Else slowly opened her eyes. The fingers that had been stroking his straight nose bridge pressed against his handsome upper lip.
It was the same not only for the Silk Road but also for the surrounding areas such as Idun, where his wife's family lived. Because of her sickness, Else was not able to receive the education she deserved. There was no way such a girl would visit the Royal Road. He asked even though he knew that.
Because he wondered what Else thought about living in the palace. Yes. Someday, Else would live in the palace, in his bedroom. Just like now, making him happy and delighting him...
“Ivana too?”
Ivana was the nickname given to Liena by Else. They disguised themselves as slaves to avoid being tracked down and became slaves under the care of Sir Oscar's squire, and came to the remote Lugdun far from the territory of the Marquis of Aperato. Then, they were sold to Viscount Roate by the squire for less than a donkey, and 13 years passed. Else gave them the names Ian and Ivana, who were named Black Dog and Gray Rat respectively. If it weren't for Else, they would have been Black Dog and Gray Rat for 13 years.
Ivana was the nickname given to Liena by Else. They disguised themselves as slaves to avoid being tracked down and became slaves under the care of Sir Oscar's squire, and came to the remote Lugdun far from the territory of the Marquis of Aperato. Then, they were sold to Viscount Roate by the squire for less than a donkey, and 13 years passed. Else gave them the names Ian and Ivana, who were named Black Dog and Gray Rat respectively. If it weren't for Else, they would have been Black Dog and Gray Rat for 13 years.
What would it have been like if Liena, who had a hard time enduring the humiliation even for a short moment, had really lived like a beast, a slave without a name?
He looked down at the woman who made his veins turn red just by looking at Else. He met her green eyes that were shaking anxiously.
"Yes."
He answered briefly. Else's face was as clean as if she had just wiped it. Sybil, who had been feeling her numb and dry face, lowered his lips.
“Have you ever visited the royal capital?”
Even nobles who ruled over territories far from the center had a thin line to the center. If they had distant relatives or relatives who were nobles in the center, whether they were low or high, they would often visit the capital together when their daughters were about to make their debutantes. However, Viscount Roate did not take his daughters out of the territory even when they were of age.
He looked down at the woman who made his veins turn red just by looking at Else. He met her green eyes that were shaking anxiously.
"Yes."
He answered briefly. Else's face was as clean as if she had just wiped it. Sybil, who had been feeling her numb and dry face, lowered his lips.
“Have you ever visited the royal capital?”
Even nobles who ruled over territories far from the center had a thin line to the center. If they had distant relatives or relatives who were nobles in the center, whether they were low or high, they would often visit the capital together when their daughters were about to make their debutantes. However, Viscount Roate did not take his daughters out of the territory even when they were of age.
It was the same not only for the Silk Road but also for the surrounding areas such as Idun, where his wife's family lived. Because of her sickness, Else was not able to receive the education she deserved. There was no way such a girl would visit the Royal Road. He asked even though he knew that.
Because he wondered what Else thought about living in the palace. Yes. Someday, Else would live in the palace, in his bedroom. Just like now, making him happy and delighting him...
Else shook her head.
“Do you know anyone in the royal capital?”
It was the same. Since Sybil had never seen a noble named Roate in the palace, he guessed that there were no nobles with the surname Roate living in the palace. If there were, it would be a collateral line. Or some of her maternal relatives. However, Else would live in the palace someday. It was late, but it would be good to start getting her interested now. About the life of the palace and the city far away outside Lugdun. Various things in the royal capital would catch Else’s eye. The palace was where only the best of the exotic and splendid things from the continent came.
“Don’t you want to live in the royal capital?”
Else looked at him blankly. Instead of shaking her head, she just stared blankly at him. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. What was in that little head of hers... Sometimes, Sybil couldn't figure out Else. He thought she knew everything, but when moments like this came... Else was as cold and chilling as a piece of iron that had sunk to the bottom of the water.
“Else.”
“How much gold do you need to live comfortably in the royal capital?”
It was a sudden question. Sybil didn't respond.
“I can give it to you.”
“...”
“Actually, I was going to give it to you. I was saving it up...”
The green eyes shook anxiously, but soon regained their composure. Else looked at him as if examining him, then opened her closed lips.
