46. The waist
Daphne reached out and stroked Asherad's cheek. She felt a smooth, slightly heated sensation. Asherad was quietly looking at Daphne.
It didn't matter what he said now.
“What are you going to do when I get tired of you?”
Asherad stared at her face intently and raised the corners of his lips coldly.
“Why? Then do you think I’ll let you go?”
His clouded eyes took on a cruel light. He lifted Daphne’s wrist and squeezed it tightly.
Before Daphne could say anything, Asherad spoke.
"Of course..."
“...”
“When I get sick of you, I’ll kill you.”
Daphne wasn't particularly shocked by the answer. She asked blandly.
"How?"
“Well, try running away.”
Goosebumps ran through Daphne's body at the growling words. Was the only way out really death? The warning was so gentle that it made her even more miserable.
“Don’t run away.”
Asherad laughed at those words. It was a mocking laugh, as if he were going to do something like that.
“There is no way to escape. It is all in His Majesty’s hands.”
As she said that, Daphne slipped her hand and touched Asherad's lips. With a face that seemed to ask what she was doing, Daphne said.
“I’m going to stop drawing. Because you don’t like it.”
“..”
“I won’t have any doubts or regrets about that.”
“..”
Daphne got up, raised her knees, and climbed on top of Asherad, looking down at him.
“Are you going to send me back to that room? If you get angry, are you going to turn me into a maid again? Do I have to go back to that room?”
There was a moment of silence. Although his reasoning was clouded by the alcohol, Asherad, who had not disappeared, knew that Daphne was asking for something.
Please don't throw me away as a maid, please don't send me to that room,
Give me confidence.
“That’s scary.”
“...”
“Because I’m scared, nothing is fun.”
No matter what situation he was in, Asherad was in a position to rule over her. Everything about her was done under his will.
Asherad knew that he had gotten what he wanted. He looked at Daphne. She had that characteristically weak expression on her face, as if she were about to cry.
“I got angry and regretted it. I was afraid I would go back there again.”
Yeah, Daphne didn't want to go back there.
The woman looking down at him looked quite pitiful. The reason Daphne was acting like that now was because she didn't want to go back to that room. After all, she didn't want to go back to the old days. That's why she felt anxious about his love falling.
Oh, yeah, you haven't changed.
Asherad smiled victoriously.
There was something off, but on the surface, it was a logical emotional connection that made sense. Asherad lifted Daphne up and whispered in his sweet voice as before.
“Of course. I will never send you back there.”
“...”
“I promise on my name.”
Asherad raised his hand and stroked Daphne's head. Daphne closed her eyes and smiled happily at the touch, just as she had before.
Daphne bent down and kissed Asherad on the lips. It was a kiss as light as a feather. Asherad, who was lying down, held Daphne’s waist and the back of her head and pressed them together as she gave the kiss cautiously.
“Ugh!”
Daphne's eyes opened wide in surprise. She leaned over him and kissed him, her tongue going too deep.
She tried to lift her waist and wiggle her lower body, but ended up irritating her legs.
Even as they kissed, Daphne was surprised by the sensation she felt on her buttocks.
To this extent... She never thought he would react to this extent.
Daphne tried to respond with her tongue, but it wasn't enough. The sweet scent of alcohol wafted in, and Daphne felt herself becoming intoxicated by the scent.
Daphne didn't try to get away, but gently pulled her face away. Then, miraculously, Asherad fell from Daphne's lips.
Wiping her saliva-slicked lips, Daphne glared at Asherad and kissed his neck as he had done before.
She could feel him breathing heavily. His low, gurgling breath sounded like a growl. His hands moved up Daphne’s lower body and lifted her skirt. Daphne was startled. He had suddenly taken off her underwear.
The underwear covering her lower body was gone, and she looked down with her eyes wide open.
When the underwear he was pulling down got caught on her buttocks, Asherad used his other hand to support her waist and pulled her down. When he succeeded in freeing the one that was caught on her knees from one leg, Asherad made Daphne sit on top of him.
Daphne tried to take off the underwear from around her ankles, but he jerked his hips so much that she had to look at him in surprise.
Shr could vividly feel the heat through the thin fabric of his pants. Even though their bodies weren't touching, she could feel it vividly. As if that wasn't enough, he grabbed her waist and made her move.
