“Come here, my baby! Quickly!”
Henrietta hid behind the King at the sight of the pale, withered woman. Her green eyes sparkled as if they were being lit. Henrietta, who was looking at the red, swollen eyes, held the baby tightly as if she were being watched. The woman who saw this glared at her, gritting her teeth. Her eyes and cheeks, red from the stream of tears, trembled miserably.
The pleasure was even greater now than at the banquet a while ago. It was when she was pulling her lips together in pleasure and gently tapping the sack. The woman who had been holding the King by the collar came over to her and slapped her hard on the cheek. It was so strong that she could hear a “clap.” Henrietta looked at her in surprise at the pain that felt like her eardrums were going to burst.
“This fucking bitch...”
The ominous, squeaking voice was so venomous. The eyes that were seething with evil didn’t seem like the woman she knew. And the curses she was spewing out. It was creepy. It was hard to believe that the curses were coming from lips as pure as flower petals. The woman’s hand tried to snatch the baby from Henrietta’s arms. Henrietta hugged the baby tightly so that it wouldn’t be taken away. The baby, who had stopped crying while looking at her mother, started to cry again.
“What are you doing...”
“Get your dirty hands off my baby!”
“Ahh!”
The woman grabbed Henrietta by the hair. This was the first time something like this had happened, and Henrietta stumbled and almost fell. The maid who was watching from the side quickly took the baby out of Henrietta’s arms. But the woman did not let go of the hand that was holding her hair.
“Let go of this!”
The hand that was shaking her hair was fierce. She was a woman who looked like she would scatter like dandelion seeds if the wind blew. In fact, it seemed like she could be pulled away if she tried. Even now, when Henrietta held onto her hand tightly, the strength in the hand holding her hair gave out, and she was pushed away. However, she was in front of the King and his servants.
There was no need to tear her away just to save face. Considering the rumors that would spread through the court the next day, it would be better to hold her by the hair now. Henrietta willingly gave in to the thought of the gossip that would be passed around the ladies' mouths in the future.
"Stop."
Just when she was thinking that it would be okay to tear out a handful of her hair, the hand that had been holding her hair disappeared. The King had torn off the Princess. Henrietta fell to the floor, panting. The startled maids came and calmed her down. She looked up at the King and the woman.
“Who are you! Who are you? Take my baby! Who are you!”
A woman screaming like a madman rushed at the King. Henrietta was surprised when she grabbed her hair, but what happened now was even more surprising. The woman rushed at the King like a mad dog, slapped him hard in the face, and tried to grab his hair. The knights tried to rush at her for her excessive behavior, but the King only glared at them nervously.
“I just need the babies. Really. I don’t care what you do. Please. Sybil....”
The King's lips, which had been calm even after being slapped, twisted. He glared at the woman with a completely distorted face. The woman clung to his chest. The woman, who had been stamping her feet and shedding tears, turned around at the sound of the baby's whining. The woman who had been holding and comforting the child in the corner flinched in surprise.
The King grabbed the woman's arm and turned her around as she approached him without hesitation.
“Who said I would leave my child with you?”
“It’s not your baby. It’s my baby.”
Even in the face of his cold gaze, which was so cold it made her shiver, the woman did not lower her gaze or tremble in fear. Every word he uttered in return was poisonous. Only then did Henrietta realize that the King’s authority was useless to a woman. At least the King could not punish her with authority. Since he could not rule her in that way, he constantly tried to bend her as a man. Henrietta looked at them with cold eyes and stared at the baby the maid was holding.
The baby, who resembled her mother with fluffy pink hair, looked slightly different. The baby was nothing more than a lump of blood. They said that a King could have countless children. It was not a royal family where illegitimate children were rare. However, his father, Count Grancel, said that no matter how beautiful an illegitimate child was, an illegitimate child was still an illegitimate child.
Even if the King put the government above the public servants and made even his young children Prince and Princess, they were only illegitimate children. They could not have the nobility of a legitimate child, and were merely the result of debaucherous. They were nothing but the result of injustice.
So Henrietta would have everything. If Henrietta also received the King's seed and her belly was full, the King would treat her as a wife with a legitimate son. She always dreamed of that day. But...
