Quill
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Reading
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Calistus, feigning deep remorse, spoke. "My loyalty to the empire clouded my judgment." "Enough. Let's end this discussion here." The Empress admonished Calistus sharply and then helped Aloissia to her feet. "There, Crown Princess. You're alright now." "...Thank you, Your Majesty." Aloissia replied in a small, thin voice. She felt uncomfortable and uneasy around the Empress. The Empress was benevolent and a warm person. She was also Aloissia's benefactor, the one who had elevated…-
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The main hall of the Imperial Temple, built of white marble. The hymns sung by boy sopranos echoed through the high-ceilinged hall. The magnificent hall was filled to the brim with mourners dressed in black clothes. Felix Paulus, the Crown Prince of the Delatosa Empire, had passed away. At the age of 26. The news of the Crown Prince's death in his prime was sudden. Even more so because he had no known illnesses or problems. Despite the abrupt announcement of his death, mourners came from…
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She was getting devoured. Pinned beneath the heavy, solid body of the man, Aloissia thought. Cassius Arslan, the Black Lion of Bedua, was ravenously ravaging her body. Aloissia had been the one to request they spend the night together. Yet, now that their bodies were intertwined, Cassius seemed the more desperate one. "Anyone would think I was forcing myself on you." Cassius, who had been persistently sucking on her pale pink nipple, slowly lifted his head. Unlike him, anxious as he embraced…
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Silence hung heavily in the air. Lexion looked around Kyrie’s room, a smirk twisting his lips. “I’m surprised to find such a shabby room in the Ducal residence.” He wasn’t wrong. Her room was a total mess. In case Kyrie resisted or harmed herself before being sent to the convent, all sharp objects that could be used as a weapon had been removed. Even the furniture had been taken out of her room, leaving only an old mattress on the floor. But that wasn’t what bothered Kyrie. Her face…-
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Immediately, her body was seized, as if bound by chains. “Let go!” Kyrie instinctively struggled, but the force holding her was overwhelming, impossible for her to resist. “What is the meaning of this?!” Kyrie forced her head to the side. She saw the Ducal guards pinning her down with all their might. Unlike the person who had carefully held her while she removed her bandages, their hands were rough and merciless. The bandages the Duke had wrapped so meticulously were now…
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Kyrie finished speaking calmly. Fortunately, her voice didn't tremble. Dominique silently observed her. The woman who had stood like a statue for hours, waiting only for Lexion, had suddenly shifted her stance and presented him with a brazen proposal. The funny thing was, he was seriously considering it. Not for any other reason than her eyes. The eyes that had shown wariness just moments ago now held a palpable desperation, a desire for him. Kyrie Ernberg wanted Dominique Roman…
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Would she glare at him again with those defiant eyes? Would she angrily slap his hand away, demanding to know what he was doing? Or would she freeze in shock? ‘…Ridiculous.’ Dominique withdrew his hand and redressed Kyrie. His touch, so rough moments ago, was now delicate. Kyrie remained fast asleep, as if determined to catch up on all her missed rest. Dominique continued to watch her from beside the bed, his gaze continued to linger. He returned to his seat and resumed…
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“Gasp!” “Aghhhh!” Thud. Kyrie, about to crash onto the ground, landed in the Duke's arms. Despite him catching her, the impact from the fall was considerable. It was only natural that Kyrie, hitting her head against him, lost consciousness. The onlookers gasped in shock. Some screamed. Those who arrived late, missing the spectacle, called out behind in confusion. “What happened?” “I don’t know, the mad dog…” “Lady Elise and His Highness the Crown Prince were…
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When Kyrie didn't move, the Duke spoke, “Do you need an escort?” As she remained silent, still sitting on the bed, “Your Grace.” Someone who appeared to be the Duke's servant approached, addressing him with a slightly urgent tone. The Duke glanced at Kyrie and then stepped outside with the servant. He seemed unconcerned whether she stayed or followed him. ‘As if I were a piece of furniture.’ Kyrie shuddered and stood up. A chill permeated her body. She quickly touched her…
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Kyrie readily accepted his hand. She felt as if she would collapse from the heat rising within her. Only after feeling the coolness against her skin did the heat subside somewhat, but the nausea remained. Her body trembled from the urge to vomit something intangible. A hand firmly held her trembling body. It was the same hand that had torn her clothes apart moments ago. ‘…’ As her shaking subsided, so did the nausea. Kyrie unconsciously murmured, “A little… more…” She…
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