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“That would be rather difficult, Your Highness.” I'm already in the Emperor's bad books for siding with the Prince. Meeting with Fiogen would only worsen his displeasure. As Delkart averted his gaze, the Prince's red eyes flashed. “Are you defying Fiogen?” Delkart sighed inwardly. The usual Prince Karta would have said, ‘Are you defying me?’ His current phrasing implied his annoyance stemmed from Delkart's refusal to meet with Fiogen. Delkart, the Duke, stifled another sigh and reluctantly…- 39.4 K • Ongoing
- *** Balls were frequent occurrences in Fiogen’s kingdom. Contrary to her expectations, the kingdom’s balls were small affairs. But this…this was on a different scale entirely. The overwhelming grandeur of the decorations bordered on oppressive. From the delicate lace to the overpowering floral scent, it was almost too much. Sunlight streamed through the windows, dazzling her eyes. As they walked down the hallway to the ballroom, Fiogen kept looking around. Flowers were rarely used for…
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- “Hm?” “It’s a beautiful gown, Your Highness, but I’m worried it isn’t suitable for the ball.” Fiogen’s face hardened at the head maid’s words. The maid’s expression was markedly different from before. It wasn't a dress Fiogen had chosen to impress anyone, so she couldn't help but frown. “How about these shoes, Your Highness? They’re made with shimmering opals.” “I told you I hate heavy things.” Fiogen’s brow furrowed. Just then, the door opened and Karta…
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A screech of metal, followed by a thud, announced the opening of the rusty iron door. A powerfully built man filled the doorway. The Labyrinth's creator. Ruby started to rise, but Diana pressed down on his shoulder. "Stay calm, Ruby. I'll handle this." A ragged breath escaped him. Leaning down, she whispered in his ear, "There's nothing you can do right now. Trust me, and wait, no matter what happens." Ruby clenched his hand, his head bowed to the cold floor. He didn't reply, but she trusted he…- 32.0 K • Ongoing
- The thick needle repeatedly pierced Ruby’s thigh, eliciting cries with each puncture. Diana continued, her face impassive. Mone watched, unmoving. The needle, now dulled with flesh and blood, slipped across Ruby’s skin. Diana tossed the syringe aside, her hand trembling from the excessive force. “Mone, leave us.” “You’re finished already?” “No. The interrogation begins now.” “Is there a reason I can’t be present?” “To prevent Ruby from using you as an excuse. And…
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- Mone hesitated, as if given an unpleasant order, staring at Diana before slowly withdrawing his hand. Ruby Scarlet, still bound to the bed, made no attempt to rise even with one less restraint. His breathing was even, and unlike before, he seemed calmer, no longer repeating words unnecessarily. Diana approached the bed, her gaze carefully studying Ruby. “Ruby, who am I?” “Your Imperial Majesty.” Mone, who had been standing guard, snorted, arms crossed and posture defiant. His stance seemed…
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People constantly compared Solid and Anita, criticizing the Woodridge family’s shortsightedness. “Will anyone even glance her way when she’s beside a Medesia? I think the Woodridges have effectively relegated themselves to the shadows.” Miss Anita Woodridge wasn’t considered a beauty by any standard, always clad in dark, high-necked dresses. She resembled a governess more than a debutante. “Is this the Woodridge family's choice, or Miss Woodridge’s own stubbornness?” people…- 41.7 K • Ongoing
- “Are you alright, Sophie?” “Yes, of course. Just a little dizzy.” “Are you still having trouble sleeping? Are you taking your medicine?” Sleep? Medicine? Sophia was confused. When had she mentioned her sleep to him? And what medicine? Then she remembered the small blue bottle the maid brought her each night, filled with a colorless, odorless liquid. She’d thought it was for the smell. For sleep? “I’m taking it. And I’m sleeping well.” She hadn’t realized it, but it…
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- The Duke savored the silence, the shift of control, a slight smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, the picture of casual dominance. Sophia, meanwhile, was torn between the urge to flee and the desperate hope that she could somehow snatch the letter back before he read it. Even in her imagination, though, she was powerless. She knew he wouldn't relinquish this small victory. “To Carl,” he began, the rustle of unfolding paper accompanying his smooth voice. Sophia wanted to…
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First? Cairn's first? Hadn't he said he'd been in many relationships? Lilian was bewildered, faced with this unexpected truth. What had this perfectly healthy man been doing all this time if he hadn't even kissed anyone? He spent all his time riding, hunting, and studying—clearly neglecting the essential experiences of youth. Lilian quickly calculated how much he might charge her for compensation for her stolen first kiss. Her world revolved around "money, books, and kisses" these days, so her thoughts…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
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