Daphne began to gasp for breath.
"Daphne."
“...”
“You’re moving your waist well even on your own.”
Daphne found herself moving without Asherad's hand at those words.
“We have to move.”
At that affectionate command, Daphne moved her hips again. She looked down at Asherad. Daphne's wish came true.
Daphne had a lot to gain from this man: assurances that she wouldn't be relegated to the position of a maid, funds to run away, and the trust that he would loosen the leash so she could run away.
She laughed coldly. A woman who was squeezing the man over to get something from him.
Isn't this exactly the kind of mother you don't want to be?
Fearing that her disgusting self-loathing would be revealed, Daphne bent down and kissed Asherad. The lovemaking that night was bitter and even more intense.
In this way, Daphne became Asherad's official lover and a court lady in the palace.
Daphne stood up. Golden sunlight was pouring down. The airy summer chiffon dress swayed with every movement of Daphne. The hem of the skirt seemed as if it would melt away.
When she closed her eyes and opened them, time flew by as if two days had passed instead of one.
Those were sweet days.
It was like giving up something inside of oneself to become Asherad's lover.
But above all, these were dangerous days on thin ice. It was hard to believe that Asherad had 'impulsively' declared Daphne his lover, as she was treated so extravagantly.
Daphne needed to know if this was temporary or if it would end soon, so she started to be a little cranky.
“A whore like you is a disgrace. Where the hell are you wandering around now?”
“Your Majesty has given his permission.”
“I didn’t give permission.”
Kalista said this and laughed with the girls behind her.
“Even if His Majesty permits, you must not dare to set foot on the ground and come out.”
Kalista tapped Daphne's forehead with her index finger. Her ears were filled with giggling laughter. Daphne felt humiliated. But on the contrary, she felt a strange sense of relief.
It was common for Kalista to bully her like this, but the more she did it, the more she became aware of reality.
That the cozy bed, beautiful clothes, and jewels she had acquired were only temporary.
Daphne was different from them in that she had nothing, was poor and insignificant, and nothing could compare to them.
That's why Asherad wouldn't have kept silent about this happening. It was contradictory to say that he loved her, but turned a blind eye to Kalista's bullying.
Rather, the contradiction was what brought her to her senses.
Isn't the person that Asherad truly likes Kalista? In the end, keeping her by his side isn't just using her as a substitute, as Kalista said...
"Sorry."
Daphne lowered her head. She lowered her head with a blank expression, without showing any sign of rebellion.
Kalista liked Daphne's obedience, but she found it frustrating at times like this.
So, let's say there is no impact.
"Ah!"
Kalista pushed Daphne's head hard with her index finger. Daphne immediately fell backwards.
Sadly, no maid came to hold Daphne up. She fell backwards onto her buttocks and had to sit there listening to the laughter of the crowd.
Daphne reached out and stroked Asherad's cheek. She felt a smooth, slightly heated sensation. Asherad was quietly looking at Daphne.
It didn't matter what he said now.
“What are you going to do when I get tired of you?”
Asherad stared at her face intently and raised the corners of his lips coldly.
“Why? Then do you think I’ll let you go?”
His clouded eyes took on a cruel light. He lifted Daphne’s wrist and squeezed it tightly.
Before Daphne could say anything, Asherad spoke.
"Of course..."
“...”
“When I get sick of you, I’ll kill you.”
Daphne wasn't particularly shocked by the answer. She asked blandly.
"How?"
“Well, try running away.”
Goosebumps ran through Daphne's body at the growling words. Was the only way out really death? The warning was so gentle that it made her even more miserable.
“Don’t run away.”
Asherad laughed at those words. It was a mocking laugh, as if he were going to do something like that.
“There is no way to escape. It is all in His Majesty’s hands.”
As she said that, Daphne slipped her hand and touched Asherad's lips. With a face that seemed to ask what she was doing, Daphne said.
“I’m going to stop drawing. Because you don’t like it.”
“..”
“I won’t have any doubts or regrets about that.”
“..”
Daphne got up, raised her knees, and climbed on top of Asherad, looking down at him.
“Are you going to send me back to that room? If you get angry, are you going to turn me into a maid again? Do I have to go back to that room?”
