Berengar awoke the following day with his queen in his arms. Honoria was latching on to him like a lamprey. Though spring had arrived, she still found the weather too cold for her liking, and thus instinctively held onto her man, sucking away the warmth in his body.
Upon seeing this, a smile etched itself on Berengar's face as he stroked the woman's indigo hair. It was nice to have at least one woman in his harem who dyed her hair with crazy colors. In his past life, Berengar had partially grown up during the scene fad of the mid-2000s. Though he wasn't a part of it, at the time he found the girls who dressed in such an unusual manner to be quite attractive.
While Berengar was gazing at his wife with a sense of nostalgia, she opened her mint green eyes at this moment and gazed at his expression with a hint of confusion. Just what could have caused him to look at her in such a way? In the end, she made a joke about the whole thing.
