86. Kalista's Mistake
The door opened, and Asherad came in. As the dark room opened, the solid line of light gradually grew thicker. The sound of neat, stepping steps could be heard. Daphne moved as if to welcome the man who had entered. Her footsteps were heavy, as if they were made of iron.
“Have you been waiting long?”
Asherad smiled coolly. His face, against the light beam, shone beautifully like the sun god. Smiles were not something to be exchanged. But Asherad seemed to be in a good mood. He touched Daphne's hair and kissed it.
Daphne looked at the man without moving. She approached him and kissed him. The sloshing sound of their lips touching each other rang in her ears. Asherad hugged Daphne’s waist as she stood on her heels and swayed precariously.
The man and woman kissed passionately for a long time. However, neither Asherad nor Daphne looked happy. It was natural. How could an imprisoned prisoner and a guard get along?
Daphne reached out and unbuttoned his buttons. A hot, firm body was revealed. She kissed his thick chest muscles. Red marks appeared on his light brown skin. Daphne noticed that his breathing had become faster at some point.
As Asherad, who was holding Daphne, tightened his arms, she could feel his heartbeat. Feeling the warmth, Daphne thought. Why is he holding her for so long?
Daphne reached out and took off Asherad's clothes.
The process of the man and woman forming a relationship was too natural.
On the bed, trapped in Asherad's arms, Daphne couldn't help but let out a sweet moan. She was so used to being in a relationship with him. They had been having sex ever since she was a maid.
Daphne's body also shook at his gesture. Soon, his gesture became more violent. Asherad hugged Daphne tightly and broke her.
He let out a heavy breath and looked at Daphne. There was no sweet emotion in his gaze toward the lover he had shared. There was only hatred, hatred, hatred. Hatred. He stroked Daphne's wet hair with his large hands.
“You really hug me well.”
“...”
“To someone you hate so much.”
Daphne hugged him without saying anything. As Daphne gasped for breath, Asherad kissed her neck. She flinched at the tickling sensation.
It was nice to feel flesh rubbing against flesh.
However, it was also an act of painfully realizing that it was going back to the beginning again. Just like back then, when Daphne had found out the truth, when they had been captured and entangled as soon as they returned from the battlefield, it was a series of relationships that were overflowing with affection but dry, hot, and cold at the same time.
When Daphne did not meet his eyes, Asherad looked at her quietly and then got up from his seat. Daphne did not even turn her head. For a moment, his mind was twisted, but he stared at his woman, who was quietly closing her eyes.
Soon, Daphne's body sagged. At the same time, a rustling sound was heard. She had fallen asleep. Asherad held Daphne tightly.
“Good night.”
There was no movement even at Asherad's muttering. If it were before, she would have woken up with a start, but she was exhausted from the intense lovemaking for several days, so there was no response.
Suddenly, her bare shoulders looked cold. Asherad reached out and covered her with a thin blanket, then tucked her flowing hair behind her ears.
'Your Majesty.'
Suddenly, he remembered the shabby maid who had smiled brightly at him. He thought that she was everything in life, and she would gladly kneel before him and worship him...
But the woman is not looking at him now.
Asherad felt suffocated and got up from his seat. Now was the only time he could caress her affectionately. Asherad let out a low breath as he looked at this impudent person.
Ioannis entered the room and paused. There was not a single light on in the room, and only the bright yellow moonlight illuminated him.
Ioannis frowned slightly at the sour smell of alcohol that filled the room.
“Drink in moderation.”
He looked at Asherad, who was drinking. He was wearing only a shirt and trousers, and it seemed as if he had lost all of the prestige of an Emperor.
Asherad had lived his life without any problems, without any faults. But now, he was broken somewhere.
“Ioannis. Sit down.”
“...”
Ioannis sat down across from him. Asherad's eyes were wide open. He looked at the moonlight and chuckled to himself. Ioannis spoke stiffly about that action.
“Stop drinking...”
“You drink too. That’s why I called you.”
Asherad took out a glass and poured some wine. Ioannis sighed and drank it.
“What happened?”
"No."
“...”
“No, I think I’m going crazy.”
Asherad, who had never once said such a thing in a situation that would have made anyone crazy, said that he was going crazy now that everything had returned to its original state.
He know why.
It's because of Daphne.
