The man's large hands stroked my belly slowly over the soft cloth. It was as if it were touching his own property.
"You use the same perfumed oil as your mother. Senevere's hair smelled like this. Once you get drunk with this scent, you continue as if you were addicted... keep going... You have no choice but to find it."
The man's hand groped for my chest.
I instinctively twisted myself to free myself from his arms. But the man didn't budge.
He hugged me tightly behind his back, his moist, hot lips pressed to the bottom of my earlobe. It was as if the caterpillar was sticking to the skin and sucking the sap.
I, who was stiff and convulsive, began to writhe like a seizure.
The man knocked me over and pressed me against the soft carpet.
I floundered my limbs like a drowning person. The table collapsed, and the puzzle tower that had been built up over hours spilled out. As I crawled over it and struggled to escape the beast that was holding me back, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me downward.
I looked up at him in horror. There was a primal fear that someone could incapacitate me so easily.
"Still... Please be still."
The man grabbed my wrists with one hand and wrapped the other hand around my chin.
I tried to twist my head, but I couldn't move. He pressed his cheek against me, forcing me to open my mouth and thrust his thick tongue into it.
My throat tightened painfully with nausea. It was as if a huge slug had crawled into my mouth.
I didn't even dare to bite into that horrible thing. I grunted in pain, tears welling up in my eyes. He rubbed his huge, muscular body and breathed heavily.
"Oh.. Senevere...How I missed you..."
The man's hand crept into the skirt. My whole body trembled at the feel of his palms groping against my bare skin.
A death-like fear came over me. I felt my long, firm fingers invade deep between my thighs.
The bitter pain in my body made my mouth throb like a fish on land. The man pressed his lips against the corners of my mouth, sticky as glue, and muttered in a hoarse voice.
"You don't have to float like that. The pain will only be temporary. Your Highness will soon cry out in joy..."
Suddenly, the weight that had been on my body disappeared like a lie.
I instinctively crawled into the corner and crouched. For a moment, I couldn't really understand what had happened.
It took a few seconds for me to realize that Barcas, dressed in a Roem Knights uniform, was clutching the man's head with one hand, crushing his face mercilessly.
I was stunned by the unreal scene. Half of the man's face was soaked in blood, cracked against the rough wall, and a groan of pain emanated from his grotesque, open mouth.
"Hey, let go of this... I'll tell you a story..."
Barcas grabbed the man's hair and slammed it down against the wall mercilessly. With a heavy thump, thump, thump, the man's face was crushed horribly. I barely swallowed my screams.
"Talia."
He opened his mouth quietly, keeping his eyes fixed on his bloodied face.
"Go to your room."
It was an unbelievably calm voice that came from the mouth of someone who had done such a violent act. Therefore, I did not notice that the words were directed at me. It wasn't until I met the young blue eyes of the gray clouds that I realized he was talking to me.
"Talia Roem Gurta."
His voice was strangely still. Barcas, who dared to mention the Princess's name, slowly added.
"Can't you hear me telling you to go to your room?"
I crouched in the corner, staring blankly up at him. Soon, an explosive shout erupted from his mouth.
"Come on!"
At that moment, a sensation of sparks spread throughout my body.
I hurriedly slipped out of the study like a horse whipped. When I jumped into the bedroom and slipped under the thick blanket, I felt a sharp pain all over my body.
I rubbed my skin roughly. His slippery tongue and hard palms still seemed to crawl on my skin. I tried to get rid of the sensation by sweeping down the nape of my neck, chest, and thighs, and then began to punch myself.
It was terrible. The man, the body he groped, and the fact that he showed it to Barcas were all terrible.
I slapped my thighs so hard that they were bruised, then buried my face in the pillow and let out a beastly cry.
How long had I been doing this, and I felt that I was in a different position than myself. I raised my head.
Barcas stood tall at the door. As always, he looks elegant without any disturbance.
"You will never see him again."
He said bluntly. Talia, who was blinking in the distance, let out a quivering question.
"...Did you kill him?"
At that, Barcas' brow contorted faintly.
After a brief pause, he spoke again.
"He will be permanently banished. For the rest of his life, he will not be able to set foot In any big city, let alone the capital..."
At that moment, the thread of reason was completely broken. I picked up the pillow and threw it in his face.
"Why! Why did you send him alive? You should have killed him! You should have killed him horribly! Cut off those filthy hands that touched my body...! I, that filthy tongue that violated me...!"
I, who had been yelling like a madman, suddenly grabbed my neck and began to shake my shoulders. I felt suffocated, as if someone was suffocating.
"If you let him live, he will come to crush me again... and again. He's going to try to defile me. He did. Continue as if he were addicted... I have no choice but to keep looking..."
A fever suddenly burst out of my tight throat.
I gasped for breath as my hands clasped my face, distorted with tears. Then, like a person who has been bitten by something, I started throwing all kinds of things at him.
"Useless bastard! I don't need anything like you! Get away from me! Get out! Disappear from my...!"
I, who had been throwing books and dolls at random, suddenly stopped breathing. The candlestick I had snatched up flew into his head.
The heavy metal tumbled to the floor, scraping wildly against Barcas's forehead and temples.
I opened my mouth, stunned, watching as the dark red blood stained his pale cheeks and the nape of his neck.
Ah... in the throat... came a strange sound like a sigh. Barcas, who had been looking down at me with a cold gaze, slowly turned around.
Suddenly, a chill spread throughout my body as if I had been covered in ice water.
I jumped out of bed in a hurry to catch him. But Barcas had already left the room.
I stared blankly at the dark corridor and collapsed. I wanted to sink into the ground.
Barcas saved me. However, I made him the target of my anger. It was strange that he wasn't disillusioned. It was natural to get tired of it. I buried my miserably distorted face on the carpet and poured out hot tears.
After that day, Barcas did not appear in front of me. It was not until a few months later that he was seen attending the ceremony of being appointed head of the Imperial Order.
I watched from a distance as he knelt down in front of the Emperor and recited the oath of allegiance in a calm tone.
My father drew the imperial treasure sword and placed it on his shoulder. In a solemn voice, he announced that he had been given the title of head of the imperial bodyguard.
It was too Important a position for a young man who was only about to turn twenty, but no one questioned his qualifications. Barcas slowly turned and walked down the stairs. On his resolute face, the sunlight that broke through the glass poured down like a torrential rain.
I had everything in my retina.
Barcas, with his back straight, crossed the crowd. That chilly profile passed me by nonchalantly.
I muttered quietly to his back as he strode away from me.
I spat it out and added it casually.
Don't go.
I frowned, feeling like I was about to cry. Soon, he disappeared from view completely.
Seven years ago, the boy my mother gave me as a gift left me.
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