153 Don’t Dare to Come to Bed
“Mom~”
Moon stood beside two snowballs, one big and one small, waving her little arms at Roswiser.
Roswiser waved back, then turned her gaze towards Leon and Noia.
Judging by the wrecked training dummy next to the father-daughter duo, they must have been practicing some offensive magic.
“Be careful not to hurt yourself while using magic, Noia.”
Roswiser had no intention of interfering with Leon’s instruction to their eldest daughter. He was quite skilled at teaching kids; she didn’t need to worry one bit.
“Okay, Mom.”
Noia replied and concentrated on gathering Thunder Element magic in her hands.
Leon glanced at the silver-haired beauty, snowflakes drifting onto her head and shoulders. She stood tall, even more beautiful than a finely sculpted porcelain doll.
Roswiser met his gaze in return.
But the couple didn’t say anything—just exchanged a quick look, after which Roswiser turned her eyes away and walked over to Moon.
Dad takes care of the big one, Mom takes care of the little one—a perfect division of labor.
“Moon, are you building a snowman?” Roswiser approached.
“Uh-huh! Moon rolled out the snowman’s body and head, but… but I’m too short to put them together,” Moon looked up, her big, sparkling eyes pleading for help from her mother.
Roswiser smiled, “Then let Mom help you, okay?”
“Okay~”
Roswiser nodded, bent down to lift the snowman’s head, but with nearly four months of pregnancy already showing, straightening up took a bit of effort.
Seeing this, the little dragon girl quickly ran to the other side, raising her arms high to support the snowball, even standing on her tiptoes as if her tail was trying hard to help, too.
In the end, thanks to the mother-daughter duo’s teamwork, the snowman’s head was perfectly placed on its body.
“Mom, you’re amazing!” Moon ran over, shaking Roswiser’s wrist.
Roswiser tousled her hair, “Moon is amazing too! But look, the snowman’s face is all bare. Let’s make it some eyes and a mouth!”
“Okay!”
Having lived through over two hundred winters, Roswiser had never built a snowman with anyone.
Even as a child, she had no interest in such games. When Isar urged her to go out and build snowmen or have snowball fights, she remained unresponsive.
She never understood what sense of achievement could come from rolling a bunch of snow into a big ball and shaping it into a human form.
For Roswiser back then, spending time on such things felt like a waste compared to reading more books and practicing magic.
Even during her two daughters’ first winter, she only stood by and watched them play, never joining in.
But after spending so much time with Leon, she gradually shed that “pride” a mother shouldn’t have.
From letting her daughters call her “Mom” instead of “Your Majesty” to family portraits, school sports days, and Noia’s little essay on “Parental Love,” to now, making a snowman with Moon—she really had changed a lot.
In the past, she would have never devoted herself so fully to these activities.
She didn’t want to admit that it was Leon who changed her, but all the subtle changes started after he awoke.
Well, the only things that seemed to change due to Leon’s influence were those related to her daughters.
Her attitude toward prisoners, however, remained unchanged.
Lost in thought, the mother-daughter pair found suitable substitutes for the snowman’s eyes, mouth, and arms.
Now they just needed a nose.
Standing in front of their nearly completed snowman, Moon scratched her head, which was lightly dusted with snowflakes, saying, “I can’t find a suitable branch for the nose.”
Just then, Roswiser heard footsteps behind her.
Turning around, she saw Leon.
“Hey, you’ve made good progress!” Leon looked at the snowman, his gaze landing on the nose area, “Why’s it missing a nose?”
“The branches are too thin; they wouldn’t look good for a nose,” Moon explained.
Leon squatted down and pinched Moon’s soft little nose, “Then why not make it like Moon’s nose?”
“But Mom just said that would make the snowman unremarkable.”
Leon picked up Moon and walked over to Roswiser, “How is that unremarkable? A small nose is so cute!”
“What’s cute is Moon, not the shape of the nose,” Roswiser said lightly.
She had gradually forgotten her previous sentiment about “cuteness” being derogatory for the dragon race.
Alas, she couldn’t find a suitable word to describe her daughters, so she just went along with Leon.
“The snowman should have a longer nose,” Roswiser asserted.
Leon raised an eyebrow, “I think it should have a small nose.”
“Long nose.”
“Small nose.”
“Long nose!”
“OKOK, long nose.” Leon wasn’t about to argue with a pregnant woman.
He looked around, “But it seems you haven’t found anything that could serve as a long nose, huh?”
“Hmph, no need to find; I brought something with me before I came here.”
Roswiser said, “I was just about to take it out when you walked over.”
Leon blinked, thinking Roswiser was hinting that he hadn’t been serious while teaching Noia and was just here to laze around. He quickly explained, “Noia was practicing well over there; I just came to check on you two.”
Roswiser shrugged, “That’s not what I meant. I’m saying, your timing is perfect.”
“Perfect? What do you mean?”
The queen chuckled and then lowered her head, pulling out a—
Carrot.
In the icy world, this orange stick of mischief was boldly revealed before Leon’s eyes.
