Chapter 2
The party to celebrate the emperor’s wedding was going on for two days in a row.
Today, the two climbed into the carriage to attend the party.
Rosalind’s face, sitting in her seat, was reddish, as always. She had a smile that looked innocent like a girl, with a long, slender neck, and the dress that was cut slightly below it was much more modest than yesterday. Gorgeous beading naturally ran down the line of her body and spread splendidly below her slim waist.
As if she was uncomfortable with the dress, she adjusted her appearance, and Kyle casually glanced over her outfit.
“Today is a little better than yesterday.”
“Really? I made the earrings small. I also tried changing the clothes to something more calming, but I’m really glad it’s prettier.”
At his words, Rosalind spoke in a voice filled with small excitement. Like a child the day before the picnic, she had a slightly excited and bubbly expression on her face.
“I never said it was pretty.”
But, she collapsed in an instant at his cold words.
Rosalind let out an embarrassingly awkward laugh, dropping her gaze to her feet.
The wife was a type that showed her mood on her face. She smiled when she saw the flowers, and looked sad when it rained. He thought that her face, which changes every minute, was both strange and innocent.
He hated his wife.
Having a cruel father who treated people according to his mood, he thought it was funny to smile innocently without knowing anything. It was thanks to the evil deeds of her father that swayed beneath the water that she was able to live so innocently and peacefully.
Kyle Spencer. He wasn’t a duke to begin with. He was originally a nobleman, though he lost both his parents and became an orphan. His mother died of an illness while raising him, and his father also died in an accident.
Having no relatives to turn to, he was eventually left alone, and the villagers who felt sorry for him took turns raising Kyle like their own children.
However, one day, when Kyle went to the neighboring village, the village, which was his home and family, disappeared. The Lord Baron sold all the villagers into slavery for not offering a virgin as a tribute.
It was a small town with only a few people, and the lord’s authority was absolute, so the work was completed quietly without anyone’s attention. As though the village itself did not exist originally.
A stranger approached Kyle, who was left alone in the village where everyone had disappeared. The green eyes that were shaking with anger captured the man, who was much bigger and larger than him.
‘Your eyes are like mine.’
With those words, Duke Alexander reached out to him, and Kyle hesitated to take it.
As a child, he was adopted by the Spencer family.
“I think I’ll try on a different dress next time. It would be better if the color matched with the Duke. What does the Duke want to do?”
“As you like.”
To his wife, who struggled with her words, he answered with no sincerity.
It was a marriage with no love whatsoever.
Marriage was also proposed by Rosalind’s father, Baron. After he had grown up as the son of a duke, a proposal came to him, and for some fate, it was the daughter of Lord Baron.
Although he refused many times, Marquis Baron did not give up, and in the end, he accepted the marriage talk.
Even though the emperor pushed him, he was more curious about that cruel and demonic human daughter. Rumors spread that he loves his daughter terribly, but he wondered if it would be good for her to be taken away by a person like himself.
It was a combination of the emotional conclusion that taking his daughter might be Kyle’s greatest revenge, and the rational judgment that the more enemies he has, the better it would be if they were by his side.
On the first night, as he was dazed with so many thoughts, he spoke clearly to the bride.
‘Don’t expect anything from me. I cannot give you anything more than the status of a wife.’
‘Is it okay if I’m… next to the Duke?’
‘Do you really like me?’
At those words, Rosalind’s ears turned red.
He was taken aback by how shy she was.
Is she an idiot…?
The villagers in his memory were sold as lowly slaves, leaving no trace of themselves. His stomach still churns when he thinks of it, but it was ridiculous that she was even saying that she liked him. If his adoptive father had not adopted him, he would have wandered around like a beggar as an orphan.
Kyle wondered if she would have liked him in such a humble way?
‘Then, take it off.’
At his command, Rosalind took her trembling hand to her coat. Even so, the hesitancy was annoying and frustrating, so he pulled it behind her shoulder as if he were tearing his own clothes.