Asherad smirked as he looked at his glass.
“It seemed like we were calling each other by name.”
“...What is that.”
"She called your name when you killed that maid.”
The mood changed in an instant at those words. Asherad looked at Ioannis with his face free of smiles.
“Daphne, does she like you?”
“That won’t happen.”
“Or do you like her?”
Ioannis said nothing. At that moment, the glass in Asherad's hand cracked.
“Asherad!”
Ioannis looked at Asherad's hand. The wound had only recently healed. The wound had burst open, and blood was gushing out through the bandage.
“That won’t happen!”
Ioannis looked at the hand and shouted. Asherad spoke with a distorted face at that desperate face.
“Yeah, I don’t think you’ll do that.”
"Yes."
“I feel like I’m going to die.”
He spoke breathlessly. He had no regrets, but he was despairing.
“Why, even if I have it in my hand, it doesn’t feel like I have it? Why, why?”
“...”
“I... have to go with Daphne.”
As soon as he realized his love, Asherad felt an overwhelming surge of emotions. The moment he decided to get married, he seemed happy. The moment he found himself at the ball, he was overwhelmed.
“I can't.”
If Daphne had continued to be cold to him, he would have thought that was her personality. However, seeing Daphne's worship of Asherad and her happily smiling face made her feel even more agitated.
“Take care of Miss Daphne as much as possible. Treat her the best.”
“...”
“If you want to see her smile again, that’s the only way.”
Some relationships start off wrong. However, Ioannis couldn't say that when he saw Asherad's desperate face.
“Help me.”
With a dangerous look on his face, Asherad asked Ioannis for help. Asherad had never asked for help even once.
“You are different from me, you are not crazy like me.”
It was pitiful to see him ask for help while bending his pride. Ioannis was weak towards Asherad.
It was too weak.
But the problem is that Asherad knows it all too well.
"I get it."
Asherad looked relieved as he listened to Ioannis' answer.
“So, that’s enough drinking.”
When Ioannis tried to dissuade him, Asherad nodded. Ioannis pulled the rope and summoned his attendant.
“Bring me a bandage.”
Asherad's face flashed with madness as he watched him talking to his attendant. A smile appeared on his red lips.
Daphne looked at the flowers that had arrived since morning, indifferently. Asherad began to give flowers to Daphne. He also brought not only Sarah but also other maids.
They were submissive to Daphne and were respectful to her. Asherad had obsessively forbidden her from going out, but even that restriction was lifted.
Well, she had no intention of running away now.
She would be caught by Asherad anyway. She couldn't escape alone. If she were caught, he would kill everyone who helped her escape and laugh while covered in blood.
The spring garden was beautiful, but neither the colorful flowers nor the bright blue sky were inspiring.
Anyway, if she continues like this, she'll have a relationship with Asherad, get tired of it, fall asleep, start a late day, and sleep with him again.
Daphne decided not to think about her future. She knew that Asherad would do whatever he wanted anyway. She had no say in her life.
As she walked through the central garden, she heard a commotion. She saw a fancy parasol. She looked at the person in front and saw a blonde with red hair. It was Kalista.
When Kalista looked this way, their eyes met. She ran straight here.
Just when she thought Kalista's gaze was fierce, she felt a huge shock on her cheek. Kalista had slapped her.
“This damn thing!”
“...”
“Are you trying to take His Majesty away from me?!”
Kalista suddenly pushed her. Daphne, who hadn't expected her, fell down immediately. Kalista's eyes were bloodshot.
“You bitch! You vixen!”
“...”
“You’re spreading your legs for Asherad! You shouldn’t have done that for me! You’re not in your right mind!”
Kalista's anger was beyond imagination. When Daphne did not resist, Kalista took off her shoe and hit her. The thin heel hit her head, and it felt like it was stabbing her.
“Lady Daphne!”
“Lady Daphne!”
This time, Daphne smiled bitterly as she looked at the maids who were feeling sorry. She felt a warm sensation, and her vision became blurred. Daphne accepted Kalista's violence without resistance. It would be more correct to tell the truth that Asherad did not let her go.
Then, a voice was heard.
“What are you doing?”
A voice that sounded like it was being suppressed was heard. Daphne looked helplessly at her shoes. She moved her head and raised her gaze, and saw Asherad.