“Have you seen my treasure chest? I’m going to give the best of it to you and Ivana.”
Else cautiously continued her story, looking at the man’s face, which had a hardened look on it. However, there was no response from him. In the silence, uneven breathing rang in her ears. Feeling anxious, Else moved her lips once again.
“Oh, the emerald necklace and ruby earrings. Ivana would like that too.”
“...”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Else flinched at the low brow and hunched her shoulders. Her angular eyes were creepy. Else’s mouth hung open with a sinister expression. Ian couldn’t understand why she was angry.
“What I mean is... I can give it to you. So later... after I get married, I can give you Ivana and...”
“If you don’t shut up, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Else was completely frozen. Sibyl looked down at her as if he was about to cry. He couldn't even laugh. There was no room to sneer. It was ridiculous to hear what she was talking about. It was funny to see a woman talking about marriage while being so messy.
"Why..."
The frozen Else was flustered and groaned. He wanted to chew and trample on her without leaving a trace. He twisted her pink flesh. Else let out a small moan and looked at him in surprise. How can I kill this stupid girl? The thing that had been squeezing between her thighs was forced inside her. Else gasped at the sudden action and grabbed him.
He moved his waist violently and grabbed her neck.
“How long do I have to play along to your rhythm?”
Else trembled and burst into tears. If he had applied just half the force here, Elsie would have coughed and spit out a small cough. He wanted to crush her but Else was so sweet that it made him shiver. Sybil dropped the hand that was holding her neck and slapped the area between her clenched thighs.
“Ouch! It hurts! Ugh, ugh...”
He strode in and out roughly as if he was going to tear Else apart. He slapped the buttocks of the woman who was crying in pain, then grabbed her hair without mercy. This dirty woman... A woman who could not be satisfied without him, talking about marriage with her own mouth. And then she would abandon him. It was funny. The King is toyed with by a low-class noblewoman and then abandoned.
“It hurts, it hurts...”
Unlike the sticky bottom, Else's eyes were wet with water. Sibyl hugged her tightly and moved like an animal. The things he was shedding soaked Else.
He roughly tangled his tongue and rubbed her lips. His blood ran cold at the thought of the girl he had made into a woman wearing a pure white dress and a veil. He wanted to tear Else apart just like that, thinking of another man entering and distending this small and concave space he had tamed.
She was his and he could have her exclusively. If she wasn't his, it would be better to tear her apart and leave her in the world without a trace. He spat out the lips he had bitten. Else was a mess. He pressed his hand against her neck and moved it quickly. Else trembled and shuddered. The space between her legs where he had been was a mess. It was a provocative sight. If she wasn't pregnant, a strangely large amount of things had flowed into her.
“Say that again.”
“Ugh, uh...”
“Who do you want to stick together with?”
“Ugh...”
He took his hand off her and grabbed her hair.
“Do you know anyone in the royal capital?”
It was the same. Since Sybil had never seen a noble named Roate in the palace, he guessed that there were no nobles with the surname Roate living in the palace. If there were, it would be a collateral line. Or some of her maternal relatives. However, Else would live in the palace someday. It was late, but it would be good to start getting her interested now. About the life of the palace and the city far away outside Lugdun. Various things in the royal capital would catch Else’s eye. The palace was where only the best of the exotic and splendid things from the continent came.
“Don’t you want to live in the royal capital?”
Else looked at him blankly. Instead of shaking her head, she just stared blankly at him. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. What was in that little head of hers... Sometimes, Sybil couldn't figure out Else. He thought she knew everything, but when moments like this came... Else was as cold and chilling as a piece of iron that had sunk to the bottom of the water.
“Else.”
“How much gold do you need to live comfortably in the royal capital?”
It was a sudden question. Sybil didn't respond.
“I can give it to you.”
“...”
“Actually, I was going to give it to you. I was saving it up...”
The green eyes shook anxiously, but soon regained their composure. Else looked at him as if examining him, then opened her closed lips.
“Have you seen my treasure chest? I’m going to give the best of it to you and Ivana.”
Else cautiously continued her story, looking at the man’s face, which had a hardened look on it. However, there was no response from him. In the silence, uneven breathing rang in her ears. Feeling anxious, Else moved her lips once again.
