The Unlucky Bride Is Loved by the Fortunate Desert King - Chapter 10 - I Can't Get Married!

I wavered between wanting Al to touch me more and being the bride of As’ad, and I felt completely torn.

Still, I found the courage and told Al the truth. I told him I was As’ad Al-Aziz’s bride. Maybe Al would be angry and throw me back out into the desert.

But Al’s eyes widened, and then he broke into a bold smile. It was nothing like what I had expected. I was flustered. I thought he would yell, but that wasn’t the case.

“Oh? Do you think I don’t like you, Yuzu?”
“You—because… Al doesn’t… care about me…”
I began to say he probably didn’t feel anything for me, but Al cut me off.

He pulled his face close. His chiselled features made my heart pound just from looking at him.

“To treat the one you’re entrusting your body to so badly — you are surprisingly a wicked woman, aren’t you?” He chuckled, and I felt dismissed.

“Al-sama! I’m serious—!” When I tried to push myself up, Al shoved me down again, not gently this time but with a force I could not resist. Until now his hands had been gentle; now they pinned me to the floor.

(Could it be…?) My face drained of color at the thought that he might be going to force himself on me.

But instead of cruelty, Al looked at my scared face with a strange pity, then spoke clearly and steadily.

“I will take you away from As’ad. You will be my bride.”

“—Al…?”
I had been so stunned I forgot to use any honorific. The dim light of the bath made Al’s fierce face gleam, almost sensuously.

A few days ago, I could never have imagined this. I was unlucky already, but I never expected to be fighting for my life in a vast desert nation. The man who saved me had once aimed a sword at me — but now he was saying the most impossible thing.

“You will be my bride.”

Then Al pressed his warm lips to mine.