The door opened, and Asherad came in. As the dark room opened, the solid line of light gradually grew thicker. The sound of neat, stepping steps could be heard. Daphne moved as if to welcome the man who had entered. Her footsteps were heavy, as if they were made of iron.
“Have you been waiting long?”
Asherad smiled coolly. His face, against the light beam, shone beautifully like the sun god. Smiles were not something to be exchanged. But Asherad seemed to be in a good mood. He touched Daphne's hair and kissed it.
Daphne looked at the man without moving. She approached him and kissed him. The sloshing sound of their lips touching each other rang in her ears. Asherad hugged Daphne’s waist as she stood on her heels and swayed precariously.
The man and woman kissed passionately for a long time. However, neither Asherad nor Daphne looked happy. It was natural. How could an imprisoned prisoner and a guard get along?
Daphne reached out and unbuttoned his buttons. A hot, firm body was revealed. She kissed his thick chest muscles. Red marks appeared on his light brown skin. Daphne noticed that his breathing had become faster at some point.
As Asherad, who was holding Daphne, tightened his arms, she could feel his heartbeat. Feeling the warmth, Daphne thought. Why is he holding her for so long?
Daphne reached out and took off Asherad's clothes.
The process of the man and woman forming a relationship was too natural.
On the bed, trapped in Asherad's arms, Daphne couldn't help but let out a sweet moan. She was so used to being in a relationship with him. They had been having sex ever since she was a maid.
Daphne's body also shook at his gesture. Soon, his gesture became more violent. Asherad hugged Daphne tightly and broke her.
He let out a heavy breath and looked at Daphne. There was no sweet emotion in his gaze toward the lover he had shared. There was only hatred, hatred, hatred. Hatred. He stroked Daphne's wet hair with his large hands.
“You really hug me well.”
“...”
“To someone you hate so much.”
Daphne hugged him without saying anything. As Daphne gasped for breath, Asherad kissed her neck. She flinched at the tickling sensation.
It was nice to feel flesh rubbing against flesh.
However, it was also an act of painfully realizing that it was going back to the beginning again. Just like back then, when Daphne had found out the truth, when they had been captured and entangled as soon as they returned from the battlefield, it was a series of relationships that were overflowing with affection but dry, hot, and cold at the same time.
When Daphne did not meet his eyes, Asherad looked at her quietly and then got up from his seat. Daphne did not even turn her head. For a moment, his mind was twisted, but he stared at his woman, who was quietly closing her eyes.
Soon, Daphne's body sagged. At the same time, a rustling sound was heard. She had fallen asleep. Asherad held Daphne tightly.
“Good night.”
There was no movement even at Asherad's muttering. If it were before, she would have woken up with a start, but she was exhausted from the intense lovemaking for several days, so there was no response.
Suddenly, her bare shoulders looked cold. Asherad reached out and covered her with a thin blanket, then tucked her flowing hair behind her ears.
'Your Majesty.'
Suddenly, he remembered the shabby maid who had smiled brightly at him. He thought that she was everything in life, and she would gladly kneel before him and worship him...
But the woman is not looking at him now.
Asherad felt suffocated and got up from his seat. Now was the only time he could caress her affectionately. Asherad let out a low breath as he looked at this impudent person.
***
Ioannis entered the room and paused. There was not a single light on in the room, and only the bright yellow moonlight illuminated him.
Ioannis frowned slightly at the sour smell of alcohol that filled the room.
“Drink in moderation.”
He looked at Asherad, who was drinking. He was wearing only a shirt and trousers, and it seemed as if he had lost all of the prestige of an Emperor.
Asherad had lived his life without any problems, without any faults. But now, he was broken somewhere.
“Ioannis. Sit down.”
“...”
Ioannis sat down across from him. Asherad's eyes were wide open. He looked at the moonlight and chuckled to himself. Ioannis spoke stiffly about that action.
“Stop drinking...”
“You drink too. That’s why I called you.”
Asherad took out a glass and poured some wine. Ioannis sighed and drank it.
“What happened?”
"No."
“...”
“No, I think I’m going crazy.”
Asherad, who had never once said such a thing in a situation that would have made anyone crazy, said that he was going crazy now that everything had returned to its original state.
He know why.
It's because of Daphne.