His s*xual desire was moved by her exposed white skin, and he suddenly embraced her. Even though she had rough s*x without any consideration, Rosalind held back her tears.
And, after the s*x, she exhaled out with a messy face all over.
‘I… I will try to be a good wife.’
It was funny to see her making a pledge as if she was a criminal that a sarcastic retort popped out.
‘You are such an interesting person.’
‘Is that so.’
As she gathered her clothes, she smiled shyly.
He thought he had been hiding his feelings well since he was a child, though when he saw the woman’s stupid face, his expression crumpled in an instant.
…Can’t she hear the sarcasm?
It was a really stupid woman who came in as his wife.
When he thinks back on that time, he gets annoyed again.
“…We have arrived at the Imperial Palace.”
The door opened with a polite coachman’s voice.
He accustomed himself to get off the carriage and stretched out his hand towards his wife.
After a moment’s hesitation, staring at his hand, Rosalind placed her hand on his and carefully lowered her foot from the carriage.
“Thank you.”
His wife’s hands were small and frail, wearing thin gloves of tightly woven mesh. She was so thin that it would break if applied too much force.
…Unlike her vicious father.
Contrary to what he expected, she was neither demonic nor venomous.
Why…?
Oddly enough, that often pissed him off.
Rosalind looked around her with a glass of wine.
The colorful lights shining from above her head, the melodious music, and the wives and young ladies in all kinds of puffy dresses. It was a gorgeous party as always, though for some reason, the scenery didn’t feel as beautiful as it was.
Is it because her husband is not by her side in this luxurious landscape, and she was by her own?
Her husband, who had been in her sight at first, was nowhere to be seen. She glanced around, looking for him.
Kyle got along well with people, but he didn’t really enjoy it so much. No matter how much he had received an arrangement at the imperial palace, he politely refused the dance request and only pretended to have a conversation with people.
Compared to him, Rosalind loved parties.
It wasn’t that she liked the extravagance or pomp of the party. It was because it was the only moment when he, who was not close to her except when he was sleeping, treated her as his wife.
Her husband imitated the most affectionately pathetic loving husband to his wife at official events, even for the sake of the family’s face. Even if it was just a couple in name, it was heartbreaking and good to see that he and she were seen as a loving couple in the eyes of others…
“…Have I been drinking too much?”
Rosalind sighed softly as she stroked her dizzy swaying head.
She has been dancing so much since she debuted in the social world, she’s tired of it, and she doesn’t have a specific partner to dance with, and she’s drinking a few glasses of wine and squeezing her throat.
However, she drank quite a bit more than expected, she could feel the heat rising in her face.
With that thought, Rosalind wondered if it would be better if she took a breather, so she moved her steps towards the parlor set aside on one side.
It’s a place with a balcony, so it’ll be better if she gets some air.
Creak. The huge, old-fashioned door opened with a rather loud noise.
There was no one in the large room illuminated by the colorful chandelier. Seeing only simple refreshments scattered around, it seemed that someone had stayed there for a while.
Slowly, Rosalind went out to the balcony with the window. She reached out and opened the window to catch the cool breeze. As soon as she opened the large window, a cool breeze blew in and gently tickled between her hairs.
It felt refreshing and cool to feel the cold temperature running down her cheeks.
“Ah…”
As she lowered her gaze to look out the window, she saw someone in the far corner of the garden.
When she leaned her body slightly and looked closely, she saw a man and a woman who looked still young, affectionately attached to each other. The man grabbed the woman’s hand, who was standing still, and the two quickly started walking side by side in the garden.
She watched the scene happily as if she was watching a play.
In the Empire, dating before marriage was not recommended because it was easy to become promiscuous, though young men and women would become lovers regardless of it.
Then, a woman walking in the garden stopped, and the man shyly draped his face over hers. It was a kiss.
“Oh my, it’s a kiss…”
Rosalind’s face lit up as she looked at them. She was a little shy, and a little envious.
But, above all else, the sad heart was the biggest.