“Oh, the emerald necklace and ruby earrings. Ivana would like that too.”
“...”
“I saw something you wanted to have.”
Else flinched at the low brow and hunched her shoulders. Her angular eyes were creepy. Else’s mouth hung open with a sinister expression. Ian couldn’t understand why she was angry.
“What I mean is... I can give it to you. So later... after I get married, I can give you Ivana and...”
“If you don’t shut up, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Else was completely frozen. Sibyl looked down at her as if he was about to cry. He couldn't even laugh. There was no room to sneer. It was ridiculous to hear what she was talking about. It was funny to see a woman talking about marriage while being so messy.
"Why..."
The frozen Else was flustered and groaned. He wanted to chew and trample on her without leaving a trace. He twisted her pink flesh. Else let out a small moan and looked at him in surprise. How can I kill this stupid girl? The thing that had been squeezing between her thighs was forced inside her. Else gasped at the sudden action and grabbed him.
He moved his waist violently and grabbed her neck.
“How long do I have to play along to your rhythm?”
Else trembled and burst into tears. If he had applied just half the force here, Elsie would have coughed and spit out a small cough. He wanted to crush her but Else was so sweet that it made him shiver. Sybil dropped the hand that was holding her neck and slapped the area between her clenched thighs.
“Ouch! It hurts! Ugh, ugh...”
He strode in and out roughly as if he was going to tear Else apart. He slapped the buttocks of the woman who was crying in pain, then grabbed her hair without mercy. This dirty woman... A woman who could not be satisfied without him, talking about marriage with her own mouth. And then she would abandon him. It was funny. The King is toyed with by a low-class noblewoman and then abandoned.
“It hurts, it hurts...”
Unlike the sticky bottom, Else's eyes were wet with water. Sibyl hugged her tightly and moved like an animal. The things he was shedding soaked Else.
He roughly tangled his tongue and rubbed her lips. His blood ran cold at the thought of the girl he had made into a woman wearing a pure white dress and a veil. He wanted to tear Else apart just like that, thinking of another man entering and distending this small and concave space he had tamed.
She was his and he could have her exclusively. If she wasn't his, it would be better to tear her apart and leave her in the world without a trace. He spat out the lips he had bitten. Else was a mess. He pressed his hand against her neck and moved it quickly. Else trembled and shuddered. The space between her legs where he had been was a mess. It was a provocative sight. If she wasn't pregnant, a strangely large amount of things had flowed into her.
“Say that again.”
“Ugh, uh...”
“Who do you want to stick together with?”
“Ugh...”
He took his hand off her and grabbed her hair.
"Open your eyes."
He whispered. Else looked at Ian, shivering.
“It’s scary, it’s scary...”
“Answer me. Who can enter you? Who can you cling to?”
Sibyl cut off Else’s appeal and asked softly. Else gasped and coughed. Sibyl narrowed his eyebrows. Else twisted her shoulders and turned over. It seemed as if she was crawling away from him. Sibyl grabbed her hair and pulled it out. Else, whose hair was grabbed, trembled in surprise. It felt dirty. He didn’t know that looking into Else’s eyes, which were filled with fear, would be so unpleasant.
“I don’t like it, I don’t like it...”
Else cried like a child and wet her pants. Sybil released her hold on Else’s hair and picked her up. She cupped Else’s cheek as he shook her head in fits of sobs and made a shushing sound.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, Elsie.”
“No. No...”
“It’s okay. It’s okay, Else.”
He wiped her wet eyes and kissed her cheek. He placed her urine-soaked butt on his thigh and comforted her.
“I’m sorry, Elsie. It’s okay now.”
The shivering woman whined and whined. He stroked the hair he had grabbed and kissed her forehead. He kissed her along the straight line leading to her nose and hugged her tightly. She crouched down and grabbed his shirt, writhing like an old woman on her deathbed.
He bit his lips as he held her, her crying gradually subsiding. Else, who had been groaning, dropped her hands as if she had lost consciousness. It felt like she had been torn apart until it was a complete mess.
