31. Unrelenting Time
Daphne, who came out of the bathroom after washing up, was immediately laid down on the bed. Asherad savored the sweet scent coming from Daphne's body.
The soft flesh barely fitting on her skinny body. Her wet blond hair was flowing loosely. That alone was beautiful, like a painting. Since she wasn't wearing anything to begin with, everything flowed like water.
Although this act had been strange to her before, Daphne was now used to him, or rather, to mixing flesh with him.
Daphne's life did not get any better even though she was in Asherad's arms. Asherad was busy representing the Emperor, and whenever he had time, he would call Daphne and have sex with her.
“Ah, ahhh!”
The reason the nights with him weren't physically painful was that he had to see Daphne go crazy with excitement.
Asherad was persistent, and all she could do was moan sweetly beneath his body.
It was literally about beating the infertility pills.
Asherad showered Daphne with his semen. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she pushed him away, unable to resist the stimulation, which only made him grow rougher.
Only when his brain was boiling and he couldn't come to his senses from the pleasure that threatened to cause pain did he let go of Daphne and lie down next to her.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
What is the existence of oneself? What is it that makes this noble man anxious to embrace her?
Why is he holding her back from running away?
When the man would contort his face in excitement at her body, she felt a strange sense of dominance. Daphne knew that Asherad would not hug another woman.
Why does interest seek only itself?
Does this mean that this man hates her that much?
Are they really in love, literally?
Asherad was an unknown person.
He captivated her with his exquisitely neat and beautiful face. His jewel-like eyes, set within the soft shadows of candlelight and long eyelashes, were beautiful.
Daphne continued to stare at it, as if it were a magic wand. There was a time when she couldn't control her happiness when this man's body touched her.
At that time, when someone chased after her who had run away, she was happier than anything else. The life in which she couldn't raise her head as a sinner was denied. From the beginning, Asherad said that she was not a sinner.
So, she felt guilty in front of Asherad, but she didn't live as a sinner. That was why she liked Asherad and could breathe by his side.
Asherad said that feeling was love. But if you were in love, this wouldn't happen. If you were in love...
'Daphne, I wish you were free.'
If only she had acted like Fabian, she would have freed herself from this hellish shackle.
Daphne looked at the man next to her, who was gently stroking her lips with his thumb.
“What are you thinking about?”
Daphne burst out laughing at Asherad's question. Did this person ever wonder what Daphne was thinking?
“I was wondering why you were doing this to me.”
Asherad seemed to like what she said. The thumb that had been pressing her lips touched her cheek. He lay down on his side and turned Daphne’s head. Their eyes met again.
“Of course.”
“...”
“Because I love you.”
Asherad took Daphne's hand and kissed her wrist. Daphne felt suffocated. It was just that she couldn't stand being in these arms, in this bed.
She wanted to run away.
From all this.
From that.
Love?
Asherad wasn't the kind of person to do something like that. Daphne knew that very well. Asherad kissed each of Daphne's wrists and then moved down her arms.
“Huh!”
He bit the soft flesh on her shoulder like a fruit, then quickly raised his body and began kissing along her collarbone.
“Aren’t you happy?”
“...”
“You liked it so much. The way I called you, the way I stroked your hair. Everything about it.”
“...”
“Why are you making that face? I gave you something satisfying.”
“...”
Asherad stared at Daphne's face. It was a blank, expressionless face. A face that seemed to say, "What is that?" The longing that had filled her eyes and seemed about to burst had long since disappeared.
"Daphne."
“...”
“You have to look at me straight in the eye.”
Asherad gripped the wrist tightly. Daphne looked at Asherad's face and spoke straight and quietly.
“Now...."
“...”
“Not anymore.”
And she lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze. She was afraid of Asherad. The cruelty he held, the intensity of it, was terrifying.
“I’m not... happy at all.”
“...”
“There is only despair. Now.”
Asherad's face changed at Daphne's words. Despair, despair? Despair?! He bit her lip, who was spitting out a cheeky word. When Daphne screamed in pain, he pushed his tongue inside her.
Blood flowed out, and Asherad greedily licked it up.
Daphne twisted her body. She looked at Asherad with a tearful face, and he smiled even more earnestly. Daphne also spoke crazily to that crazy face.
“I don’t want to live.”
Now, it was the betrayal of the dog he had cherished. Asherad looked at Daphne with a stern expression.
“Just die.”
“....”
“If you die, I wonder what will happen to the family of that bastard who tried to run away with you, it’ll be funny.”
Daphne bit her lip and looked at him. It was exactly as Fabian had said. He was a cruel man, and he had no qualms about ruining Daphne's life.
Fabian's family.
Marybelle and her mother.
The family that Fabian talked about with such a smile.
She had killed Fabian, but she couldn't kill his family because of her. Daphne had that much conscience.
She remembered how precious his family was. Just as her mother was precious to her, so was his mother to Fabian.
