rosey
Stories
2
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124
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138.0 K
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Reading
11 h, 30 m
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“Does the young master usually stay at the Count Olbeira’s estate?” “Something like that. At first, I only left him there when I was away for extended periods. But then, Countess suggested that it would be helpful for his heir training if he stayed there regularly.” “Is he already starting ‘heir training’?” “Five years old isn’t too early. In fact, some people even start younger.” Tenesia suddenly wondered if this man, Dietrich,…-
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“You probably don’t understand it fully yet. I understand.” “We just met today, after all.” Tenesia added. “…No, actually, I knew. I knew there would be a ‘mother’ when I would go home. And that I’d have to call her ‘mother’ from now on…” Hearing his words, Tenesia couldn’t help but smile a bittersweet smile. He was only five years old. Although he was bigger than most children his age, he was still a very young…
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"I heard that the young master has been receiving education since he was four. Is he a slow learner?" "He is, indeed. Most children begin their education as soon as they start talking, so Arden is much delayed." "What kind of subjects does the heir to Haberfeld typically study?" She spoke carefully, but as if it were an offhand remark, her words echoed in the teacup. "Why are you curious about that?" "Because the young master, despite being…
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"Now, think about it and smile again." Tenesia let go of the child’s side, which she had been tickling. The child’s flexible body quickly returned to its original position. A natural smile replaced the tension on the child’s face. Tenesia ruffled Arden’s hair. "Now, let's really try again." Instead of tickling his side, Tenesia placed her hand on Arden’s shoulder. "Straighten your back... and keep your arms from swinging too…
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Dietrich looked at the woman who was laughing with Arden. The more he looked, the more uneasy he became. At the end of this turmoil, there was the uncomfortable feeling that it was starting to seem appropriate. ‘He is crazy.’ He quickly dismissed that thought. This should have been Grace’s place. Tenesia, who had taken her spot and even tried to imitate her, must have been repulsive. Arden’s laughter. The respect from the servants. All of it…
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Before her was someone who shouldn’t have been there at this hour. The man who had been walking toward her stopped in front of the open door. As he slowly looked at her, Tenesia felt her breath catch in her throat. “You’ve been pretending, but you ended up opening the door, didn’t you?” “It wasn’t me.” Tenesia knew he wouldn’t believe her. Nevertheless, she had no choice but to tell the truth. Even if it meant receiving a…
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Tenesia sighed and stared at her hand. It was the first time she had struck him. More than relief... there was an overwhelming sense of emptiness. “Young master.” Tenesia gestured toward the confused child. “You can come in.” The child, who had been hesitating, rushed to her side as soon as she gestured. “I-I'm sorry... I was worried because you didn’t come even after the time we agreed upon...” “You…
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Guests had already begun to gather in the banquet hall. Most of their expressions were filled with curiosity. The man, who had lost his wife and gone mad, suddenly declared his marriage. And the bride was not some royal who had been quietly suggested for a match, but rather the humble daughter of a Baron. There was no one who wasn’t drawn to the provocative rumors. "By the way, who is the daughter of the Blanchette family?" Leaving aside the rumors…
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Dietrich stared one last time at the tightly shut chapel doors. There would be no more guests coming, the doors were closed. Yet, Dietrich couldn’t help but keep his gaze on the empty space, as though waiting for someone who hadn’t yet arrived. “My lord.” “…Let’s go.” His blunt, square-toed boots scraped against the floor as he moved forward. His solemn expression contrasted with the elegant black attire he…
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The man's eyes were the color of molten gold, brighter and more gorgeous than any pure gold. Irina pressed her plump lips together as she met his gaze. His golden eyes seemed to belong to a predator, a carnivore ready to pounce, to tear her apart, to devour her whole at any moment. Primal fear made her shoulders flinch involuntarily. He seemed amused by her reaction, stretching his lips into a long, predatory grin. He was like a wild beast toying with its prey before the kill. Irina trembled…-
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