Quill
Stories
5
Chapters
141
Words
201.5 K
Comments
55
Reading
16 h, 47 m
-
“Grand Duchess, shall I have the bath prepared now that you’ve finished your meal?” “…Yes, please.” A bath offered so swiftly after setting down her fork. Beatrice had anticipated such treatment from the moment her parents accepted the proposal and the accompanying chests of gold. It was better than being the old Marquis’s bride, at least. Marquis Tyrell, who had intended to take Beatrice as his fifth wife, was notorious for his perverse sexual preferences. She had endured the…-
3.1 K • Ongoing
-
-
On a dark, rainy night, Beatrice swallowed hard, gazing up at the imposing mansion looming before her. “Is this really…?” Her face was pale, as if crushed by the oppressive presence of the mansion. Seemingly indifferent to her apprehension, a young, stiff-looking butler approached her side and spoke curtly. "Please come in. Everyone has been awaiting your arrival, Grand Duchess." “Oh… Yes, yes… I’m, I’m sorry.” “Refrain from using honorifics henceforth. Apologies as well.…
-
3.1 K • Ongoing
-
-
Mael ripped the letter to shreds, roaring with a fury for the first time in his life. “This is invalid! Invalid!” He cried out desperately. But even though he now knew he had been tricked, there was nothing he could do. He was the one who signed the petition without even reading it properly. ‘Since when?’ It wasn't difficult to guess. Probably during her exile. But then, another question arose. Why did the Duke send Jeanne back to Franc after her exile was lifted? And why did Jeanne…-
112.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
'His way of thinking is truly different. Is this another barbarian trait?' Mael began to calculate. His father had wanted to marry one of his daughters to the Duke's family to exert influence over the North. But even if his half-sisters married the Duke, would they become his allies? Absolutely not. He would be lucky if they didn't use the Duke’s power against him. 'I want to make him a friend. Him, who commands the most powerful military force in Lances… Besides, wouldn't it be advantageous for…
-
112.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
The Kingdom of Sardinia, located south of Lances, had been fighting with Lances for decades over the strategically important city of Pinerolo. Mael proposed a marriage between himself and the Sardinian princess in exchange for an alliance and an end to the recurring battles over Pinerolo. As a dowry, he demanded permanent control of Pinerolo. Similarly weary of the prolonged war, the Kingdom of Sardinia responded favorably to the marriage proposal. All that remained were negotiations between the two…
-
112.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Jeanne de Toulouse was more than just a tutor to Mael de Lances. He loved Jeanne de Toulouse from the moment she appeared before him as his tutor. Looking back, it seemed he had loved her from the very instant she stepped foot in the royal palace. For Mael, born of a royal mistress, the palace where he was raised was a desolate place, as barren as a desert. But Jeanne was like a fountain, a constant source of refreshing water, nourishing the dry land around her. Mael needed someone like that.…
-
112.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
He wanted to prolong this pleasurable time for as long as possible. It was a heavenly sensation. If only he could stay in this moment forever. But all good things must come to an end. After Jeanne reached climax several times, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and exploded inside her, like being cast out of paradise. Baldr collapsed on top of Jeanne, growling like a beast. ‘Oh dear…’ He panted, lying on top of her. The explosive sensation of pleasure made every hair on his body…
-
112.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
The straps of her chemise slipped easily off her shoulders at his touch. The sight of Jeanne's exposed skin made Baldr feel like he was going blind by her beauty. Her breasts were round, full, and incredibly soft. To Baldr, they seemed to radiate a golden light. Jeanne flinched, embarrassed, instinctively covering herself. "Don't hide them." That wasn't what he wanted. With a look of awe, Baldr gently took her wrists and lowered her hands. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful it blinds…
-
112.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
Although he had grown into a young man, the Crown Prince still retained traces of youthful innocence, like a newly hatched bird clinging to fragments of its broken shell. He smiled at Baldr’s words and offered him the back of his hand. The Crown Prince was, in many ways, Baldr’s opposite. His blond hair, fair skin, and clear, sky-blue eyes spoke of his impeccable royal lineage. Although he was an illegitimate child, with the true royal bloodline extinguished, he had no rivals to the throne. Baldr…
-
112.4 K • Ongoing
-
-
The arrival of Jeanne's family was also proof that they hadn't yet fallen into the Crown Prince's hands. As soon as they arrived, Baldr ordered the best guest room to be prepared for them, ensuring they had everything they needed to rest comfortably. That evening, dining with Jeanne's family, Baldr was quite surprised. He was struck, above all, by the warm and friendly atmosphere. Jeanne's younger sister was the center of the conversation, but everyone chimed in, keeping the dialogue flowing, with…
-
112.4 K • Ongoing
-
- 1 2 … 15 Next