“No. The Princess is my daughter. Even if she borrowed your womb, she is still my seed.”
The woman trembled. Her face turned pale as if it would break with anger. When she tried to raise her hand again, the King gently grabbed it and pulled her closer. The woman braced herself against being dragged, but eventually stood under the King’s chin.
“So now you are suffering this humiliation...”
The King lifted the woman's chin. The woman, who had been groaning, finally burst into tears. The King's face was as calm as ever when he heard his daughter cry.
“Because you did not obey me.”
"...No."
“It’s because you disobeyed me, your husband.”
The woman shook her head. She cried sadly and fell to her knees. Then she lifted her head, hanging on the footrest. The puffy puffs of the negligee that had been hanging on her shoulders slipped down, revealing her breasts little by little.
“I’ll obey. Anything. Anything. I can stay still even if you marry that woman. So please, don’t give my baby to that woman. No. No, just don’t give Hermi. Hermi is sick. She can’t do without me... Sob, sob... She can’t keep crying because she's sick. Sybil, please. She won’t breastfeed well...”
The woman cried like a child. The cries mixed with the blood of the young child echoed through the bedroom. The calm face of the King became distorted. The King knelt down toward the woman who was crying with her head tilted back. He carefully hugged the woman. He held her disheveled hair in his arms and gently stroked her back. The man who had been watching his daughter crying loudly was indifferent.
“No, Else. That’s not what I want.”
“Ugh, huuuuk...”
“Think again. What do you have to do to get your child back?”
The woman's cries grew louder. The King held her carefully and comforted her. He wiped her cheek with his hand and kissed her lips repeatedly. She heard the sound of wet skin being sucked. Henrietta looked at them absentmindedly and stared at the baby the maid was holding. The King's past. Outside the palace, the baby who had been considered the result of play seemed different.
Unlike a while ago when she felt sorry and pitiful for the little crying sound, she started to feel like crushing it. It was just a young baby that had left her mother's embrace by her father's will... She started to feel surprisingly cruel.
Sybil snatched Hermi. Her daughter, who had been wanting to breastfeed for the first time in a while, was making a sound with her small lips. Else, who had been embroidering for the babies, happily lowered her negligee and breastfed. Sybil, who had not visited Else for two days since the night of the baptism, came to the bedroom last night and woke up Else, who was sleeping, and gave her a massage.
The man who had spread her legs and rubbed her vagina without thinking exhaled hot breath and bit the nape of her neck with his lips. Else could not dare to push him away and did as he did. It was because he had told her that he would take everything until only he remained. She hugged the man who was quickly shaking his waist until the break. He bit her nipple so that he could suckle and give him milk. The man who had buried his face in her white nape and licked her collarbone lowered his head and sucked her nipple.
Else gently stroked his hair as she had done to her son. His long, thick body thrust into her as if it were going to swallow her. Their eyes met after panting as if by inertia. Whenever he locked eyes with Else during their relationship, he would pull his lips together and smile, but he didn’t even show a faint smile. The radiation ended long after midnight, at dawn.
She looked at Sybil, soaked in the blue twilight. His face was pale. She went to the cradle, looked down at the twins, and then held Hermi in her arms. It was amazing. Seeing Sybil holding a baby... It had never happened before. Of those, he had held Hermi often, but even then, it was only a few times when Else had asked to be held.
If Else hadn't been so angry or brought up his responsibilities as a father, he would have kept her somewhere in the palace and never looked for her. Thinking about it just made Else angry and sad. She thought of Henrietta. Since he'd declared his marriage to her, he would sleep with her someday. Just like he did with Else... He would touch her belly button and interlock her legs.
The thought of Sybil spreading her legs and erecting her vagina made the ground crumble beneath her feet. But it was something she had to endure. Because she had twins. She had to protect them.
But sometimes, she felt so sad and miserable that she couldn't bear it. It wouldn't be a big deal, and Sibyl had been another woman's man countless times in Lugdun. She suppressed the feelings that were welling up inside me as she thought that. But...
“You don’t like babies?”
She asked Sybil, who was holding Hermi. He turned his head.
“Or do you hate her because she's an illegitimate child?”
