Night came to Meyer as always.
Ravielli, sitting alone in the bedroom, was swallowing with difficulty the advice Theano had left her that afternoon.
“From tonight onwards, my son Lucian Meyer will take my place.”
Ravielli understood nothing of what Theano said.
“Your son?”
He brought Lucian into the mansion to keep him from becoming a nuisance, but she believed that he would at least not be acknowledged as her son.
“That’s what happened.”
"But."
Of course, she couldn't say anything more. Ravielli quietly closed her mouth again.
“Do you know what it means for my son to take my place?”
She couldn't answer anything.
She thought it couldn't be true, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"But."
“There’s nothing I can do. I feel bad about leaving the child here, but there’s no other way.”
Ravielli bit her lip, clutched the hem of her skirt, and struggled to utter a word.
“It would be better after the Marquis returns.”
“No, that won’t do.”
Theano shook his head vigorously.
First of all, the ingredients Midwife Jerez asked him to prepare weren't easily obtainable, even with money. Furthermore, even if he had to make the potion again—
"However, you must not miss a single day. If you do, the effect will be lost. Also, you must not rely on a maid's help. It must be done by a man. Your Grace's help is absolutely essential."
Theano blindly believed Jerez's words.
“Have you forgotten what Jerez said? He said that every single day, without fail, must be done without fail.”
Ravielli shook her head, her arms trembling.
"No. No. No. You don't completely believe that he's your son, do you?"
“There’s no way. Do you think now would be a good time for me?”
He may not be a trustworthy man.
She urged him to think of the countless people who had suddenly appeared and tried to harm the Marquis, and asked if they could start over after returning from Austria.
But Theano was adamant.
What was the point of putting a finger in a place where you couldn't feel anything anyway and applying medicine?
Ravielli's resistance was completely futile. It only confirmed that he didn't truly respect her.
"Phew..."
Ravielli closed the book she was reading and sighed.
It was as if the will to live, which had been lost until the Marquis announced that he was leaving the mansion, was blooming again.
The thought of having to spread her legs every night in front of a man whose hometown she didn't even know and who gave off a strange vibe was unbearable.
It was when she was looking out the window, which was shrouded in darkness, feeling depressed.
Knock knock.
Ravielli turned her head at the sound of a knock on the door, and the door opened, and a very tall man walked in.
She already knows why Lucian came.
She thought she had been mentally prepared all day from the moment Theano left, but when she actually faced him, she couldn't stop her whole body from trembling.
Lucian, who slowly emerged from the darkness, spoke first.
“You don’t look well.”
“...”
“I told you to lie down, Ravielli.”
The man approached slowly, his voice languid.
Ravielli's room was neat and calm.
“We have work to do.”
“I know what the Marquis asked you to do. But... I don’t want to do it.”
He had some idea of how Ravielli would react, but he had no intention of backing down.
“Ravielli, you misunderstand.”
Lucian slowly approached, pushing through the heavy atmosphere that had settled in the room.
“What the Marquis did when he went to the temple was not a favor.”
“...”
“It’s an order.”
The man, who had climbed into bed without realizing it, added strength to his last words.
"Don't be afraid. I'm just following my father's orders. And I think you're just following them, too."
Lucian laid Ravielli down flat and began to caress her skirt as if he was straightening it.
“If I do this job well, my status with my father might change a little.”
“Lucian, please.”
“So, Ravielli, please forgive my rudeness.”
That was the extent of the conversation.
At that moment, she was feeling uneasy because she could no longer hear the man's voice.
A cool breeze ran down her calves, and soon her skirt was lifted up to her thighs.
With nothing else to do, Ravielli simply clutched the sheet and bit her molars.
She lay down with all her strength relaxed, waiting for his movements.
Lucian carefully grasped her thighs and slowly spread them apart. He could hear her breathing becoming labored, but thankfully, she didn't resist.
Maybe it's because giving up has become the norm.
He thought she was quite tight and applied some thick oil to his first finger.
“I’ll take it slow.”
He started to enter, wetting the flesh.
In fact, it was closer to being affectionately caressed, but Ravielli had a hard time holding back the shame.
“One, two, three...”
Time passed terribly slowly in Ravielli's room.
