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Even the memory of her defiant glare, which she intended as a threat, was laughable, but compared to other young ladies who flinched in his presence, she was quite bold. ‘And so brazen in such a state of undress.’ Even when she ran from him, she was still in that state. Barefoot, with her skin clearly exposed. The only thing covering her negligee was his cloak. ‘What if someone had seen her?’ The belated thought that others might have seen her body, that white and soft body, made his…-
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“This wouldn’t have happened if the Lady had just sat down in the first place. It was dangerous.” At his shameless words, Kyrie’s frown deepened. “It also wouldn’t have happened if Your Grace hadn’t taken my necklace.” “"Then, by that same logic, it really wouldn’t have happened if the Lady hadn't snuck into the Crown Prince’s bed.” “I don’t regret it.” Kyrie said calmly, “That incident isn’t even a weakness for me. As I said, feel free to spread the word…
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‘Or something else entirely.’ At least, compared to the other noble families in the capital, this lady, called the “Mad Dog,” seemed quite useful. That alone was enough reason for Dominique to take an interest in her. ‘When scheming, it's always best to have many options.’ So, ignoring the others loitering around the carriage, their curiosity piqued, Dominique proposed, “Get in, Lady.” “…” “I’ll take you to the Imperial Palace if that’s where you’re…
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Hearing that, Kyrie's wandering thoughts returned to the present. Veron approached with a calm expression and spoke. “I came to escort you since you weren’t coming.” “Ah, the Young Duke of Ernberg.” “It seems you’ve already greeted our Lady.” Kyrie immediately understood why Veron, who would normally ignore her, was bothering to speak to her. He was once again reiterating the unspoken pressure to send her to the convent. ‘As if I’d be intimidated so easily.’ Kyrie…
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Soon after, the Duke’s cloak settled gently over Kyrie’s naked body. “What is the meaning of…” Kyrie was about to speak when the Duke lightly pressed his fingers against her furrowed brow. Frozen for a moment by the gesture, Kyrie’s eyes flickered up to look at him. “So you can frown.” As soon as he spoke, the scent intensified. The scent of plane trees drifting in from outside, or perhaps the scent of gunpowder emanating from the man’s cloak draped over her. A…
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‘I thought it would be quite possible.’ If Lexion refused, she planned to drug him. In fact, Kyrie had already amassed more than a handful of such sedatives. The people at the ducal residence had long ago learned that it was faster and easier to stuff sedatives down her throat than to try and reason with her. She had pretended to swallow them and pocketed a few, storing them inside her mother's pendant necklace. Because one never knew when or how they might come in handy. If the sleeping…
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An awkward silence hung in the air. Only after the Duke casually mentioned the deceased royals did people begin to force out laughter. A few people tried to lighten the mood. “That’s right. They say if you miss your prey three times, you must let it go.” There was an unwritten rule in the Empire that prey spared three times should be granted its life. Amidst the nervous laughter, the Emperor, who had been silent until now, twisted his lips into a smile. “Indeed. Shot three times and…
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After Lexion and Dominique left the Crown Prince's Palace, and some time had passed… Kyrie neatly composed her lingering smile. ‘I suspected as much… Just as I predicted.’ In the end, the Crown Prince hadn't shown himself, even as the time for the banquet approached. He had likely slipped out the back entrance. Knowing that she wasn't particularly fond of crowded places, he would have gone straight to the banquet hall. Did he think that, by leaving through the back entrance, she…
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‘Crown Prince…Lexion?’ For a moment, she thought it might be the Crown Prince, but the Crown Prince she knew had no association with the color silver. His colors were the gold of his shimmering hair and the deep green of his emerald eyes. ‘I thought our eyes met.’ Could she have been mistaken? While she pondered this, Johansson continued to rage. “Don’t you have any sense of gratitude?” “Gratitude?” “It’s by Father’s grace that you were able to reach adulthood…
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The man's dark hair, appearing gray or blue depending on how the light caught it, rippled like waves. Beneath it, silver gleamed brightly in his eyes. In the Imperial Palace filled with splendid light, the man stood out, clad in a dark uniform and bluish-black armor, his gaze as sharp as a weapon. His presence was stark and out of place, like a sharply driven stake. His beauty, rather than making him appear human, made him resemble a work of art sculpted by a great master. The attendant,…
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