“I know you took him.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“He was here earlier! Do you not know that you were the one who took Ian?”
“I have never been to your bedroom, Miss. You don’t like me coming here.”
“Lies! Lies!”
“If you believe that, then there’s nothing I can do.”
“I know you can do anything I hate...!”
Else, who had wrapped a piece of blanket around her, rushed to Liena. The blanket that had been draped over her shoulders fell down, revealing her naked body covered in scars. Liena flinched in surprise at the erotic sight. Her gaze fell on the bite marks on her round chest.
Else grabbed Liena's hair without even knowing it. Her small hands pulled her head down with all their might. Liena was about 10cm taller than Else. Despite her size and strength, there was only one reason why she couldn't resist.
“Ahhhh!”
Her teeth were chattering. She was the daughter of a prestigious nobleman in the capital city and grew up like a sibling to the King. If the King had not been robbed of anything, she would have been a young treasurer by now or would have followed in her father's footsteps and become a Count. She would have lived a brilliant life. She was capable and smart enough to fill all those positions.
If that was the case, she wouldn't have had to suffer from the jealousy of this girl. Even though they were both nobles, the difference in their status was so great that she couldn't even look up to them. That was how it was with her original status. If it was what she had originally had, the woman who was hurting her now would have been nothing. She wouldn't have been able to compare. But...
The grip of the hair and the shaking became more intense. It wasn’t that hard to shake it off. Liena had to endure it. But today, everything about Else was particularly repulsive. Not just the hand grabbing her hair, but also her breath that was escaping with a hiss. Her face is full of anxiety. Her nervous eyes... Everything was repulsive.
Liena grabbed the hand that had grabbed her hair and threw her violently. Else fell down without even being able to scream. The maids who had come running in surprise at Liena’s scream were unable to approach Else who had fallen down on the floor and was just looking around.
Liena, who had shouted loudly for the maids to hear, staggered around pretending to be dizzy, and fell to the floor. As she tilted her head without lifting her messy hair, the maid who had been watching her approached and asked, "Are you okay?"
Else's venomous temperament was so bad that even the stable keeper's young son knew about it. Because of her temperamental and nervous personality, few employees worked for her regularly, and few understood her plight.
“You, you...”
The sight of the quilt hem flowing down was ugly. She must have rushed after seeing hr stray hair. Even without a hairdo, how could she be like that? If she wasn’t a stray child, how could she be like that?
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“He was here earlier! Do you not know that you were the one who took Ian?”
“I have never been to your bedroom, Miss. You don’t like me coming here.”
“Lies! Lies!”
“If you believe that, then there’s nothing I can do.”
“I know you can do anything I hate...!”
Else, who had wrapped a piece of blanket around her, rushed to Liena. The blanket that had been draped over her shoulders fell down, revealing her naked body covered in scars. Liena flinched in surprise at the erotic sight. Her gaze fell on the bite marks on her round chest.
Else grabbed Liena's hair without even knowing it. Her small hands pulled her head down with all their might. Liena was about 10cm taller than Else. Despite her size and strength, there was only one reason why she couldn't resist.
“Ahhhh!”
Her teeth were chattering. She was the daughter of a prestigious nobleman in the capital city and grew up like a sibling to the King. If the King had not been robbed of anything, she would have been a young treasurer by now or would have followed in her father's footsteps and become a Count. She would have lived a brilliant life. She was capable and smart enough to fill all those positions.
If that was the case, she wouldn't have had to suffer from the jealousy of this girl. Even though they were both nobles, the difference in their status was so great that she couldn't even look up to them. That was how it was with her original status. If it was what she had originally had, the woman who was hurting her now would have been nothing. She wouldn't have been able to compare. But...
The grip of the hair and the shaking became more intense. It wasn’t that hard to shake it off. Liena had to endure it. But today, everything about Else was particularly repulsive. Not just the hand grabbing her hair, but also her breath that was escaping with a hiss. Her face is full of anxiety. Her nervous eyes... Everything was repulsive.
