlier, he could wake up by himself, but Sal is always clingy.

After hearing this, Sal nodded and said "hmm", but didn't say whether it was good or bad. Instead, he held Xie Wei's calf and said something.

"My little rose, you seem to have grown a little taller."

Xie Wei was completely focused on his words and asked with a hint of amusement, "Really?"

"Really, these cashmere trousers were made just before winter, and now the legs are a little short."

Sal had tucked Xie Wei's trouser legs into his boots, so he couldn't see it, but since Sal said so, he must have grown taller.

During the five years of the Secret Realm Trial, his appearance did not change with the passage of time, so Xie Wei didn't know whether he could grow to be as tall as his brother Yrel.

Now that Sal said he had grown a little taller, he became confident about his height again, so during his meal he not only drank an extra glass of milk, but also ate two extra fried eggs.

Xie Wei's good appetite made the Lord of the Snowfield, who was obsessed with feeding his partner, and Mr. Iriel, who was gradually obsessed with feeding his younger brother, feel extremely satisfied.

Raymond, who had always regarded feeding Yrel as his daily task, now didn't hate Yrel's brother so much because he had a new reason to persuade Yrel to eat more.

He whispered in Yrel's ear: "Your brother is so small and can eat so much. How can you, as his older brother, eat less than him? What if he grows bigger than you in the future?"

In Raymond's memory, older dragons are often larger and stronger than younger ones, and he thinks humans should be the same.

Iriel understood what Raymond meant, but he thought that it would be good if his younger brother could really grow taller and stronger than him, because it meant that the little guy was healthy.

But he had touched his brother's bones and knew that this possibility was not very high...

Thinking of this, Iriel lowered his eyes and used a dinner knife to cut the fish fillet on the plate into small pieces, then poured the fish fillet crumbs into Raymond's porridge bowl with a calm expression.

Looking up and seeing Xie Wei looking at him, Yirel explained in a gentle voice, "Raymond likes to eat this way."

Raymond didn't know if he liked eating it this way, but when Iriel said he did, he held his head high.

"Yes, yes, I like it very much."

Xie Wei did not doubt what Yirel said, but Thrall, who was sitting next to him, looked at the meat crumbs in the porridge thoughtfully.

After a simple breakfast, the convoy arrived at the Losen tribe. The clock in the carriage showed 9:30 in the morning, more than two hours earlier than the expected arrival time yesterday.

Xie Wei didn't know that Sal had received secret letters from the Losen tribe and Gute City last night, and these two secret letters were the main reasons for the caravan to speed up and reach the Losen tribe ahead of time.

Before Thrall took Shevi out of the car to meet the leader and priest of the Losen tribe, he quietly handed the two secret letters to Yrel.

Only after Xie Wei and Thrall left the carriage did Irel unfold the secret letter, but he only took a glance at it, and the two pieces of animal skin paper with short words on them turned into ashes in an instant.

Raymond, who was standing behind Iriel, read the contents of the two pieces of animal skin paper clearly. Although the sentences and handwriting were different, the meaning expressed on the two pieces of paper was the same.

He had learned the Palatho language from Yrel and knew that those few lines translated into Common Tongue roughly read: [Assassins of unknown origin have infiltrated the Snow Plains. Their target is suspected to be His Highness Shiawi Fichold, the "Rose of the Empire."]

Shiawi Fichold? Apparently that's Yrel's brother's real name.