“...”
“Roate is already gone. Your husband. No, the man you called your husband will soon disappear into the dew of the execution ground.”
Else's eyelids fluttered. She looked at him with a face that seemed as if it would collapse. The man who had so casually damaged and destroyed her had such a calm face. He gently stroked her cheek with a very satisfied and contented face.
“Roate is...”
“They are traitors.”
“I, I....”
“You are my lover.”
“I don’t want to be in government.”
“No. I will make you my Queen.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Just for a moment. Being a concubine. You don’t mind even for a moment, do you? When our children turn three, you will be crowned Queen.”
Sibyl gently hugged Else and swallowed her pale lips. Else, her body heated up, shivered, and pushed against his chest. The unyielding force that gave her no room seemed like it would break her. He grabbed the woman's chin as she shook her head and tried to avoid the kiss, and he gently overlapped her lips and stroked her skin affectionately. The lips parted only after a few more wet noises.
“Else. Please.”
The man, who was whispering like a sigh, looked down at her earnestly. It was an eye she had never seen in Lugdun. Affectionate and earnest eyes that longed for her... Suddenly, she remembered what Jules had said. He said that the King had a fiancée. It was unknown whether he had any intention of having a state wedding, but... Else lowered her gaze. She took a deep breath and organized what she wanted to say.
“Roate is already gone. Your husband. No, the man you called your husband will soon disappear into the dew of the execution ground.”
Else's eyelids fluttered. She looked at him with a face that seemed as if it would collapse. The man who had so casually damaged and destroyed her had such a calm face. He gently stroked her cheek with a very satisfied and contented face.
“Roate is...”
“They are traitors.”
“I, I....”
“You are my lover.”
“I don’t want to be in government.”
“No. I will make you my Queen.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Just for a moment. Being a concubine. You don’t mind even for a moment, do you? When our children turn three, you will be crowned Queen.”
Sibyl gently hugged Else and swallowed her pale lips. Else, her body heated up, shivered, and pushed against his chest. The unyielding force that gave her no room seemed like it would break her. He grabbed the woman's chin as she shook her head and tried to avoid the kiss, and he gently overlapped her lips and stroked her skin affectionately. The lips parted only after a few more wet noises.
“Else. Please.”
The man, who was whispering like a sigh, looked down at her earnestly. It was an eye she had never seen in Lugdun. Affectionate and earnest eyes that longed for her... Suddenly, she remembered what Jules had said. He said that the King had a fiancée. It was unknown whether he had any intention of having a state wedding, but... Else lowered her gaze. She took a deep breath and organized what she wanted to say.
What should she say? How should she convey it? She had to be prepared first.
“I heard you have a fiancée.”
“There is no need for a fight between us.”
“But I can’t keep doing things the way I used to...”
“It’s no different than before.”
It was a dry hum. It was affectionate but firm. Else’s eyelids fluttered as she slowly raised her gaze. She held the shawl that held her daughter tightly. Sibyl kissed her lips as if to comfort her.
“Like before... no. I’ll spend more time with you than before. I’ll sleep with you in my bed and hold you, just like the countless nights I spent in your bed.”
Else thought of Lugdun. It was the castle that her grandfather had cherished so much. How insignificant it must have seemed to Sibyl. How insignificant and pitiful it must have seemed. The man who had lived as a monarch in such a luxurious palace had become a slave to his subject, a subject of the lowest rank, and had spent his days as a servant to the daughter.
She couldn't raise her head because of her shame. Else looked at him with her face flushed red. What would the nobles of Siena say about her? The daughter of a low-ranking noble who served the King as a servant... A woman who ruined her family and was the only one left alive. A woman who gave birth to the King's illegitimate child.
Else looked away from him with a stiff face. Her daughter was breathing softly like a dandelion seed. He gently pressed himself against Else’s lips as if urging her. A strange sensation engulfed her. It was like that just by touching lips. She no longer had the strength to push him away, so she stayed still. Sybil smiled faintly and gently hugged her.
Her head was spinning. The many things that had happened in less than a month were flooding back to a point where her mind was spinning. What on earth would happen to Roate? Lugdun’s castle... She thought of it as a mess. At least, it was the things she had sworn to protect with her own hands. As her father’s daughter... As a member of Roate’s family... And yet, all she had become was the King’s mistress. Else was the concubine who had given birth to the King’s illegitimate child and warmed his bed.
What if she still looks like this after three years? Else didn't want to be a Queen, but she didn't want to be a concubine either. She was the daughter of a knight, a descendant of a war hero. Even though she was born with such a weak body, the noble spirit of a knight was at the foundation of her spirit.
It may sound ridiculous, but it was true. It would have been better to be locked up in a convent and eat only black bread for the rest of her life. It was terrible to live in luxury alone now that her family had fallen for treason.
“...I don’t like it. I don’t like it.”
The man who had been holding her gently stiffened his face. She had thought of following in her father's footsteps and becoming the head of the family. Although she had become the wife of a Viscount without his permission, she had never considered the dishonor of becoming the King's mistress.