Liena grabbed the hand that had grabbed her hair and threw her violently. Else fell down without even being able to scream. The maids who had come running in surprise at Liena’s scream were unable to approach Else who had fallen down on the floor and was just looking around.
Liena, who had shouted loudly for the maids to hear, staggered around pretending to be dizzy, and fell to the floor. As she tilted her head without lifting her messy hair, the maid who had been watching her approached and asked, "Are you okay?"
Else's venomous temperament was so bad that even the stable keeper's young son knew about it. Because of her temperamental and nervous personality, few employees worked for her regularly, and few understood her plight.
“You, you...”
The sight of the quilt hem flowing down was ugly. She must have rushed after seeing hr stray hair. Even without a hairdo, how could she be like that? If she wasn’t a stray child, how could she be like that?
Liena found her funny. It was when she pretended to tremble, holding back laughter from the exhaustion. It was a low footstep. Even while everyone was moving around, Liena caught the faint presence and turned her head. It was the King.
“Phew... Ian.”
She asked again, repeating the honorific that had flowed out like a habit. Instead of the honorific that was buried under her tongue, she muttered a name that she didn’t even want to put on the tip of her tongue. But the King didn’t look back. A long hand grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around Else's round shoulder. A large hand touched her plump chest with bulging nipples, and soon the blanket was rolled up.
Liena looked at them with a stiff face. Even though the man she was looking for was right in front of her, Else's face was stiff. No. It was a frightened expression. When did it start? The girl always had that kind of expression in front of the King.
Even though she threw a tantrum and got everything from the King, she still had a sad and resentful expression on her face, even though nothing went her way and there was no one to stop her. Whenever she saw that expression, Liena wanted to grab that half-asleep face and rip it off.
She was so comfortable that she would lie down on her back, invite the King to bed, and act like a fool, but no one would say anything. She looked so pale that it seemed like she was going to break. What made her unbearable was that shr would call the Kinga "male prostitute." What could a daughter of a lord from a remote country do? What could I possibly do? How dare she do this to my king...
While her teeth were gnashing, the King held her in his arms. The woman who had been squirming curled up like a baby bird in the King’s wide arms. Liena's blood rushed to her head. If the King had been cold to her, it wouldn’t have been this unpleasant.
If the King really only played the role of a 'servant'. He was a man who would do anything to survive. Even if he disguised himself as a slave, his dignity would not change. So Liena could endure it. Even if the King climbed into her bed and shook his waist like a male prostitute if he could only exist as a King forever...
But looking at his current behavior, the King really looked like a male prostitute. He seemed to have forgotten his original status and was now a slave under the command of a lord in this remote country, forgetting his past and his duties.
"Get out."
Liena staggered to her feet. The maids also got up and started walking. Liena stared blankly at him. She saw the face of a woman sitting on the bed, unable to raise her gaze. Liena turned around. Yes. The King had not forgotten anything. He had planned and prepared everything that had happened because he had not forgotten anything. So that girl was nothing.
It was just one of the trials they encountered while drifting. A woman she could deal with whenever they returned to the capital. Yes. That was it. As soon as they regained the castle, Liena planned to deal with the trash who had mocked the King as a male prostitute. Whether they were nobles or servants, whether they had said it once or countless times, she planned to cut off all of them and hang them at the gate along with Philippon’s head. The face that had been distorted fiercely straightened. Liena left the bedroom with light steps.
“Is it your hobby to get naked and cause a ruckus?”
The gaze that was fixed vertically was devoid of warmth. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the hand that was wrapping around her shoulder. She felt a chill. Else bit her lips and replied.
“I woke up and you weren’t there...”
“If word gets around that a man is coming into the bedroom of a young lady who is about to get married, it will only damage your reputation.”
Else raised her head. It was an indifferent mumbling. The face of the man who spoke of Else’s marriage was extremely indifferent. He had a calm expression regardless of whether she got married or did something else. But, considering his life, Else was a woman who should disappear. She had raped him for the past two years and abused him for over a dozen years. Even she would feel terrible about him. Still...