If she listened to people’s stories, it was said that they are usually the sweetest to each other when they are dating or at the beginning of their honeymoon, and after that, they often live in memories of that kindness. Nevertheless, she didn’t even have the slightest affection to be remembered like that.
At that, she suddenly felt that her own situation was even more pitiful.
Although she wore a splendid dress and danced under the dazzling chandelier, her own plight was utterly miserable. Rosalind deliberately turned her gaze away and tried to capture a different landscape.
It was like that when she was looking around in the wind. All of a sudden, a voice came from behind her.
“…The wife is here.”
Rosalind turned around and saw Kyle in the room. She seemed to be a little surprised as she thought no one was there. Hesitated by his characteristic indifferent voice, she was still happy and excited to see her husband.
As she licks her lips to speak, a cold voice suddenly comes before her.
“I’ll go out.”
She hastily spit out as she caught him as he tried to turn his back.
“—me!”
She surprised herself at the sound of her voice that popped out louder than she thought, though she got up the courage again.
“…Can you kiss me?”
If she hadn’t been drunk, if she hadn’t seen those lovers…
When Rosalind finally spit it out, she lost her confidence and kept talking.
“Like other lovers… affectionately.”
“Kiss?”
As if he was interested in her words, or as if she was absurd, Kyle strode towards her. Then, gently lowering his eyes, he opened his mouth with an arrogant voice.
“Aren’t you ashamed to ask a man for such a thing first?”
His voice had no highs and lows, but the meaning it contained was close to criticism. The voice was ridiculing her as if she was lewd and obscene for asking this first.
Rosalind thought she might have been really lewd.
She’s ashamed for what she said, yet still likes him… She liked him so much that she wanted to kiss him and hold his hand side by side, like ordinary lovers. However, she couldn’t bear to make such a confession and just picked up her words and spoke out.
“I was drunk and spoke…”
The moment she turned her head away from her embarrassment, she felt a rude touch on her chin. The big, firm hands pulled her head towards him and held her.
When Rosalind was forced to stare in front of her, the cool eyes looked down at her mockingly.
“I’m willing to accept anything other than kissing.”
What is that…
Before she could finish her words, another hand slipped into her dress without hesitation. Unlike her, who was very embarrassed because it was a place where the people could easily come and go, Kyle’s actions were without hesitation.
He gazed at Rosalind with an unshaken eye and patted her body.
“Duke, here’s a little…”
Regardless of the earnest voice, he shoved his hand into her underwear, then he began to gently sweep her private place. Rosalind twitched as she twisted her body as he rubbed through the crevices and placed his hand on the thick peak.
Hahk.
A strange moan escaped from her mouth. As Kyle rubbed her cl*toris with his fingertips, she began to spill water as though she recognized him.
“Did you even get wet with the intention of kissing me?”
Her face turned even redder at his words than when she drank alcohol. As if there is a fire, both her cheeks are burning.
Moments later, he pushed one of his fingers inside.
She twisted her body slightly. Before she could bear all the shame of his words, a lewd, embarrassing sound resounded. It was an unfamiliar place, so it felt like she could feel the bones of the fingers inside her.
“You make such a lewd sound so loud. I’m afraid that someone else might hear it and come in.”
The cold wind blowing behind her back made his soft voice sound only cold. Kyle’s voice was not in the slightest bit worried. It was a way of ridiculing Rosalind, whose lewd hole was shedding love liquid.
As she struggled with her anxiety, Rosalind opened her mouth. She was anxious that there might be people around.
“Please, please…”
“It looks like someone is coming.”
As soon as he whispered lowly, voices resounded not too far away from them.
“…Let’s take a break and watch the performance.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve danced, and my body is so sore.”
The loud chatter grew louder and louder, and her eyes began to tremble relentlessly. Nevertheless, no matter how much Rosalind twisted and tried her best, Kyle had no intention of stopping.
His mischievous hands were still going back and forth from inside, and relentlessly tormented her fragile body, and her breath was getting tighter.
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Note:
Rosalind’s father’s name IS Baron, so not the title of Baron, so please don’t get confused~