And this man not only killed one person, but he also killed other innocent people. Daphne ground her teeth.
"Get lost."
“...”
“I hate you, I hate you!”
Daphne pushed Asherad away. This man was the most horrible thing in the world.
“Yeah, try hating me.”
Asherad looked at Daphne and smiled bitterly.
“I won’t let you go.”
“...”
“If you die, you will have a companion, and if you run away, I will catch you and punish you to the end.”
“...”
“Promises... are meant to be kept. Right, Daphne?”
Daphne looked at Asherad as if she found it horrifying. He kissed Daphne's cheek and stroked her head affectionately.
“Please, please get out. Please!”
Daphne muttered, cursing. Everything about Asherad was horrible to her. It was so disgusting and disgusting that she couldn't stand it.
So she rebelled to the max. That is, she shivered every time Asherad's hand touched her. As expected, Asherad never touched her again.
After that day, Asherad did not look for Daphne.
“His Highness has gone to war with Asala.”
Daphne's expression hardened at Sarah's words. Sarah looked straight into Daphne's face. Her hazel eyes stared at Daphne. They seemed to be searching for something, but Daphne was frozen and could not see Sarah's face.
“What should I do?”
“...”
“I’m talking to His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“...”
“He abandoned you.”
More shocking than the shock of Sarah knowing about her relationship with the Crown Prince was her words. Abandoned. Asherad didn't say anything. Did he think that they were just talking to each other?
Or did he really go away because she told him to? It was a country that had been in a territorial dispute with Asala for about 100 years. It was a fierce battleground where a ceasefire was called due to a meaningless war of attrition, but at some point, a fierce battle broke out.
She knew it because she read it in a book.
Asherad is leaving for there? Tears flowed from Daphne's eyes.
“Oh, poor Daphne!”
Sarah hugged Daphne's neck. Daphne looked dazed as she hugged her.
It was strange. She thought, how much better it would be if he died there. It would be a relief if he really died. Maybe she could be free too.
But it felt weird to go to the limbs when she told him to get out of here, looking horrible.
She wishes he could die.
But she hoped he wouldn't die.
Daphne clutched her chest, feeling aching in the strange whirlwind of emotions.
When he turned twenty, he left for the battlefield without saying a word.
If he loves her, why does he only leave such questions? Daphne thought that Asherad was incomprehensible.
Without even being able to fully hope for his safety or his death, a cruel time began.
Daphne, who came out of the bathroom after washing up, was immediately laid down on the bed. Asherad savored the sweet scent coming from Daphne's body.
The soft flesh barely fitting on her skinny body. Her wet blond hair was flowing loosely. That alone was beautiful, like a painting. Since she wasn't wearing anything to begin with, everything flowed like water.
Although this act had been strange to her before, Daphne was now used to him, or rather, to mixing flesh with him.
Daphne's life did not get any better even though she was in Asherad's arms. Asherad was busy representing the Emperor, and whenever he had time, he would call Daphne and have sex with her.
“Ah, ahhh!”
The reason the nights with him weren't physically painful was that he had to see Daphne go crazy with excitement.
Asherad was persistent, and all she could do was moan sweetly beneath his body.
It was literally about beating the infertility pills.
Asherad showered Daphne with his semen. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she pushed him away, unable to resist the stimulation, which only made him grow rougher.
Only when his brain was boiling and he couldn't come to his senses from the pleasure that threatened to cause pain did he let go of Daphne and lie down next to her.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
What is the existence of oneself? What is it that makes this noble man anxious to embrace her?
Why is he holding her back from running away?
When the man would contort his face in excitement at her body, she felt a strange sense of dominance. Daphne knew that Asherad would not hug another woman.
Why does interest seek only itself?
Does this mean that this man hates her that much?
Are they really in love, literally?
Asherad was an unknown person.
He captivated her with his exquisitely neat and beautiful face. His jewel-like eyes, set within the soft shadows of candlelight and long eyelashes, were beautiful.
Daphne continued to stare at it, as if it were a magic wand. There was a time when she couldn't control her happiness when this man's body touched her.
At that time, when someone chased after her who had run away, she was happier than anything else. The life in which she couldn't raise her head as a sinner was denied. From the beginning, Asherad said that she was not a sinner.
So, she felt guilty in front of Asherad, but she didn't live as a sinner. That was why she liked Asherad and could breathe by his side.
Asherad said that feeling was love. But if you were in love, this wouldn't happen. If you were in love...
'Daphne, I wish you were free.'
If only she had acted like Fabian, she would have freed herself from this hellish shackle.
Daphne looked at the man next to her, who was gently stroking her lips with his thumb.
“What are you thinking about?”
Daphne burst out laughing at Asherad's question. Did this person ever wonder what Daphne was thinking?
“I was wondering why you were doing this to me.”
