"Don't be afraid, Ravielli. At least I'm on your side. Shouldn't there be at least one person in the spacious Meyer mansion on your side?"
“...”
“So I brought you out under the pretext of that damn order.”
Ravielli lowered her head, avoiding Lucian's gaze.
They were just having a conversation, but her pulse was beating very fast.
“You don't have to trust me. No, don't trust me. Just use me.”
“...”
At Lucian's words, Ravielli raised her head again, which had been bowed slowly.
"Use me as much as you can. After all, I'm the Marquis's son. Isn't that right?"
“...”
"If you don't want to use me, just leave me by your side. Don't trust me, don't use me, just keep me by your side. What do you think? Isn't that bad?"
Lucian, who had been staring intently at Ravielli's face, changed his voice again.
The tone is soft, as if it is now time to comfort and soothe her.
“Yes, Ravielli. Actually, I brought you out under the pretext of that damned order.”
Lucian's eyes had a strange color, as if they were glowing even in the darkness.
“I have a question.”
Ravielli didn't ask what it was, but she didn't turn her head or flinch.
“I don’t know how this will sound. If it’s rude, I apologize first.”
“That’s not like you to be polite.”
Ravielli shot back sharply.
“My father said you couldn’t have children.”
“...”
“Having children... is that what you really want?”
Ravielli was speechless at Lucian's words.
Perhaps Theano had not been completely honest with Lucian.
Because applying the medicine to Ravielli's vagina was not to have a child, but because of her frigidity.
As she was contemplating whether to tell the truth, the man in front of her opened his mouth again.
“If you want to have children, I will help you.”
“...”
“But if that’s not the case.”
Ravielli, whose lips were quivering, took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
“I want it.”
Ravielli couldn't quite tell what she really wanted, whether it was the child Lucian Meyer spoke of or her consolation.
But her heart, which was crumbling endlessly, blurted out weak words like salvation without her knowing.
“So... please help me.”
In the darkness, Ravielli was breathing quietly.
The room was empty, Lucian went out, and she was alone in the isolated room.
'Why did I say something like that?'
Ravielli chewed her lip and rolled over onto her other side.
'Having children... is that something you really want?'
Lucian's words linger in his ears.
“...”
“So I brought you out under the pretext of that damn order.”
Ravielli lowered her head, avoiding Lucian's gaze.
They were just having a conversation, but her pulse was beating very fast.
“You don't have to trust me. No, don't trust me. Just use me.”
“...”
At Lucian's words, Ravielli raised her head again, which had been bowed slowly.
"Use me as much as you can. After all, I'm the Marquis's son. Isn't that right?"
“...”
"If you don't want to use me, just leave me by your side. Don't trust me, don't use me, just keep me by your side. What do you think? Isn't that bad?"
Lucian, who had been staring intently at Ravielli's face, changed his voice again.
The tone is soft, as if it is now time to comfort and soothe her.
“Yes, Ravielli. Actually, I brought you out under the pretext of that damned order.”
Lucian's eyes had a strange color, as if they were glowing even in the darkness.
“I have a question.”
Ravielli didn't ask what it was, but she didn't turn her head or flinch.
“I don’t know how this will sound. If it’s rude, I apologize first.”
“That’s not like you to be polite.”
Ravielli shot back sharply.
“My father said you couldn’t have children.”
“...”
“Having children... is that what you really want?”
Ravielli was speechless at Lucian's words.
Perhaps Theano had not been completely honest with Lucian.
Because applying the medicine to Ravielli's vagina was not to have a child, but because of her frigidity.
As she was contemplating whether to tell the truth, the man in front of her opened his mouth again.
“If you want to have children, I will help you.”
“...”
“But if that’s not the case.”
Ravielli, whose lips were quivering, took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
“I want it.”
Ravielli couldn't quite tell what she really wanted, whether it was the child Lucian Meyer spoke of or her consolation.
But her heart, which was crumbling endlessly, blurted out weak words like salvation without her knowing.
“So... please help me.”
***
In the darkness, Ravielli was breathing quietly.
The room was empty, Lucian went out, and she was alone in the isolated room.
'Why did I say something like that?'
Ravielli chewed her lip and rolled over onto her other side.
'Having children... is that something you really want?'
Lucian's words linger in his ears.
She knew Theano always wanted children, but not Ravielli.
Of course, until she first came to Theano's mansion, she dreamed of a happy family.
Her parents had passed away, and she didn't know if her only sibling was alive or dead, but she wanted to have hope.
Even though she didn't wish for a happy life, she wanted to live a life that was somehow like that.
It was also true that she wanted to rely on Theano's power to some extent.
She thought that if she were with Theano, she might be able to find a clue about her younger sister, who had been sold by his nanny.
If only she could, she wanted to find the poor child who might be wandering somewhere, leaning on him.
At the end of those thoughts, there was always her own family.
She hoped that she would be able to give birth to and raise cute children who resembled her, and that the wounds in her heart would be filled and healed little by little.
She had lost everything, but she dreamed that she might be able to live a normal life again.
Until the first night she entered the mansion, when Theano raped her.
