Reborn as the Failed Lord with my Resource Gathering System.-Chapter 216: How to make a submissive king.

His question hung in the air, searching her eyes as he waited for a response.

For a long moment, she looked away, unable to maintain eye contact.

The weight of her own insecurities pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Eventually, she steeled herself.

Looking back into his grey eyes, her cheeks flushed and her heart beating a frantic rhythm against her ribs, she asked the question that had been haunting her.

"My Lord... am I useful to you?"

Dorian paused, finding her question genuinely surprising.

With his brows raised slightly and a small, incredulous chuckle escaping his parted lips, he asked back,

"What do you mean, are you useful? Did anyone ever question your worth for you to be this worried about it?"

"N-no one did," Ravina quickly responded, only to avert her gaze once again, unable to bear the intensity of his confusion.

"As the wielder of the Faja Blade, it is my duty to serve the Dragon Monarch whenever the need arises. For generations, this has always been the duty of the wielder. To fail is to be incompetent."

Dorian listened as she spoke, sensing the dam was about to break. He didn’t interrupt her. After all, he had pushed her to open up.

Ravina’s voice trembled as she continued.

"When I was little, my father would always tell me the stories of the previous holders and how each of them served the Dragon Monarch. They offered him the wisdom of the past, the strategic support he needed to carry out his divine role."

Dorian’s lips parted, about to ask a question, but he silenced himself. Ravina wasn’t finished.

"That... was not the same when you arrived. I have done nothing to earn your respect or acknowledgment as your wielder. Even when I thought I did, I just ended up making things worse. I can’t be your most reliant right hand—you already have Seraphina for that. I can’t be your strongest warrior—you already have Maria. And I can’t be your smartest ally, because that title belongs to your third wife, Ishtar."

She paused, gasping slightly as if trying to catch her breath, the emotional toll physically draining her.

"What use am I to you? If I cannot do a single thing worth mentioning? I... I am incompetent."

Dorian was truly shocked. For the first time, he saw Ravina—the iron-willed King who had faced down armies and political schemes—speak in such a demeaning manner about herself.

"Who says you need to serve me to have value? I never ask—"

"It is my duty!" Ravina interrupted, her voice rising in desperation. "It is what I have prepared for all my life. It is why I continued to hone my skills as a wielder. If I cannot serve you, then my life up until this point has no meaning whatsoever. I have failed you... and I have failed my father."

Dorian was speechless.

Looking at Ravina closer, it wasn’t hard to see the tears swelling at the corners of her eyes again.

In that moment, Dorian could only stare at her, his mind racing for the right words. She was in a dangerously vulnerable state.

If he said the wrong thing—if he dismissed her feelings as trivial—he would shatter her completely.

’Why would she tie her entire worth to something so transactional?’ he wondered.

Touch.

Dorian felt Ravina grab his hand.

The look in her eyes shifted. The sadness didn’t leave, but it was joined by something else. Something raw. Desperation.

Slowly, she moved his hand toward her chest, pressing his palm against the frantic beating of her heart, locking her gaze with his.

"And now... the single role I had thought remained for me... the role to bear your child and give you the Child of Becoming... has been taken. By her. By Maria."

She swallowed hard, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"So I ask, My Lord... what worth do I have left to you?"

"What you do for me should not determine your worth, Ravina. I don’t see you losing value in my eyes, regardless of what you do or didn’t do."

That was Dorian’s honest response.

But Ravina understood it differently. To her, it sounded like him being kind. Being gentle with a useless tool.

Thus, she smiled. It was a desperate smile, radiating a heartbreaking beauty.

"My Lord, may I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure."

"Make love to me."

Her request hit him like a physical blow. It seemed as though every word leaving her mouth tonight was designed to throw him for a loop.

"What?"

"If I cannot do anything else for you, then please... allow me to do this much," she pleaded, pressing his hand harder against her chest.

"The chances of the Child of Becoming being born are higher if it comes from a wielder of the Faja. Just in case Maria doesn’t conceive... then there is a higher chance that I can be the one to give you that child."

"..."

[Notice: The target is desperate. Any sudden negative action could trigger an unexpected psychological response. Proceed with caution.]

Dorian glanced at the System notification for a split second before snapping his eyes back to her.

"Why is the Child of Becoming so important? I understand this child is supposed to be strong enough to kill Gods. But if I am the Dragon Monarch, wouldn’t I be capable of handling that task myself?"

To which Ravina gave an immediate, practiced reply.

"The first Dragon Monarch died because he carried the burden alone. With a partner—an extension of his will—he would not have to worry about betrayal. The Child of Becoming is that extension. A weapon and a shield, born to protect and assist the Monarch throughout his conquest."

Dorian sighed out loud, running a hand through his hair.

"Honestly, I feel like every woman in my life wants me dead or used for breeding stock," he blurted out.

"I-is that a no?" Ravina grabbed his hand even tighter, no longer intending to hide her desperation.

Dorian stared at her for a few seconds more.

To be fair, he had already made up his mind to marry her a while back. The rest of his wives had agreed; it was a foregone conclusion. He had only hesitated because he wasn’t sure if rushing it was right for her.

But now, looking at the trembling woman before him, he realized that waiting was hurting her more.

Reaching out, he tilted her chin upward, forcing her to look him dead in the eye.

"Go on. Say it to my face. What do you truly want?"

Ravina’s face turned beet red immediately as she understood what Dorian was doing.

He was teasing her. Testing her resolve.

Does that mean he accepted?

Her expression softened, taking her time before she uttered silently, her voice barely audible over the thumping of her heart.

"I... I want you to have sex with me, My Lord."

Even before she could complete the sentence, she was sweating, terrified of rejection. But simultaneously, her body betrayed her. She rubbed her thighs together, a distinct, electric tingle erupting in her lower belly.

If he says yes... what then?

He would touch her. He would see every inch of her body, just as she would see his.

Her eyes darted downward involuntarily. The stories of the Dragon Monarch’s virility were legendary. The thought of that monstrous part of him claiming her sent a jolt of liquid heat straight to her core.

Then came Dorian’s response.

"If we do this, do you agree to get married?"

Ravina snapped her gaze up from his crotch straight to his face.

"Marriage?" she squeaked, stunned.

"Is it that surprising? If you want to have my child, I would rather you do so as my wife rather than a random lady I slept with to pass the time."

Ravina folded in on herself like a ball, her hands clutching her chest as she spoke in a shy, reverent whisper.

"If the Dragon Monarch views me worthy to be his wife... then I accept. Wholeheartedly."

Dorian smiled at her, a genuine warmth in his eyes.

"I appreciate the gesture, but you are a King, Ravina. You should have more confidence in yourself."

"I am nothing where you stand, My Lord. Neither would I dream of being anything above you."

Dorian stared at her. Nothing he said would get through to her when she was in this mindset. He knew that all too well; logic didn’t work on deep-seated trauma.

Refusing to engage in the debate any further, Dorian decided to make the first move.

He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him. Then, in the blink of an eye, he kissed her.

Ravina’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden action. Her toes curled, and her fingers snatched at the bedsheets instantly.

She wasn’t dreaming. Dorian was actually kissing her.

Just when she thought she could handle it, the kiss deepened. She felt her head getting lighter and lighter each time Dorian released her soft lips only to press back against them with renewed hunger.

Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her dress, and the ache between her legs intensified into a demanding throb.

Perhaps it was the instinct of a woman, or perhaps it was the magic of the Monarch.

But she knew immediately what she needed to do to cure her urges.

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[A/N]

And then, they fucked. aha, this time, i intend to write the entire sex scene from start to finish.

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