duck
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Chapters 214
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Come to think of it, it was strange that these had been left in the storeroom. Ellie quickened her pace to catch up with Daniel. “These must be plated, right?” “Of course.” Daniel jiggled the dust-covered crate. Ellie pursed her lips. Perhaps Baron Meyers, but silver-plated cutlery for the Countess? It doesn’t seem right. Despite the maids’ questions and grumbling, the work continued. After carrying the crates to the servants' dining room, they began preparing to clean the silverware.…- 27.2 K • Ongoing
- The dim storeroom, devoid of windows, was thick with dust motes and the musty odor of mildew. Maids scurried between haphazardly stacked boxes, their lamps casting fleeting beams as they checked the contents, their search so far fruitless. “Any luck?” “No.” The maid who answered yanked a dust sheet from a pile of forgotten belongings, sending up a cloud of dust that triggered a chorus of coughs. Ellie gently opened the box in front of her. Inside, a jumble of shoes lay nestled,…
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"Okay!" He sat on the stool, tilting his chin down slightly to look at her. Lilian shifted to the edge of the bed, lifting herself up. "Stay still. I'll take care of everything.” Lilian stepped off the bed and gently cupped Cairn's cheeks. Their two blue eyes met and shimmered together. “R-Ready?” He nodded slightly. Taking a deep breath, she slowly brought her lips to his. Her heart pounded as their soft lips touched. The moment she parted her lips slightly and nibbled on his lower…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
- “The two of you are still as close as siblings.” Lady Ashton, watching the two walk away, was the first to speak, as always. “You’ve grown up together since childhood, haven’t you? Your father, Count de Vermore, and the Prince—ah, I should say, the Grand Duke of Headington now—were exceptionally close.” “When Lord Headington approached just now, I thought the famously handsome prince had grown young again. Cairn Etienne Headington is the spitting image of his father.” “He's…
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- The warm sunlight illuminated Eisen's golden hair. Her navy blue court dress, with its classic beauty, suited her perfectly. This style of dress would surely become fashionable simply because Eisen wore it. “Miss Frederick Eisen will be the beautiful flower of society.” “She’s already the Empire’s crimson rose.” Lilian lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers. She knew comparing herself to others was a bad habit, but she couldn't help feeling inadequate next to Eisen, who…
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- On a day bathed in the warm spring sun, with a gentle breeze whispering through the air, Lilian de Vermore's story was about to turn a new page. Ladies, with elegant gestures, lifted their teacups, engaging in polite conversation. It was then that the gossipy Lady Ashton opened the door to a rather scandalous topic. “Have you read Clarice's new novel?” Lilian de Vermore, picking at a walnut tart beneath a large parasol, blushed. “Of course! It certainly didn't disappoint.” A…
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- As Cairn raised himself up, she saw the two pendulous sacs attached to his impressive member. They reminded Lilian of ripe, soft peaches. Peaches that tasted best when bruised and overripe. The thought made her mouth water. While Lilian was momentarily distracted, Cairn spread her thighs wide and positioned himself between them. He guided his tip to what he assumed was her entrance. He pushed forward slightly. “Ah! Cairn! I don’t think that’s it!” Lilian cried out, realizing something was…
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- “Um… Cairn. Will you grant my wish this time too?” Outside the window, double cherry blossoms were in full bloom, marking the late spring of Baltan. “Yes, Lilian. Anything.” Quiet, fine raindrops diligently brought down the blossoms. With each delicate, overlapping petal that fell away, Lilian’s hidden inner self slowly revealed itself. “Then, first, hold me.” At Lilian's confident request, Cairn sat on the edge of the bed and awkwardly pulled her into his…
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Each harboring their own thoughts, they slowly made their way to the mansion’s main entrance. The Beaufort sisters received the same warm farewell from the Grand Ducal family as their welcome. This time, Evan personally escorted them. Flora's gaze, as she watched him, was icy. It grew even colder when she saw the particular tenderness in Evan's expression as he held Vivian’s hand. Evan, perceptive as he was, didn’t miss the chill. He sighed inwardly. She’s still incredibly sensitive when it comes…- 35.3 K • Ongoing
- Hugo quietly swallowed his anger. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that Flora was standing before him. These nobles of the Empire have the patience of a gnat. Letters from other families, not just the Grand Duke's, piled up almost daily. The Duke was grinding his teeth and burning them all, yet the nobles acted as if the word "give up" didn't exist in their vocabulary. They persistently sent missives and pestered him every time he went to the Imperial Palace. I suppose the Grand Duchy isn’t easy…
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