After learning that Theano was a completely different person from his reputation, she became afraid of him.
She couldn't even imagine having children because every night was hell.
'If you want to have children, I'll help you.'
She wasn't sure what she really wanted, whether it was the child Lucian Meyer was talking about or his comfort.
Without realizing it, Ravielli told Lucian that she wanted a child and asked for his help.
'That was stupid.'
Is it because I've become too weak?
But her subsequent actions further embarrassed Ravielli.
Lucian waited a long time for Ravielli to calm down.
Then he carefully lifted her up, sat her down on the bed, and prepared some warm tea for her.
She thought that her somewhat passionate words and movements might have provoked the man.
Because it was an atmosphere where it wouldn't be strange if they just held each other.
But Lucian was not at all shaken and treated her as if she were a precious thing.
Then he went out, saying he would go and look into the horse.
'But.'
Then suddenly, Ravielli wondered what it would be like to actually have a child.
Having a child would free her from Theano's sadistic actions.
Just as an animal does not touch a pregnant woman,
'Yeah... maybe that'll be the solution. Maybe I won't have to go through these horrible things every night.'
As she thought about that, her heart started to race.
But is it really okay to have Theano's child?
'No... no. I really don't like it.'
Ravielli closed his eyes tightly again.
But strangely enough, at that moment, Lucian Meyer's clean face came to mind.
'What am I thinking now?'
Lucian was a young and attractive man.
She definitely wasn't emotionally attracted to him.
'Get rid of that stupid idea.'
Ravielli shuddered as she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.
In the meantime, the sound of the floor creaking could be heard in the distance, and then the door opened.
It was Lucian.
As soon as he entered, he checked the tea Ravielli had drunk and took off his coat.
Going to see the horse was probably just an excuse. He was probably waiting for Ravielli to calm down and calm down.
After a while, Lucian, who was getting ready for bed, approached Ravielli.
It seemed like he was going to apply the medicine as Theano had ordered.
“Lucian.”
When Lucian was fully on the bed, Ravielli called out to him in a small voice.
“I’m sorry about a little while ago.”
If she thinks about it, indeed, the situation improved somewhat thanks to that.
Because sometimes she could escape Theano's grasp and come out of the mansion like she did now.
Plus, she had some rude thoughts about him.
“That kind of reaction is natural. But... is this innkeeper, Eamon Gill, someone close to your father?”
Lucian asked about Eamon slyly.
“Yes, because he's the one who gives herbs to the Marquis.”
“Does someone who deals in herbal medicine also run an inn?”
Lucian looked up and asked, looking around the inn.
“Yes, Eamon does a lot of business here and there.”
Ravielli answered Lucian's questions without much hesitation.
“I see. I see he's running a pretty big business.”
Lucian nodded slowly.
“If what you say is true, he is a very busy person, so he cannot be concerned about the situation at the inn on the outskirts.”
Immediately after confirming that it was Eamon's inn, she was so excited that she couldn't think rationally.
But when she calmly recalled her memories, Eamon wasn't in Rotten at the time.
“I’m sorry. Come to think of it, that person isn’t at Rotten right now.”
“Did he go with my father?”
“No... He's going to Austria to see his wife.”
Eamon was a businessman, so he was eloquent and had a gentle smile. If you were not careful, you could easily mistake him for a decent person.
But Ravielli vividly remembered the day she first met him.
Eamon looked at Ravielli with eyes as if he were examining a prostitute.
She later overheard him say to the Marquis that he planned to find a blonde woman like Ravielli and marry her.
He said nothing else mattered.
He said he wanted a blonde beauty, but he would pay as much as he wanted.
Ravielli felt a slight chill at the thought of women being treated as mere objects.
“Then I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
Lucian chuckled, memorizing Eamon's name in his mind.
After a while of chatting in bed, Lucian rolled up his sleeves, as if to change the mood.
“Then now I will do what I have to do.”
“...”
As he carefully lifted the blanket, Ravielli's pale, thin legs were revealed underneath.
He could feel her nervousness, but it wasn't as fearful as before.
“Today won’t be so... bad.”
Lucian slowly sweeps his hand down from his knee.
Ravielli unconsciously shrugged her shoulders.
She couldn't tell if it was because of the cold air or the man's touch.
But it wasn't as bad as it was at first.
“Good. You seem quite comfortable today.”
Lucian's voice seeps through the gap between the spread legs.
Although she knew that long, straight fingers would soon enter, Ravielli simply took a deep breath and waited for Lucian to come next.
“One, two...”
Is it because she knows what will happen next?
Or maybe she just gotten used to this dangerous and strange man.
Although she couldn't explain it exactly, Ravielli decided to entrust her body to this man for now.
Of course, until she first came to Theano's mansion, she dreamed of a happy family.
Her parents had passed away, and she didn't know if her only sibling was alive or dead, but she wanted to have hope.
Even though she didn't wish for a happy life, she wanted to live a life that was somehow like that.
It was also true that she wanted to rely on Theano's power to some extent.
She thought that if she were with Theano, she might be able to find a clue about her younger sister, who had been sold by his nanny.