Henrietta hid behind the King at the sight of the pale, withered woman. Her green eyes sparkled as if they were being lit. Henrietta, who was looking at the red, swollen eyes, held the baby tightly as if she were being watched. The woman who saw this glared at her, gritting her teeth. Her eyes and cheeks, red from the stream of tears, trembled miserably.
The pleasure was even greater now than at the banquet a while ago. It was when she was pulling her lips together in pleasure and gently tapping the sack. The woman who had been holding the King by the collar came over to her and slapped her hard on the cheek. It was so strong that she could hear a “clap.” Henrietta looked at her in surprise at the pain that felt like her eardrums were going to burst.
“This fucking bitch...”
The ominous, squeaking voice was so venomous. The eyes that were seething with evil didn’t seem like the woman she knew. And the curses she was spewing out. It was creepy. It was hard to believe that the curses were coming from lips as pure as flower petals. The woman’s hand tried to snatch the baby from Henrietta’s arms. Henrietta hugged the baby tightly so that it wouldn’t be taken away. The baby, who had stopped crying while looking at her mother, started to cry again.
“What are you doing...”
“Get your dirty hands off my baby!”
“Ahh!”
The woman grabbed Henrietta by the hair. This was the first time something like this had happened, and Henrietta stumbled and almost fell. The maid who was watching from the side quickly took the baby out of Henrietta’s arms. But the woman did not let go of the hand that was holding her hair.
“Let go of this!”
The hand that was shaking her hair was fierce. She was a woman who looked like she would scatter like dandelion seeds if the wind blew. In fact, it seemed like she could be pulled away if she tried. Even now, when Henrietta held onto her hand tightly, the strength in the hand holding her hair gave out, and she was pushed away. However, she was in front of the King and his servants.
There was no need to tear her away just to save face. Considering the rumors that would spread through the court the next day, it would be better to hold her by the hair now. Henrietta willingly gave in to the thought of the gossip that would be passed around the ladies' mouths in the future.
"Stop."
Just when she was thinking that it would be okay to tear out a handful of her hair, the hand that had been holding her hair disappeared. The King had torn off the Princess. Henrietta fell to the floor, panting. The startled maids came and calmed her down. She looked up at the King and the woman.
“Who are you! Who are you? Take my baby! Who are you!”
A woman screaming like a madman rushed at the King. Henrietta was surprised when she grabbed her hair, but what happened now was even more surprising. The woman rushed at the King like a mad dog, slapped him hard in the face, and tried to grab his hair. The knights tried to rush at her for her excessive behavior, but the King only glared at them nervously.
“I just need the babies. Really. I don’t care what you do. Please. Sybil....”
The King's lips, which had been calm even after being slapped, twisted. He glared at the woman with a completely distorted face. The woman clung to his chest. The woman, who had been stamping her feet and shedding tears, turned around at the sound of the baby's whining. The woman who had been holding and comforting the child in the corner flinched in surprise.
The King grabbed the woman's arm and turned her around as she approached him without hesitation.
“Who said I would leave my child with you?”
“It’s not your baby. It’s my baby.”
Even in the face of his cold gaze, which was so cold it made her shiver, the woman did not lower her gaze or tremble in fear. Every word he uttered in return was poisonous. Only then did Henrietta realize that the King’s authority was useless to a woman. At least the King could not punish her with authority. Since he could not rule her in that way, he constantly tried to bend her as a man. Henrietta looked at them with cold eyes and stared at the baby the maid was holding.
The baby, who resembled her mother with fluffy pink hair, looked slightly different. The baby was nothing more than a lump of blood. They said that a King could have countless children. It was not a royal family where illegitimate children were rare. However, his father, Count Grancel, said that no matter how beautiful an illegitimate child was, an illegitimate child was still an illegitimate child.
Even if the King put the government above the public servants and made even his young children Prince and Princess, they were only illegitimate children. They could not have the nobility of a legitimate child, and were merely the result of debaucherous. They were nothing but the result of injustice.
So Henrietta would have everything. If Henrietta also received the King's seed and her belly was full, the King would treat her as a wife with a legitimate son. She always dreamed of that day. But...