Ravielli, sitting alone in the bedroom, was swallowing with difficulty the advice Theano had left her that afternoon.
“From tonight onwards, my son Lucian Meyer will take my place.”
Ravielli understood nothing of what Theano said.
“Your son?”
He brought Lucian into the mansion to keep him from becoming a nuisance, but she believed that he would at least not be acknowledged as her son.
“That’s what happened.”
"But."
Of course, she couldn't say anything more. Ravielli quietly closed her mouth again.
“Do you know what it means for my son to take my place?”
She couldn't answer anything.
She thought it couldn't be true, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"But."
“There’s nothing I can do. I feel bad about leaving the child here, but there’s no other way.”
Ravielli bit her lip, clutched the hem of her skirt, and struggled to utter a word.
“It would be better after the Marquis returns.”
“No, that won’t do.”
Theano shook his head vigorously.
First of all, the ingredients Midwife Jerez asked him to prepare weren't easily obtainable, even with money. Furthermore, even if he had to make the potion again—
"However, you must not miss a single day. If you do, the effect will be lost. Also, you must not rely on a maid's help. It must be done by a man. Your Grace's help is absolutely essential."
Theano blindly believed Jerez's words.
“Have you forgotten what Jerez said? He said that every single day, without fail, must be done without fail.”
Ravielli shook her head, her arms trembling.
"No. No. No. You don't completely believe that he's your son, do you?"
“There’s no way. Do you think now would be a good time for me?”
He may not be a trustworthy man.
She urged him to think of the countless people who had suddenly appeared and tried to harm the Marquis, and asked if they could start over after returning from Austria.
But Theano was adamant.
What was the point of putting a finger in a place where you couldn't feel anything anyway and applying medicine?
Ravielli's resistance was completely futile. It only confirmed that he didn't truly respect her.
"Phew..."
Ravielli closed the book she was reading and sighed.
It was as if the will to live, which had been lost until the Marquis announced that he was leaving the mansion, was blooming again.
The thought of having to spread her legs every night in front of a man whose hometown she didn't even know and who gave off a strange vibe was unbearable.
It was when she was looking out the window, which was shrouded in darkness, feeling depressed.
Knock knock.
Ravielli turned her head at the sound of a knock on the door, and the door opened, and a very tall man walked in.
She already knows why Lucian came.
She thought she had been mentally prepared all day from the moment Theano left, but when she actually faced him, she couldn't stop her whole body from trembling.
Lucian, who slowly emerged from the darkness, spoke first.
“You don’t look well.”
“...”
“I told you to lie down, Ravielli.”
The man approached slowly, his voice languid.
Ravielli's room was neat and calm.
“We have work to do.”
“I know what the Marquis asked you to do. But... I don’t want to do it.”
He had some idea of how Ravielli would react, but he had no intention of backing down.
“Ravielli, you misunderstand.”
Lucian slowly approached, pushing through the heavy atmosphere that had settled in the room.
“What the Marquis did when he went to the temple was not a favor.”
“...”
“It’s an order.”
The man, who had climbed into bed without realizing it, added strength to his last words.
"Don't be afraid. I'm just following my father's orders. And I think you're just following them, too."
Lucian laid Ravielli down flat and began to caress her skirt as if he was straightening it.
“If I do this job well, my status with my father might change a little.”
“Lucian, please.”
“So, Ravielli, please forgive my rudeness.”
That was the extent of the conversation.
At that moment, she was feeling uneasy because she could no longer hear the man's voice.
A cool breeze ran down her calves, and soon her skirt was lifted up to her thighs.
With nothing else to do, Ravielli simply clutched the sheet and bit her molars.
She lay down with all her strength relaxed, waiting for his movements.
Lucian carefully grasped her thighs and slowly spread them apart. He could hear her breathing becoming labored, but thankfully, she didn't resist.
Maybe it's because giving up has become the norm.
He thought she was quite tight and applied some thick oil to his first finger.
“I’ll take it slow.”
He started to enter, wetting the flesh.
In fact, it was closer to being affectionately caressed, but Ravielli had a hard time holding back the shame.
“One, two, three...”
Time passed terribly slowly in Ravielli's room.
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