The Wicked Empress and her Possessive Beast のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Draevor’s recovery began with violence, though not the battlefield variety. It was the specifically Halrem kind of violence.The moment she confirmed that the wound across his ribs would not kill him immediately, relief vanished beneath a level of fury sharp enough to terrify the palace physicians outright. By dawn, the entire western physician wing had transformed into an imperial recovery suite operating under Halrem’s direct command, and every servant within three corridors understood one simple truth: the Beast Emperor of the Black Dominion was not permitted to die, especially not from stupidity.“You rode across half the continent with torn stitching,” Halrem said coldly while cutting away another layer of bloodstained bandaging the morning after his arrival. “Only northern barbarians would consider internal bleeding an efficient form of transportation.”Draevor sat against the edge of the physician bed wearing an expression far too calm for someone currently being dissected ver

The recovery suite changed after midnight.During the day, the physician chambers still belonged partially to the empire. Ministers arrived with reports. Northern envoys requested military signatures. Palace physicians rotated through wound assessments under Halrem’s merciless supervision.But after midnight, Silverhall receded into silence; the corridors emptied, the lanterns dimmed, and the recovery suite became something far more dangerous: private.Halrem discovered this gradually over the following nights.Draevor rarely slept early now. Partly because the wound continued aching whenever fever threatened, but mostly because he had developed an infuriating habit of remaining awake until Halrem finally abandoned physician work and sat somewhere within sight of him.At first she ignored the pattern, then she noticed it, and then she thoroughly hated that she had noticed it at all.On the eighth night after his return, Halrem entered the recovery chambers shortly after midnight carr

After the wrist incident, Halrem became unbearable, even by her own standards.The palace physicians suffered first. One assistant misidentified a medicinal root during inventory review and left the conservatory looking emotionally dismantled, while a surgical apprentice received a fifteen-minute lecture on sterilization incompetence severe enough that two nearby attendants nearly resigned preemptively.The ministers fared no better.During afternoon council, Lord Vassel made the catastrophic mistake of asking whether the Black Dominion emperor’s recovery timeline remained “emotionally disruptive” to the empress’s schedule.Halrem stared at him long enough for the entire chamber to stop breathing before methodically dismantling the western tax revisions he had personally supervised over the last three months.No one mentioned Draevor again afterward, though naturally Draevor himself seemed to enjoy the entire situation immensely, which only worsened the problem.“You are frightening t

By the tenth night of Draevor’s confinement, the recovery suite no longer resembled an imperial physician chamber and instead felt like a space they had quietly learned to share, a realization that became terrifying only after it had already become true.Draevor’s military correspondence now occupied half the western table permanently, while Halrem’s physician manuscripts covered the eastern study in organized chaos. The wolf alternated between sleeping beside Draevor’s chair and beneath Halrem’s desk as though no distinction existed anymore between northern territory and Silverhall.Even the servants had adapted to this new arrangement, automatically bringing tea for two, leaving additional blankets near the hearth because Draevor preferred colder temperatures than Silverhall physicians considered medically sane, and treating their evening wound inspections as an established part of the household routine.Every evening, without discussion, Halrem reviewed his wound beneath the same l

The palace had begun adjusting to them, and that was the truly dangerous development because it was not the rumors or the scandal that concerned Halrem, but the quiet adaptation that had already started reshaping Silverhall around their shared existence.Servants no longer startled when Draevor emerged from Halrem’s private physician wing at dawn carrying military reports beneath one arm while attendants delivered breakfast for two without needing instructions. Ministers had unconsciously started directing certain diplomatic concerns toward both rulers during council sessions, and even the guards stationed outside the western observatory no longer questioned why the Black Dominion emperor moved through Silverhall’s private imperial corridors like a man who already belonged there.The empire itself seemed to be quietly restructuring around their presence, a development that Halrem found completely intolerable.Mostly because part of her no longer remembered what the palace had looked