Chapter 2: The Queen is not me, but my sister (1)
Caesar so far had never criticized her in public. This was because if his fiance seemed to be lacking, he also seemed to be lacking. However, ever since he became Regent. He had become more and more impatient with words and actions, and he had no hesitation in expressing his displeasure whether there were people or not.
Caesar indeed couldn’t restrain the volume of his voice this time. His complaining voice instantly filled the entire parlor. In the meantime, it was not the capital aristocrats’ personality to miss a chance in front of them. Realizing that Caesar had no intention of defending his woman, the Countess quickly grabbed the opportunity and added another word.
The Countess glanced up and down at Ariadne, whose hair was disheveled with contempt.
The countess and her fine ladies agreed enthusiastically and poured vigorous attack.
Ariadne’s hand went up to her head. With her fingers, she combed her tangled hair awkwardly in front of San Carlo’s noble ladies, who used their tongues to stab her.
The noble ladies, including the countess, looked up and down at Ariadne, who stood alone quietly.
–’you’re not part of high society.’
Their innermost thoughts felt filling the palace.
The Countess headed out of the parlor first, then the rest of the noble ladies stared up and down at Ariadne, then began to walk out altogether. Ariadne’s hair was sticky with sugar from jumping over the table, and her dress was messed up. The tea party was empty, and her friends were nonexistent. She saw the man that she loved stared at her with eyes full of contempt. It was miserable.
Since then, no one had openly argued about Caesar’s birth, but Ariadne had instead gained much notoriety, including the wolf-dog woman, the Moorish’s slave, and the farm maid. She was a low-born woman, she resembled her mother, she was an old maid who couldn’t get married, of course, all of these insults followed.
Ariadne kept asking Caesar repeatedly why they couldn’t just marry to make the high-society could be managed smoothly, but he refused at a glance.
His order was particular.
Therefore, those were what Ariadne thought would be all she needed to do.
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Regent Caesar took a long time to become King Caesar 1, but it was only a matter of time. Both military and the gold coins were in his grasp. However, there was only one thing he lacked; it was legitimacy. For that, it was time to be precise. The opportunity that came with time would heal the matter.
Ariadne still remembered when Caesar ascended the throne. To be exact, it was the day before the coronation. It was the year she turned 30, and he was 36 years old. Whenever she thought of that day, she couldn’t hold back her laughter.
Caesar sat on Ariadne’s bed and buried his lips on the nape of her neck.
Caesar’s lustful breath was brutal. Ariadne tried to back out, but Caesar grabbed her two wrists with one hand simultaneously, pressed her down, and laid them on the bed.
Caesar indulged her neck with his lips. Ariadne’s greatest strength was her alluring charms. She had beautiful features, but not in an innocent way. She was tall and had a nice fat on her chest and butt, which was really attractive. Not forgetting, the alluring charms played a big part in her beauty. It was a type of woman that men preferred to call beautiful than women. The 30 years old Ariadne was a blooming flower. She gave off bewitching charms even when she didn’t mean to, and it was the only part of her where Caesar, who had many demands of her, was consistently giving compliments.
Caesar’s strange voice flew into Ariadne’s ear, who was dazed by the warmth that touched her skin.