“No. The Princess is my daughter. Even if she borrowed your womb, she is still my seed.”
The woman trembled. Her face turned pale as if it would break with anger. When she tried to raise her hand again, the King gently grabbed it and pulled her closer. The woman braced herself against being dragged, but eventually stood under the King’s chin.
“So now you are suffering this humiliation...”
The King lifted the woman's chin. The woman, who had been groaning, finally burst into tears. The King's face was as calm as ever when he heard his daughter cry.
“Because you did not obey me.”
"...No."
“It’s because you disobeyed me, your husband.”
The woman shook her head. She cried sadly and fell to her knees. Then she lifted her head, hanging on the footrest. The puffy puffs of the negligee that had been hanging on her shoulders slipped down, revealing her breasts little by little.
“I’ll obey. Anything. Anything. I can stay still even if you marry that woman. So please, don’t give my baby to that woman. No. No, just don’t give Hermi. Hermi is sick. She can’t do without me... Sob, sob... She can’t keep crying because she's sick. Sybil, please. She won’t breastfeed well...”
The woman cried like a child. The cries mixed with the blood of the young child echoed through the bedroom. The calm face of the King became distorted. The King knelt down toward the woman who was crying with her head tilted back. He carefully hugged the woman. He held her disheveled hair in his arms and gently stroked her back. The man who had been watching his daughter crying loudly was indifferent.
“No, Else. That’s not what I want.”
“Ugh, huuuuk...”
“Think again. What do you have to do to get your child back?”
The woman's cries grew louder. The King held her carefully and comforted her. He wiped her cheek with his hand and kissed her lips repeatedly. She heard the sound of wet skin being sucked. Henrietta looked at them absentmindedly and stared at the baby the maid was holding. The King's past. Outside the palace, the baby who had been considered the result of play seemed different.
Unlike a while ago when she felt sorry and pitiful for the little crying sound, she started to feel like crushing it. It was just a young baby that had left her mother's embrace by her father's will... She started to feel surprisingly cruel.
***
Sybil snatched Hermi. Her daughter, who had been wanting to breastfeed for the first time in a while, was making a sound with her small lips. Else, who had been embroidering for the babies, happily lowered her negligee and breastfed. Sybil, who had not visited Else for two days since the night of the baptism, came to the bedroom last night and woke up Else, who was sleeping, and gave her a massage.
The man who had spread her legs and rubbed her vagina without thinking exhaled hot breath and bit the nape of her neck with his lips. Else could not dare to push him away and did as he did. It was because he had told her that he would take everything until only he remained. She hugged the man who was quickly shaking his waist until the break. He bit her nipple so that he could suckle and give him milk. The man who had buried his face in her white nape and licked her collarbone lowered his head and sucked her nipple.
Else gently stroked his hair as she had done to her son. His long, thick body thrust into her as if it were going to swallow her. Their eyes met after panting as if by inertia. Whenever he locked eyes with Else during their relationship, he would pull his lips together and smile, but he didn’t even show a faint smile. The radiation ended long after midnight, at dawn.
She looked at Sybil, soaked in the blue twilight. His face was pale. She went to the cradle, looked down at the twins, and then held Hermi in her arms. It was amazing. Seeing Sybil holding a baby... It had never happened before. Of those, he had held Hermi often, but even then, it was only a few times when Else had asked to be held.
If Else hadn't been so angry or brought up his responsibilities as a father, he would have kept her somewhere in the palace and never looked for her. Thinking about it just made Else angry and sad. She thought of Henrietta. Since he'd declared his marriage to her, he would sleep with her someday. Just like he did with Else... He would touch her belly button and interlock her legs.
The thought of Sybil spreading her legs and erecting her vagina made the ground crumble beneath her feet. But it was something she had to endure. Because she had twins. She had to protect them.
But sometimes, she felt so sad and miserable that she couldn't bear it. It wouldn't be a big deal, and Sibyl had been another woman's man countless times in Lugdun. She suppressed the feelings that were welling up inside me as she thought that. But...
“You don’t like babies?”
She asked Sybil, who was holding Hermi. He turned his head.
“Or do you hate her because she's an illegitimate child?”
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