Asherad smirked as he looked at his glass.
“It seemed like we were calling each other by name.”
“...What is that.”
"She called your name when you killed that maid.”
The mood changed in an instant at those words. Asherad looked at Ioannis with his face free of smiles.
“Daphne, does she like you?”
“That won’t happen.”
“Or do you like her?”
Ioannis said nothing. At that moment, the glass in Asherad's hand cracked.
“Asherad!”
Ioannis looked at Asherad's hand. The wound had only recently healed. The wound had burst open, and blood was gushing out through the bandage.
“That won’t happen!”
Ioannis looked at the hand and shouted. Asherad spoke with a distorted face at that desperate face.
“Yeah, I don’t think you’ll do that.”
"Yes."
“I feel like I’m going to die.”
He spoke breathlessly. He had no regrets, but he was despairing.
“Why, even if I have it in my hand, it doesn’t feel like I have it? Why, why?”
“...”
“I... have to go with Daphne.”
As soon as he realized his love, Asherad felt an overwhelming surge of emotions. The moment he decided to get married, he seemed happy. The moment he found himself at the ball, he was overwhelmed.
“I can't.”
If Daphne had continued to be cold to him, he would have thought that was her personality. However, seeing Daphne's worship of Asherad and her happily smiling face made her feel even more agitated.
“Take care of Miss Daphne as much as possible. Treat her the best.”
“...”
“If you want to see her smile again, that’s the only way.”
Some relationships start off wrong. However, Ioannis couldn't say that when he saw Asherad's desperate face.
“Help me.”
With a dangerous look on his face, Asherad asked Ioannis for help. Asherad had never asked for help even once.
“You are different from me, you are not crazy like me.”
It was pitiful to see him ask for help while bending his pride. Ioannis was weak towards Asherad.
It was too weak.
But the problem is that Asherad knows it all too well.
"I get it."
Asherad looked relieved as he listened to Ioannis' answer.
“So, that’s enough drinking.”
When Ioannis tried to dissuade him, Asherad nodded. Ioannis pulled the rope and summoned his attendant.
“Bring me a bandage.”
Asherad's face flashed with madness as he watched him talking to his attendant. A smile appeared on his red lips.
***
Daphne looked at the flowers that had arrived since morning, indifferently. Asherad began to give flowers to Daphne. He also brought not only Sarah but also other maids.
They were submissive to Daphne and were respectful to her. Asherad had obsessively forbidden her from going out, but even that restriction was lifted.
Well, she had no intention of running away now.
She would be caught by Asherad anyway. She couldn't escape alone. If she were caught, he would kill everyone who helped her escape and laugh while covered in blood.
The spring garden was beautiful, but neither the colorful flowers nor the bright blue sky were inspiring.
Anyway, if she continues like this, she'll have a relationship with Asherad, get tired of it, fall asleep, start a late day, and sleep with him again.
Daphne decided not to think about her future. She knew that Asherad would do whatever he wanted anyway. She had no say in her life.
As she walked through the central garden, she heard a commotion. She saw a fancy parasol. She looked at the person in front and saw a blonde with red hair. It was Kalista.
When Kalista looked this way, their eyes met. She ran straight here.
Just when she thought Kalista's gaze was fierce, she felt a huge shock on her cheek. Kalista had slapped her.
“This damn thing!”
“...”
“Are you trying to take His Majesty away from me?!”
Kalista suddenly pushed her. Daphne, who hadn't expected her, fell down immediately. Kalista's eyes were bloodshot.
“You bitch! You vixen!”
“...”
“You’re spreading your legs for Asherad! You shouldn’t have done that for me! You’re not in your right mind!”
Kalista's anger was beyond imagination. When Daphne did not resist, Kalista took off her shoe and hit her. The thin heel hit her head, and it felt like it was stabbing her.
“Lady Daphne!”
“Lady Daphne!”
This time, Daphne smiled bitterly as she looked at the maids who were feeling sorry. She felt a warm sensation, and her vision became blurred. Daphne accepted Kalista's violence without resistance. It would be more correct to tell the truth that Asherad did not let her go.
Then, a voice was heard.
“What are you doing?”
A voice that sounded like it was being suppressed was heard. Daphne looked helplessly at her shoes. She moved her head and raised her gaze, and saw Asherad.
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