There was a moment of silence. Although his reasoning was clouded by the alcohol, Asherad, who had not disappeared, knew that Daphne was asking for something.
Please don't throw me away as a maid, please don't send me to that room,
Give me confidence.
“That’s scary.”
“...”
“Because I’m scared, nothing is fun.”
No matter what situation he was in, Asherad was in a position to rule over her. Everything about her was done under his will.
Asherad knew that he had gotten what he wanted. He looked at Daphne. She had that characteristically weak expression on her face, as if she were about to cry.
“I got angry and regretted it. I was afraid I would go back there again.”
Yeah, Daphne didn't want to go back there.
The woman looking down at him looked quite pitiful. The reason Daphne was acting like that now was because she didn't want to go back to that room. After all, she didn't want to go back to the old days. That's why she felt anxious about his love falling.
Oh, yeah, you haven't changed.
Asherad smiled victoriously.
There was something off, but on the surface, it was a logical emotional connection that made sense. Asherad lifted Daphne up and whispered in his sweet voice as before.
“Of course. I will never send you back there.”
“...”
“I promise on my name.”
Asherad raised his hand and stroked Daphne's head. Daphne closed her eyes and smiled happily at the touch, just as she had before.
Daphne bent down and kissed Asherad on the lips. It was a kiss as light as a feather. Asherad, who was lying down, held Daphne’s waist and the back of her head and pressed them together as she gave the kiss cautiously.
“Ugh!”
Daphne's eyes opened wide in surprise. She leaned over him and kissed him, her tongue going too deep.
She tried to lift her waist and wiggle her lower body, but ended up irritating her legs.
Even as they kissed, Daphne was surprised by the sensation she felt on her buttocks.
To this extent... She never thought he would react to this extent.
Daphne tried to respond with her tongue, but it wasn't enough. The sweet scent of alcohol wafted in, and Daphne felt herself becoming intoxicated by the scent.
Daphne didn't try to get away, but gently pulled her face away. Then, miraculously, Asherad fell from Daphne's lips.
Wiping her saliva-slicked lips, Daphne glared at Asherad and kissed his neck as he had done before.
She could feel him breathing heavily. His low, gurgling breath sounded like a growl. His hands moved up Daphne’s lower body and lifted her skirt. Daphne was startled. He had suddenly taken off her underwear.
The underwear covering her lower body was gone, and she looked down with her eyes wide open.
When the underwear he was pulling down got caught on her buttocks, Asherad used his other hand to support her waist and pulled her down. When he succeeded in freeing the one that was caught on her knees from one leg, Asherad made Daphne sit on top of him.
Daphne tried to take off the underwear from around her ankles, but he jerked his hips so much that she had to look at him in surprise.
Shr could vividly feel the heat through the thin fabric of his pants. Even though their bodies weren't touching, she could feel it vividly. As if that wasn't enough, he grabbed her waist and made her move.
Daphne began to gasp for breath.
"Daphne."
“...”
“You’re moving your waist well even on your own.”
Daphne found herself moving without Asherad's hand at those words.
“We have to move.”
At that affectionate command, Daphne moved her hips again. She looked down at Asherad. Daphne's wish came true.
Daphne had a lot to gain from this man: assurances that she wouldn't be relegated to the position of a maid, funds to run away, and the trust that he would loosen the leash so she could run away.
She laughed coldly. A woman who was squeezing the man over to get something from him.
Isn't this exactly the kind of mother you don't want to be?
Fearing that her disgusting self-loathing would be revealed, Daphne bent down and kissed Asherad. The lovemaking that night was bitter and even more intense.
In this way, Daphne became Asherad's official lover and a court lady in the palace.
***
Daphne stood up. Golden sunlight was pouring down. The airy summer chiffon dress swayed with every movement of Daphne. The hem of the skirt seemed as if it would melt away.
When she closed her eyes and opened them, time flew by as if two days had passed instead of one.
Those were sweet days.
It was like giving up something inside of oneself to become Asherad's lover.
But above all, these were dangerous days on thin ice. It was hard to believe that Asherad had 'impulsively' declared Daphne his lover, as she was treated so extravagantly.
Daphne needed to know if this was temporary or if it would end soon, so she started to be a little cranky.