He instinctively took a step back, “Is this what you call a suitable nose?”
“Uh-huh.”
Roswiser smiled smugly, turning around to stick the carrot beneath the snowman’s eyes.
Not gonna lie, it really was quite fitting.
“Great, perfect!” Roswiser was very pleased.
“Pfft.” Leon made a quiet noise of discontent.
Roswiser turned to look at him, “What? Not satisfied? If you’re not, I have a backup carrot.”
“What is it?”
Just as the words left his mouth, Roswiser pulled out an eggplant from her inner pocket.
Leon: “… I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Yay~ The snowman is all done~”
Moon wiggled her little tail excitedly, her little tuft of hair bouncing back and forth.
Leon set her down so she could admire her snowy friend.
The couple took the opportunity to step aside and whisper.
Leon lowered his gaze to Roswiser’s rounded belly, “What if you slip out here in the freezing cold?”
“Dragons hardly ever slip.”
Roswiser wiggled her tail behind her. “Besides representing status and age, it helps us maintain balance effectively.”
Leon squinted at her long silver tail, thought for a moment, and nodded, “Yeah, it sure has its functions.”
“Geez—idiot.”
Roswiser instantly caught on, muttering as she lowered her tail.
Leon chuckled lightly, crossing his arms, and asked, “Didn’t Anna or the others notice you sneaking out?”
With a visible baby bump, even if Roswiser didn’t mention it, Anna would probably notice she was pregnant.
And since it was winter, as Leon said, in such icy weather, it was easy to slip, so Anna and the others had been closely watching their queen, allowing her no excursions outside.
As for going outdoors? Ha, not a chance.
“Restricting the queen’s freedom” sounds like a severely rebellious act, and it could very well cost someone their head.
But Roswiser was no tyrant.
Her dutiful maids genuinely cared for her health, which was why they wouldn’t let her roam around. If she scolded them for that, it would be quite hurtful to their feelings, right?
So since last week, Roswiser had been playing a game of wits with her maid group.
The queen usually maintained a cool demeanor, but she was quite rebellious; whenever her maids let their guard down just a bit, she would slip away in a flash—too fast to catch!
And as the queen’s husband, Leon was naturally an “accomplice.”
Of course, he had been roped into this “crime” unwillingly.
Roswiser had threatened him, saying if he dared to report her to Anna, she’d make him go back to submitting daily homework.
Leon gritted his teeth and bore it for the hard-earned magic power.
After all, as her husband, he understood Roswiser’s condition better than Anna did.
She really didn’t need to stay cooped up indoors every day; it was perfectly fine for her to step out for a bit.
Unfortunately, Anna, the head maid, was utterly devoted to the queen, leaving no room for carelessness.
“No, I slipped out through the side door; they didn’t see me.”
After a pause, Roswiser added, “Even if they did, so what? I’m the queen! I don’t believe that my head maid would dare drag me back with a whole entourage.”
Leon opened his mouth, ready to say something, but he glanced over Roswiser’s shoulder as if he saw something.
Yet he didn’t show it but continued, “Sounds like you’re not afraid of your head maid at all.”
“Why should I be afraid? Even if she did catch me, I’d still find a way to sneak out!”
“Oooh, really eager to explore the outside world, huh?”
“Come on, I’m only four months pregnant, not about to give birth!”
Of course, no one knows their body better than themselves, and Roswiser wasn’t wrong.
However, the diligent maids felt it crucial to eliminate any potential hazards around the queen.
Seeing Roswiser’s confident demeanor, Leon slowly clapped.
“Not surprised it’s the Silver Dragon Queen. So now that you’ve managed to sneak out without being discovered, what else do you plan to do?”
Roswiser thought for a moment, “Hmm… teach Moon some fire magic, or maybe make another snowman? A snowball fight could be fun too.”
“If Anna finds out you’re planning to have this much fun, she’ll definitely drag you back immediately,” Leon warned.
Roswiser shrugged indifferently, “She’s not here, so I—”
“Your Majesty.” A familiar voice suddenly echoed from behind.
“… ” Roswiser’s hair stood on end.
“Fire magic, making a snowman, snowball fights… look at these three things; which one is something a pregnant woman can do?” Anna’s tone dripped with exasperation.
At that moment, Roswiser stood facing Leon, her back to Anna.
She glared at that insufferable dragon slayer, grinding her teeth, “You dare to spill my plans!”
“I was just asking, not reporting you; it’s none of my business,” Leon quickly distanced himself.
“You!…”
“Your Majesty, please listen; let’s go back. If you slip and fall, it would be my failure.” Anna urged.
She had served the queen for decades and knew that Roswiser responded better to softness than harshness, so assertiveness wasn’t the best approach.
Roswiser shot another fierce glare at Leon. From the emotions bubbling in her dual dragon eyes, if Anna and Moon weren’t there, she’d probably pin Leon down in the snow right then and there.
Leon truly looked innocent.
Come on, I didn’t report you!
“Casmod, good job! If you’re brave, don’t dare come to bed tonight!”