“That, that’s none of your business.”
It was heartbreaking to see such an indifferent face. Looking at such a calm face, she felt an indescribable feeling. However, he looked at ease even though rumors were going around the castle that Else was marrying another man. If the situation had changed, Else would have gone crazy. If she thought that the man in front of her was marrying another woman, starting a family, and having children, she would hang herself in front of him. She lowered her gaze and turned diagonally. She wiggled her hands which were neatly folded.
“...Where did you go?”
It was Else who broke the silence first. It was always Else who broke the silence and spoke. Else lowered her head and opened her lips, afraid of facing the man she loved.
“I went to help Caesar with his work.”
Cesar was the castle's beautician. He was a new employee and she heard he was being taught various things by the servants in the castle. When Else heard that he was with Cesar, she quickly lowered her gaze and looked at his hands. There were grains of dirt on his fingertips, so he must have been lying.
“Why do you work as a beautician?”
Else asked irritably. She tried not to get irritated, but she kept getting irritated. She hated the man who left Else's side for something like that, and even though she made up her mind not to get irritated at him, she hated herself so much that she wanted to hit herself for getting irritated.
“There was an order from Petion.”
Petion was the butler of the castle. Else bit her lip and then snapped in a husky voice.
“I don’t like it. Don’t do it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You don’t like being a blacksmith. Why do you do blacksmith work when you’re not a blacksmith?”
She raised her head and shouted. Else hated Ian doing rough work. She hated seeing his long, elegant fingers ruined by rough work. She knew that Ian hated being around Else. Unlike Else, Ian hated being around her even for a moment. That's why he would disappear without saying a word after spending the night.
She didn't ask him to treat her like a lover, so he didn't have to stay by her side until after the affair was over. Still, Else wanted to be in Ian's arms. She wished that when she woke up for a moment in the early morning after spending the night together, she would see his face. She wanted to look at him for a long time in the dim dawn light and then fall asleep again while listening to his even breathing.
But Ian hates Else so much. That can't happen. If a master orders her servant, he knows that she will do so until the order is revoked. But...
“As I said, there was an order from Petion.”
“Don’t do that again. Don’t listen to whatever Petion says. You’re my servant. Why listen to other people?”
Else was upset. Thinking about Ian hating her made her feel indescribably sad. She was embarrassed to cry and her pride was hurt, so she was upset. When she was upset, instead of feeling sad, only irritation remained. It was better. It was better in front of Ian.
“Phew... Ian.”
She asked again, repeating the honorific that had flowed out like a habit. Instead of the honorific that was buried under her tongue, she muttered a name that she didn’t even want to put on the tip of her tongue. But the King didn’t look back. A long hand grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around Else's round shoulder. A large hand touched her plump chest with bulging nipples, and soon the blanket was rolled up.
Liena looked at them with a stiff face. Even though the man she was looking for was right in front of her, Else's face was stiff. No. It was a frightened expression. When did it start? The girl always had that kind of expression in front of the King.
Even though she threw a tantrum and got everything from the King, she still had a sad and resentful expression on her face, even though nothing went her way and there was no one to stop her. Whenever she saw that expression, Liena wanted to grab that half-asleep face and rip it off.
She was so comfortable that she would lie down on her back, invite the King to bed, and act like a fool, but no one would say anything. She looked so pale that it seemed like she was going to break. What made her unbearable was that shr would call the Kinga "male prostitute." What could a daughter of a lord from a remote country do? What could I possibly do? How dare she do this to my king...
While her teeth were gnashing, the King held her in his arms. The woman who had been squirming curled up like a baby bird in the King’s wide arms. Liena's blood rushed to her head. If the King had been cold to her, it wouldn’t have been this unpleasant.
If the King really only played the role of a 'servant'. He was a man who would do anything to survive. Even if he disguised himself as a slave, his dignity would not change. So Liena could endure it. Even if the King climbed into her bed and shook his waist like a male prostitute if he could only exist as a King forever...