It was the same for any noble family's government. Although he said she would ascend to the throne as Queen in three years, Else could not believe it. Even though Else was ignorant of the ways of the world, she was not a fool who would risk her life and the lives of her children on a single word. Three years... It was too long for the validity period of love. It would be even shorter for the whispers of a man who had everything.
Moreover, he was a monarch. His grandfather was a man who put his mistress on the throne because he loved her. Just as his grandson whispered in front of Else. His grandfather was a man who banished his wife, who had two children, to a convent and put his mistress in her place.
At one time, she was happy and truly in love. But that was how it ended up. Although Else had never been to Siena, she was not an idiot who knew nothing, even though she had lived in such a remote place her whole life.
Just by looking at the woman who was beheaded by an axe, we can see how low a woman of low status without a supporter can be. When the King banished Sybil's paternal grandmother, Queen Anais, to a convent, but her step-grandmother, Roxelana, was beheaded with an axe.
Else did not believe that Sybil would order her to cut off her head with an axe. Nothing in the world is constant, and love is the most changeable of all. Only Else. Her own love was constant. It was natural. She had loved unfulfilled, and she was destined to wither and die, holding on to a love that could never be completed.
Even the feelings were not the same. Else did not think that Sybil would be like her. No man in the world treated the woman he loved in this way. If you love, if you love...
“I told you, there is no place you can return to.”
It would be more correct to say that he hates her. Yes. It is right to hate her. The daughter of a worthless lower-class noble. He had to live as that daughter's slave. It is right to hate and detest her. So... For that reason...
“There’s no way Millium, Millium would have done something like that.”
“Why do you keep bringing up that traitor’s story?”
"That..."
“I’ll say it again, Else. I don’t even want to hear that name from your mouth.”
The intonation was fierce, chewing on each syllable and making her brain ache. Sibyl, who had grabbed Else’s shoulder, looked at her preemptively. She could see him suppressing himself as much as possible in front of the woman who had just given birth. Else couldn’t figure out what made him so fierce.
“It is also an unbearable insult that you were his wife. You...!”
The eyes that had been cold began to sparkle strangely. The grayish blue eyes gleamed wildly as if stained. Else bit her lips, feeling it was too much to bear.
“Stop. Let’s stop. I think it would be better to rest now.”
It was when she was waiting for the cruel words to spill out of his twisted lips. He forced himself to control his expression and let go of the shoulder he had been holding. Else, who had been holding her breath, lowered her head and breathed convulsively. Sibyl got up, put his daughter on the bed, and kissed the bridge of Else’s nose. Then he got up and brushed his hair back. The forced smile disappeared as if it had been washed away.
“Roate is...”
“Take a rest.”
"Please..."
Else clasped her hands together. Sybil, who was about to leave the bedroom, turned around.
“Roate is not a traitor. There must be some misunderstanding.”
“Do you want to keep that kid alive like that?”
Else's face, which had been swaying with sadness, hardened. Sibyl looked down at her coldly. He wanted to grab the two hands that were clasped together and crush them. He thought it was a political marriage. He wanted to believe that she had followed her father because she could not refuse him. He felt like going crazy when he thought that Else, who had even borne his own seed, had spread her legs for that bum.
“That’s not it...”
“If you do that, try a method that will make it more palatable.”
Sibyl licked his lips and glanced at Else's swollen breasts. The breasts that had swollen during pregnancy were attractive against her slender waist. Else immediately turned pale and dropped her gaze. Sibyl turned away coldly. Soon, the sound of the door closing was heard. Else was alone again.
A woman sitting in a round place appeared before his eyes. He wanted to be with her tonight. As a good husband and a good father. He was already Else's husband and the father of the twins she had given birth to. But Else...
A rough hand swept away the things on the desk. Unable to calm down, he leaned on the desk and exhaled heavily. He threw away the cravat that was choking his neck and glared ahead. There was no way Else didn’t love him. It was Else who had been harassing him the whole time. But he didn’t know that such a woman would beg for Millium’s life.
“I heard you have a fiancée.”
“There is no need for a fight between us.”
“But I can’t keep doing things the way I used to...”
“It’s no different than before.”
It was a dry hum. It was affectionate but firm. Else’s eyelids fluttered as she slowly raised her gaze. She held the shawl that held her daughter tightly. Sibyl kissed her lips as if to comfort her.
“Like before... no. I’ll spend more time with you than before. I’ll sleep with you in my bed and hold you, just like the countless nights I spent in your bed.”
Else thought of Lugdun. It was the castle that her grandfather had cherished so much. How insignificant it must have seemed to Sibyl. How insignificant and pitiful it must have seemed. The man who had lived as a monarch in such a luxurious palace had become a slave to his subject, a subject of the lowest rank, and had spent his days as a servant to the daughter.
She couldn't raise her head because of her shame. Else looked at him with her face flushed red. What would the nobles of Siena say about her? The daughter of a low-ranking noble who served the King as a servant... A woman who ruined her family and was the only one left alive. A woman who gave birth to the King's illegitimate child.
Else looked away from him with a stiff face. Her daughter was breathing softly like a dandelion seed. He gently pressed himself against Else’s lips as if urging her. A strange sensation engulfed her. It was like that just by touching lips. She no longer had the strength to push him away, so she stayed still. Sybil smiled faintly and gently hugged her.
