The Witch of Paitan

The Wolf of Paitan, the beautiful warmonger, the devil incarnate.

The one with the chilling nicknames. The Grand Duke of Paitan, Carlos, feared by all.

And Margarita, the ostracized princess of the kingdom, called the rag doll.

When he, who swore he would never marry her, changed his mind,

Margarita considered it her inevitable destiny.

“You’d better follow me quickly if you don’t want to die.”

Even when he left alone on their wedding night, leaving only those words behind,

“The Rain’s Handmaid, you say?”

Even when they met again and he showed interest in her handmaid.

Margarita still thought it was okay.

Because she was planning to leave secretly soon.

“What did you learn about what to do on the first night? I taught you everything.”

Even when the Grand Duke reached out seductively,

“I often forget that you are my wife.”

Even when he confused her with strange words, she pretended not to know.

“We can never be separated, until you die, I die, or we die together.”

But when she learned the secret he had been hiding,

“Because that is our very old destiny.”

She realized she had been wrong.

Everything was wrong.

From the beginning, their marriage was destined for death.

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Carlos deliberately tilted his glass slowly, his eyes fixed on her. Before she could stop him, the liquid in the glass spilled, soaking the space between his legs. The blue silk fabric was stained dark.

“Now that it’s so wet, I don’t think I can just leave it….”

Carlos picked up the wet fabric, laughing languidly.