He was a beautiful boy with long, dark eyebrows and blue-green eyes mixed with gray. He had disheveled black hair and a green poncho. His old boots and the rag-like green poncho were soaked with rainwater and he looked very cold. He was a stocky man, but his features were thin and his lips were pale and bloodless. The girl who came with him also had an indifferent face, wearing an old barley-colored poncho over her head. Both of them had expressionless faces, as if they had been wiped clean. They looked around the castle with blank eyes.
Else was looking down from the stairs to the first floor where the boy was, holding a rabbit doll with one ear flopping in her arms. It was early summer, with the green of early summer covering the Tridene River. The rain that had been falling since dawn had caused the temperature to plummet. Since the kingdom was located in the northern part of the continent, the heat that warmed the morning did not last even half a day. When dusk fell, the spirits dropped to the point of chilling.
Else's gaze fell on the boy's blue lips. Underneath his disheveled black hair, everything about him was dry and pale. Eyelashes that hung from the rain, a straight nose, closed lips. Else looked down at him, overwhelmed by the strangeness of his features, sharply drawn by the concave curves. The boy, whom her father's servant had bought for the price of a donkey, was led by the butler's hand and brought before her father.
The father, who had been indifferent and indifferent to everything since Else was born, looked away from the window where raindrops were dripping down and looked at the boy. The boy, who had entered in his undressed state, did not kneel or cast his gaze down on the floor. His gaze toward the lord in his undressed state was arrogant.
“It’s scary, it’s scary...”
“Answer me. Who can enter you? Who can you cling to?”
Sibyl cut off Else’s appeal and asked softly. Else gasped and coughed. Sibyl narrowed his eyebrows. Else twisted her shoulders and turned over. It seemed as if she was crawling away from him. Sibyl grabbed her hair and pulled it out. Else, whose hair was grabbed, trembled in surprise. It felt dirty. He didn’t know that looking into Else’s eyes, which were filled with fear, would be so unpleasant.
“I don’t like it, I don’t like it...”
Else cried like a child and wet her pants. Sybil released her hold on Else’s hair and picked her up. She cupped Else’s cheek as he shook her head in fits of sobs and made a shushing sound.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, Elsie.”
“No. No...”
“It’s okay. It’s okay, Else.”
He wiped her wet eyes and kissed her cheek. He placed her urine-soaked butt on his thigh and comforted her.
“I’m sorry, Elsie. It’s okay now.”
The shivering woman whined and whined. He stroked the hair he had grabbed and kissed her forehead. He kissed her along the straight line leading to her nose and hugged her tightly. She crouched down and grabbed his shirt, writhing like an old woman on her deathbed.
He bit his lips as he held her, her crying gradually subsiding. Else, who had been groaning, dropped her hands as if she had lost consciousness. It felt like she had been torn apart until it was a complete mess.
***
He was a beautiful boy with long, dark eyebrows and blue-green eyes mixed with gray. He had disheveled black hair and a green poncho. His old boots and the rag-like green poncho were soaked with rainwater and he looked very cold. He was a stocky man, but his features were thin and his lips were pale and bloodless. The girl who came with him also had an indifferent face, wearing an old barley-colored poncho over her head. Both of them had expressionless faces, as if they had been wiped clean. They looked around the castle with blank eyes.
Else was looking down from the stairs to the first floor where the boy was, holding a rabbit doll with one ear flopping in her arms. It was early summer, with the green of early summer covering the Tridene River. The rain that had been falling since dawn had caused the temperature to plummet. Since the kingdom was located in the northern part of the continent, the heat that warmed the morning did not last even half a day. When dusk fell, the spirits dropped to the point of chilling.
Else's gaze fell on the boy's blue lips. Underneath his disheveled black hair, everything about him was dry and pale. Eyelashes that hung from the rain, a straight nose, closed lips. Else looked down at him, overwhelmed by the strangeness of his features, sharply drawn by the concave curves. The boy, whom her father's servant had bought for the price of a donkey, was led by the butler's hand and brought before her father.
The father, who had been indifferent and indifferent to everything since Else was born, looked away from the window where raindrops were dripping down and looked at the boy. The boy, who had entered in his undressed state, did not kneel or cast his gaze down on the floor. His gaze toward the lord in his undressed state was arrogant.
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