But looking at his current behavior, the King really looked like a male prostitute. He seemed to have forgotten his original status and was now a slave under the command of a lord in this remote country, forgetting his past and his duties.
"Get out."
Liena staggered to her feet. The maids also got up and started walking. Liena stared blankly at him. She saw the face of a woman sitting on the bed, unable to raise her gaze. Liena turned around. Yes. The King had not forgotten anything. He had planned and prepared everything that had happened because he had not forgotten anything. So that girl was nothing.
It was just one of the trials they encountered while drifting. A woman she could deal with whenever they returned to the capital. Yes. That was it. As soon as they regained the castle, Liena planned to deal with the trash who had mocked the King as a male prostitute. Whether they were nobles or servants, whether they had said it once or countless times, she planned to cut off all of them and hang them at the gate along with Philippon’s head. The face that had been distorted fiercely straightened. Liena left the bedroom with light steps.
***
“Is it your hobby to get naked and cause a ruckus?”
The gaze that was fixed vertically was devoid of warmth. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the hand that was wrapping around her shoulder. She felt a chill. Else bit her lips and replied.
“I woke up and you weren’t there...”
“If word gets around that a man is coming into the bedroom of a young lady who is about to get married, it will only damage your reputation.”
Else raised her head. It was an indifferent mumbling. The face of the man who spoke of Else’s marriage was extremely indifferent. He had a calm expression regardless of whether she got married or did something else. But, considering his life, Else was a woman who should disappear. She had raped him for the past two years and abused him for over a dozen years. Even she would feel terrible about him. Still...
“That, that’s none of your business.”
It was heartbreaking to see such an indifferent face. Looking at such a calm face, she felt an indescribable feeling. However, he looked at ease even though rumors were going around the castle that Else was marrying another man. If the situation had changed, Else would have gone crazy. If she thought that the man in front of her was marrying another woman, starting a family, and having children, she would hang herself in front of him. She lowered her gaze and turned diagonally. She wiggled her hands which were neatly folded.
“...Where did you go?”
It was Else who broke the silence first. It was always Else who broke the silence and spoke. Else lowered her head and opened her lips, afraid of facing the man she loved.
“I went to help Caesar with his work.”
Cesar was the castle's beautician. He was a new employee and she heard he was being taught various things by the servants in the castle. When Else heard that he was with Cesar, she quickly lowered her gaze and looked at his hands. There were grains of dirt on his fingertips, so he must have been lying.
“Why do you work as a beautician?”
Else asked irritably. She tried not to get irritated, but she kept getting irritated. She hated the man who left Else's side for something like that, and even though she made up her mind not to get irritated at him, she hated herself so much that she wanted to hit herself for getting irritated.
“There was an order from Petion.”
Petion was the butler of the castle. Else bit her lip and then snapped in a husky voice.
“I don’t like it. Don’t do it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You don’t like being a blacksmith. Why do you do blacksmith work when you’re not a blacksmith?”
She raised her head and shouted. Else hated Ian doing rough work. She hated seeing his long, elegant fingers ruined by rough work. She knew that Ian hated being around Else. Unlike Else, Ian hated being around her even for a moment. That's why he would disappear without saying a word after spending the night.
She didn't ask him to treat her like a lover, so he didn't have to stay by her side until after the affair was over. Still, Else wanted to be in Ian's arms. She wished that when she woke up for a moment in the early morning after spending the night together, she would see his face. She wanted to look at him for a long time in the dim dawn light and then fall asleep again while listening to his even breathing.
But Ian hates Else so much. That can't happen. If a master orders her servant, he knows that she will do so until the order is revoked. But...
“As I said, there was an order from Petion.”
“Don’t do that again. Don’t listen to whatever Petion says. You’re my servant. Why listen to other people?”
Else was upset. Thinking about Ian hating her made her feel indescribably sad. She was embarrassed to cry and her pride was hurt, so she was upset. When she was upset, instead of feeling sad, only irritation remained. It was better. It was better in front of Ian.
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