If only she could, she wanted to find the poor child who might be wandering somewhere, leaning on him.
At the end of those thoughts, there was always her own family.
She hoped that she would be able to give birth to and raise cute children who resembled her, and that the wounds in her heart would be filled and healed little by little.
She had lost everything, but she dreamed that she might be able to live a normal life again.
Until the first night she entered the mansion, when Theano raped her.
After learning that Theano was a completely different person from his reputation, she became afraid of him.
She couldn't even imagine having children because every night was hell.
'If you want to have children, I'll help you.'
She wasn't sure what she really wanted, whether it was the child Lucian Meyer was talking about or his comfort.
Without realizing it, Ravielli told Lucian that she wanted a child and asked for his help.
'That was stupid.'
Is it because I've become too weak?
But her subsequent actions further embarrassed Ravielli.
Lucian waited a long time for Ravielli to calm down.
Then he carefully lifted her up, sat her down on the bed, and prepared some warm tea for her.
She thought that her somewhat passionate words and movements might have provoked the man.
Because it was an atmosphere where it wouldn't be strange if they just held each other.
But Lucian was not at all shaken and treated her as if she were a precious thing.
Then he went out, saying he would go and look into the horse.
'But.'
Then suddenly, Ravielli wondered what it would be like to actually have a child.
Having a child would free her from Theano's sadistic actions.
Just as an animal does not touch a pregnant woman,
'Yeah... maybe that'll be the solution. Maybe I won't have to go through these horrible things every night.'
As she thought about that, her heart started to race.
But is it really okay to have Theano's child?
'No... no. I really don't like it.'
Ravielli closed his eyes tightly again.
But strangely enough, at that moment, Lucian Meyer's clean face came to mind.
'What am I thinking now?'
Lucian was a young and attractive man.
She definitely wasn't emotionally attracted to him.
'Get rid of that stupid idea.'
Ravielli shuddered as she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.
In the meantime, the sound of the floor creaking could be heard in the distance, and then the door opened.
It was Lucian.
As soon as he entered, he checked the tea Ravielli had drunk and took off his coat.
Going to see the horse was probably just an excuse. He was probably waiting for Ravielli to calm down and calm down.
After a while, Lucian, who was getting ready for bed, approached Ravielli.
It seemed like he was going to apply the medicine as Theano had ordered.
“Lucian.”
When Lucian was fully on the bed, Ravielli called out to him in a small voice.
“I’m sorry about a little while ago.”
If she thinks about it, indeed, the situation improved somewhat thanks to that.
Because sometimes she could escape Theano's grasp and come out of the mansion like she did now.
Plus, she had some rude thoughts about him.
“That kind of reaction is natural. But... is this innkeeper, Eamon Gill, someone close to your father?”
Lucian asked about Eamon slyly.
“Yes, because he's the one who gives herbs to the Marquis.”
“Does someone who deals in herbal medicine also run an inn?”
Lucian looked up and asked, looking around the inn.
“Yes, Eamon does a lot of business here and there.”
Ravielli answered Lucian's questions without much hesitation.
“I see. I see he's running a pretty big business.”
“Yes... I hear he has such a wide network that he can easily bring back even rare herbs that are hard to come by.”
“If what you say is true, he is a very busy person, so he cannot be concerned about the situation at the inn on the outskirts.”
Immediately after confirming that it was Eamon's inn, she was so excited that she couldn't think rationally.
But when she calmly recalled her memories, Eamon wasn't in Rotten at the time.
“I’m sorry. Come to think of it, that person isn’t at Rotten right now.”
“Did he go with my father?”
“No... He's going to Austria to see his wife.”
Eamon was a businessman, so he was eloquent and had a gentle smile. If you were not careful, you could easily mistake him for a decent person.
But Ravielli vividly remembered the day she first met him.
Eamon looked at Ravielli with eyes as if he were examining a prostitute.
She later overheard him say to the Marquis that he planned to find a blonde woman like Ravielli and marry her.
He said nothing else mattered.
He said he wanted a blonde beauty, but he would pay as much as he wanted.
Ravielli felt a slight chill at the thought of women being treated as mere objects.
“Then I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
Lucian chuckled, memorizing Eamon's name in his mind.
After a while of chatting in bed, Lucian rolled up his sleeves, as if to change the mood.
“Then now I will do what I have to do.”
“...”
As he carefully lifted the blanket, Ravielli's pale, thin legs were revealed underneath.
He could feel her nervousness, but it wasn't as fearful as before.
“Today won’t be so... bad.”
Lucian slowly sweeps his hand down from his knee.
Ravielli unconsciously shrugged her shoulders.
She couldn't tell if it was because of the cold air or the man's touch.
But it wasn't as bad as it was at first.
“Good. You seem quite comfortable today.”
Lucian's voice seeps through the gap between the spread legs.
Although she knew that long, straight fingers would soon enter, Ravielli simply took a deep breath and waited for Lucian to come next.
“One, two...”
Is it because she knows what will happen next?
Or maybe she just gotten used to this dangerous and strange man.
Although she couldn't explain it exactly, Ravielli decided to entrust her body to this man for now.
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