She tried to pester him to buy her clothes, and she also said that she wanted to eat fruits that were not available this season, and she also said that she was feeling suffocated and wanted to go for a walk in the garden.
The results were all approved by Asherad.
It was so easy it was ridiculous.
Thus, Daphne was able to wear flowing clothes and enter the secret garden, which she had previously had to be careful about entering.
As she walked in the cool shade, holding a parasol under the warm summer sun, the shabby image of her living in the warehouse like a small mouse disappeared.
Everyone was surprised by the transformation. Blonde hair as bright as sunlight, white skin. Graceful gestures and attitude. Many people were interested in the woman who appeared only for a short while and then disappeared.
But Daphne didn't even care about the changed treatment she received from people.
Her concern was how long she could live like this. First of all, it was valid until Asherad came to her every night and held her in his arms.
Will Asherad come tonight? She smiled coldly as she pondered. She realized what the annihilation of the self really was.
This was a truly sweet prison.
A mirage-like prison that would disappear at the whim of Asherad. She realized why the concubines she saw in books were so eager to receive the King's love.
If love disappears, this benefit also disappears. In Daphne's case, if love disappears, she will die.
Asherad and Daphne never spoke of running away again. She was not allowed to leave the palace, and every night she had sex with Asherad again.
In the meantime, what brings Daphne to her senses is...
“Didn’t I tell you not to go outside?!”
It was precisely Kalista's presence.
Kalista appeared before Daphne, accompanied by her maids and servants. Daphne bowed her head.
The results were all approved by Asherad.
It was so easy it was ridiculous.
Thus, Daphne was able to wear flowing clothes and enter the secret garden, which she had previously had to be careful about entering.
As she walked in the cool shade, holding a parasol under the warm summer sun, the shabby image of her living in the warehouse like a small mouse disappeared.
Everyone was surprised by the transformation. Blonde hair as bright as sunlight, white skin. Graceful gestures and attitude. Many people were interested in the woman who appeared only for a short while and then disappeared.
But Daphne didn't even care about the changed treatment she received from people.
Her concern was how long she could live like this. First of all, it was valid until Asherad came to her every night and held her in his arms.
Will Asherad come tonight? She smiled coldly as she pondered. She realized what the annihilation of the self really was.
This was a truly sweet prison.
A mirage-like prison that would disappear at the whim of Asherad. She realized why the concubines she saw in books were so eager to receive the King's love.
If love disappears, this benefit also disappears. In Daphne's case, if love disappears, she will die.
Asherad and Daphne never spoke of running away again. She was not allowed to leave the palace, and every night she had sex with Asherad again.
In the meantime, what brings Daphne to her senses is...
“Didn’t I tell you not to go outside?!”
It was precisely Kalista's presence.
Kalista appeared before Daphne, accompanied by her maids and servants. Daphne bowed her head.
“A whore like you is a disgrace. Where the hell are you wandering around now?”
“Your Majesty has given his permission.”
“I didn’t give permission.”
Kalista said this and laughed with the girls behind her.
“Even if His Majesty permits, you must not dare to set foot on the ground and come out.”
Kalista tapped Daphne's forehead with her index finger. Her ears were filled with giggling laughter. Daphne felt humiliated. But on the contrary, she felt a strange sense of relief.
It was common for Kalista to bully her like this, but the more she did it, the more she became aware of reality.
That the cozy bed, beautiful clothes, and jewels she had acquired were only temporary.
Daphne was different from them in that she had nothing, was poor and insignificant, and nothing could compare to them.
That's why Asherad wouldn't have kept silent about this happening. It was contradictory to say that he loved her, but turned a blind eye to Kalista's bullying.
Rather, the contradiction was what brought her to her senses.
Isn't the person that Asherad truly likes Kalista? In the end, keeping her by his side isn't just using her as a substitute, as Kalista said...
"Sorry."
Daphne lowered her head. She lowered her head with a blank expression, without showing any sign of rebellion.
Kalista liked Daphne's obedience, but she found it frustrating at times like this.
So, let's say there is no impact.
"Ah!"
Kalista pushed Daphne's head hard with her index finger. Daphne immediately fell backwards.
Sadly, no maid came to hold Daphne up. She fell backwards onto her buttocks and had to sit there listening to the laughter of the crowd.
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