Asherad seemed to like what she said. The thumb that had been pressing her lips touched her cheek. He lay down on his side and turned Daphne’s head. Their eyes met again.
“Of course.”
“...”
“Because I love you.”
Asherad took Daphne's hand and kissed her wrist. Daphne felt suffocated. It was just that she couldn't stand being in these arms, in this bed.
She wanted to run away.
From all this.
From that.
Love?
Asherad wasn't the kind of person to do something like that. Daphne knew that very well. Asherad kissed each of Daphne's wrists and then moved down her arms.
“Huh!”
He bit the soft flesh on her shoulder like a fruit, then quickly raised his body and began kissing along her collarbone.
“Aren’t you happy?”
“...”
“You liked it so much. The way I called you, the way I stroked your hair. Everything about it.”
“...”
“Why are you making that face? I gave you something satisfying.”
“...”
Asherad stared at Daphne's face. It was a blank, expressionless face. A face that seemed to say, "What is that?" The longing that had filled her eyes and seemed about to burst had long since disappeared.
"Daphne."
“...”
“You have to look at me straight in the eye.”
Asherad gripped the wrist tightly. Daphne looked at Asherad's face and spoke straight and quietly.
“Now...."
“...”
“Not anymore.”
And she lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze. She was afraid of Asherad. The cruelty he held, the intensity of it, was terrifying.
“I’m not... happy at all.”
“...”
“There is only despair. Now.”
Asherad's face changed at Daphne's words. Despair, despair? Despair?! He bit her lip, who was spitting out a cheeky word. When Daphne screamed in pain, he pushed his tongue inside her.
Blood flowed out, and Asherad greedily licked it up.
Daphne twisted her body. She looked at Asherad with a tearful face, and he smiled even more earnestly. Daphne also spoke crazily to that crazy face.
“I don’t want to live.”
Now, it was the betrayal of the dog he had cherished. Asherad looked at Daphne with a stern expression.
“Just die.”
“....”
“If you die, I wonder what will happen to the family of that bastard who tried to run away with you, it’ll be funny.”
Daphne bit her lip and looked at him. It was exactly as Fabian had said. He was a cruel man, and he had no qualms about ruining Daphne's life.
Fabian's family.
Marybelle and her mother.
The family that Fabian talked about with such a smile.
She had killed Fabian, but she couldn't kill his family because of her. Daphne had that much conscience.
She remembered how precious his family was. Just as her mother was precious to her, so was his mother to Fabian.
And this man not only killed one person, but he also killed other innocent people. Daphne ground her teeth.
"Get lost."
“...”
“I hate you, I hate you!”
Daphne pushed Asherad away. This man was the most horrible thing in the world.
“Yeah, try hating me.”
Asherad looked at Daphne and smiled bitterly.
“I won’t let you go.”
“...”
“If you die, you will have a companion, and if you run away, I will catch you and punish you to the end.”
“...”
“Promises... are meant to be kept. Right, Daphne?”
Daphne looked at Asherad as if she found it horrifying. He kissed Daphne's cheek and stroked her head affectionately.
“Please, please get out. Please!”
Daphne muttered, cursing. Everything about Asherad was horrible to her. It was so disgusting and disgusting that she couldn't stand it.
So she rebelled to the max. That is, she shivered every time Asherad's hand touched her. As expected, Asherad never touched her again.
After that day, Asherad did not look for Daphne.
“His Highness has gone to war with Asala.”
Daphne's expression hardened at Sarah's words. Sarah looked straight into Daphne's face. Her hazel eyes stared at Daphne. They seemed to be searching for something, but Daphne was frozen and could not see Sarah's face.
“What should I do?”
“...”
“I’m talking to His Highness the Crown Prince.”
“...”
“He abandoned you.”
More shocking than the shock of Sarah knowing about her relationship with the Crown Prince was her words. Abandoned. Asherad didn't say anything. Did he think that they were just talking to each other?
Or did he really go away because she told him to? It was a country that had been in a territorial dispute with Asala for about 100 years. It was a fierce battleground where a ceasefire was called due to a meaningless war of attrition, but at some point, a fierce battle broke out.
She knew it because she read it in a book.
Asherad is leaving for there? Tears flowed from Daphne's eyes.
“Oh, poor Daphne!”
Sarah hugged Daphne's neck. Daphne looked dazed as she hugged her.
It was strange. She thought, how much better it would be if he died there. It would be a relief if he really died. Maybe she could be free too.
But it felt weird to go to the limbs when she told him to get out of here, looking horrible.
She wishes he could die.
But she hoped he wouldn't die.
Daphne clutched her chest, feeling aching in the strange whirlwind of emotions.
When he turned twenty, he left for the battlefield without saying a word.
If he loves her, why does he only leave such questions? Daphne thought that Asherad was incomprehensible.
Without even being able to fully hope for his safety or his death, a cruel time began.
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