Her head was spinning. The many things that had happened in less than a month were flooding back to a point where her mind was spinning. What on earth would happen to Roate? Lugdun’s castle... She thought of it as a mess. At least, it was the things she had sworn to protect with her own hands. As her father’s daughter... As a member of Roate’s family... And yet, all she had become was the King’s mistress. Else was the concubine who had given birth to the King’s illegitimate child and warmed his bed.
What if she still looks like this after three years? Else didn't want to be a Queen, but she didn't want to be a concubine either. She was the daughter of a knight, a descendant of a war hero. Even though she was born with such a weak body, the noble spirit of a knight was at the foundation of her spirit.
It may sound ridiculous, but it was true. It would have been better to be locked up in a convent and eat only black bread for the rest of her life. It was terrible to live in luxury alone now that her family had fallen for treason.
“...I don’t like it. I don’t like it.”
The man who had been holding her gently stiffened his face. She had thought of following in her father's footsteps and becoming the head of the family. Although she had become the wife of a Viscount without his permission, she had never considered the dishonor of becoming the King's mistress.
It was the same for any noble family's government. Although he said she would ascend to the throne as Queen in three years, Else could not believe it. Even though Else was ignorant of the ways of the world, she was not a fool who would risk her life and the lives of her children on a single word. Three years... It was too long for the validity period of love. It would be even shorter for the whispers of a man who had everything.
Moreover, he was a monarch. His grandfather was a man who put his mistress on the throne because he loved her. Just as his grandson whispered in front of Else. His grandfather was a man who banished his wife, who had two children, to a convent and put his mistress in her place.
At one time, she was happy and truly in love. But that was how it ended up. Although Else had never been to Siena, she was not an idiot who knew nothing, even though she had lived in such a remote place her whole life.
Just by looking at the woman who was beheaded by an axe, we can see how low a woman of low status without a supporter can be. When the King banished Sybil's paternal grandmother, Queen Anais, to a convent, but her step-grandmother, Roxelana, was beheaded with an axe.
Else did not believe that Sybil would order her to cut off her head with an axe. Nothing in the world is constant, and love is the most changeable of all. Only Else. Her own love was constant. It was natural. She had loved unfulfilled, and she was destined to wither and die, holding on to a love that could never be completed.
Even the feelings were not the same. Else did not think that Sybil would be like her. No man in the world treated the woman he loved in this way. If you love, if you love...
“I told you, there is no place you can return to.”
It would be more correct to say that he hates her. Yes. It is right to hate her. The daughter of a worthless lower-class noble. He had to live as that daughter's slave. It is right to hate and detest her. So... For that reason...
“There’s no way Millium, Millium would have done something like that.”
“Why do you keep bringing up that traitor’s story?”
"That..."
“I’ll say it again, Else. I don’t even want to hear that name from your mouth.”
The intonation was fierce, chewing on each syllable and making her brain ache. Sibyl, who had grabbed Else’s shoulder, looked at her preemptively. She could see him suppressing himself as much as possible in front of the woman who had just given birth. Else couldn’t figure out what made him so fierce.
“It is also an unbearable insult that you were his wife. You...!”
The eyes that had been cold began to sparkle strangely. The grayish blue eyes gleamed wildly as if stained. Else bit her lips, feeling it was too much to bear.
“Stop. Let’s stop. I think it would be better to rest now.”
It was when she was waiting for the cruel words to spill out of his twisted lips. He forced himself to control his expression and let go of the shoulder he had been holding. Else, who had been holding her breath, lowered her head and breathed convulsively. Sibyl got up, put his daughter on the bed, and kissed the bridge of Else’s nose. Then he got up and brushed his hair back. The forced smile disappeared as if it had been washed away.
“Roate is...”
“Take a rest.”
"Please..."
Else clasped her hands together. Sybil, who was about to leave the bedroom, turned around.
“Roate is not a traitor. There must be some misunderstanding.”
“Do you want to keep that kid alive like that?”
Else's face, which had been swaying with sadness, hardened. Sibyl looked down at her coldly. He wanted to grab the two hands that were clasped together and crush them. He thought it was a political marriage. He wanted to believe that she had followed her father because she could not refuse him. He felt like going crazy when he thought that Else, who had even borne his own seed, had spread her legs for that bum.
“That’s not it...”
“If you do that, try a method that will make it more palatable.”
Sibyl licked his lips and glanced at Else's swollen breasts. The breasts that had swollen during pregnancy were attractive against her slender waist. Else immediately turned pale and dropped her gaze. Sibyl turned away coldly. Soon, the sound of the door closing was heard. Else was alone again.
***
A woman sitting in a round place appeared before his eyes. He wanted to be with her tonight. As a good husband and a good father. He was already Else's husband and the father of the twins she had given birth to. But Else...
A rough hand swept away the things on the desk. Unable to calm down, he leaned on the desk and exhaled heavily. He threw away the cravat that was choking his neck and glared ahead. There was no way Else didn’t love him. It was Else who had been harassing him the whole time. But he didn’t know that such a woman would beg for Millium’s life.
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