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“I’ll take her as a reward for conquering the Kingdom of Baoloradrem.” Publicly, it would be a reward bestowed by the Emperor. In reality, even the Emperor had lost the princess to Karta. He’d wanted Fiogen Lorecia dead, believing the eradication of the entire royal family would prevent rebellion. He believed war was the only way to ensure his safety. However, Karta Helseiro was a man who took what he wanted. Forcibly taking Fiogen from him now could mean losing the Crown Prince, whom he still…- 39.4 K • Ongoing
- “...You knew I would come here?” The man’s voice was laced with tension. Steam escaped through the crack in the door he’d left ajar. Fiogen removed her pipe and smiled faintly. She had known, but the Fiogen of the original story wouldn’t have, so there was nothing to say. Rising from the bed, she slowly approached the man. “Does this mean Princess Lorecia was expecting me?” the man asked. Again, silence. The dead, after all, don’t answer. Fiogen had no intention of revealing the truth…
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- *** As they say, at the end of hardship comes happiness. It happened just a few days later. “Aaack!” Hearing the screams from outside the window, she instinctively knew. Prince Karta Helseiro was coming. The sound of clashing metal that followed was ominous. Fiogen got out of bed and found herself drawn to the window. The view revealed a beautiful dawn under a deep blue sky. As she cautiously opened the window, the sounds intensified tenfold. “Kyaack!” The frigid early winter wind…
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- The oppressively dazzling crystal chandelier. The unfamiliar furniture, like stepping into an antique shop. But the most unsettling thing was the people surrounding her. “Your Highness, please allow us to dress you.” The woman, the head maid, wailed every single morning. Behind her stood the maids, holding heavy-looking dresses. To hear the head maid’s cries, one would think she was standing here in nothing but her undergarments, but she was simply wearing a silk slip nightgown. Of course,…
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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
“Sister, what should I do? Everything suits you so well that my advice seems entirely unnecessary.” Words she’d never normally utter tumbled out, as if by magic. Flora was simply radiant, even in a simple, bright dress, needing no adornments. Coming along to help choose a dress today had been a good idea. Her younger sister, not yet debuted, couldn't possibly accompany her to the Imperial Palace. It was a way for Vivian to vicariously enjoy the experience while also ensuring the dresses were…- 72.7 K • Ongoing
- Then, all the marks on his body… What has the Count of Harrington, a nobleman of the Empire, been doing to these children all this time? She felt sorry for Arthur and the other children who might be suffering in that guild. Vivian's white fingertips trembled. He must have been used to the bone by such a father. He couldn't have endured it without changing. The other children there might be the same. Then, clenching her fists, she bit her lip. No, don't get involved with him. Don't be a fool who ruins…
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- The servant holding Arthur by the collar scoffed. “Handsome? If you look closely, his face is sinister, isn't it? He looks weak. The more I see him, the more creeped out I get.” “Hey, even if your mouth is crooked, your words should be straight. Look at him, jealous of a pretty boy when he looks like a monster himself. Pathetic.” “What did you say?” The servant, clearly sensitive about his appearance, snapped at his friend. He then turned back to Arthur, frowning at his impassive,…
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Among the long-serving maids in the mansion were some particularly territorial ones. Betty was one of them. They would huddle together, gossiping and shifting their work onto others. In that respect, she was consistent, often targeting Daniel. It was unfair and against the rules, but Daniel always complied with her requests. He didn't want the hassle, and besides, he wouldn't be doing this for much longer anyway. Ellie, however, could face far more trouble if she got involved. It wasn't any of his…- 29.7 K • Ongoing
- Daniel’s expression remained impassive. He didn’t even bother to reply. Ellie’s heart shriveled to the size of a grape. No matter how awful William was, he was still her employer—well, his son—was it really okay to treat him so rudely? Contrary to Ellie’s worries, William was infinitely tolerant when it came to maids. He grinned and accepted the glass of water. He wasn’t the least bit embarrassed to be stark naked. No shame, no conscience. Pretending to straighten the sheets, Daniel…
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