nieye
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After the engagement ceremony, Esha did her best to grow closer to Johan. Her young fiancé turned out to be far more timid and withdrawn than she had expected. Whatever happened, he seemed to prefer keeping his lips sealed rather than speaking to her. Because of this, Esha had little chance to understand what kind of treatment Johan received within the palace. At most, she assumed he must feel somewhat lonely and left it at that. “My apologies, Your Imperial Highness. Prince Johannes has gone…- 115.9 K • Ongoing
- “I’m much taller compared to the other women in Elendor.” “Isn’t that a good thing?” “Hmm… I wouldn’t know. It’s never felt like a good thing. Men don’t like tall women. Especially noblemen.” Her voice sank low, as if it had been plunged underwater. No matter how hard she tried to shut them out, those voices came crashing down on her like a curse. At that moment, the boy quietly reached for Esha’s hand. “I like it,” he said…
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- He looked up at Esha with a frightened expression. With how he was crawling on his hands and knees to sit in front of the swing, it almost seemed as though she was the one intimidating him. “What are you doing out here?” “…” “Where’s your attendant? Did you come out here alone?” “…” {…Do you not speak Elendorian?} Esha asked in Atlanian, her voice tight with impatience. The boy hesitated, then gave a small shake of his head. She dabbed at her tearstained eyes…
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- Esha stared blankly at the ceiling. She could still remember the countless noblemen and women at her first debutante ball, their eyes flitting to her as they mocked her, always comparing her to her sister. Edmund had long planned to send his useless second daughter off to a convent. In Elendor, a woman without value as a wife was no better than an unprofitable commodity. Many unmarried women were quietly sent to convents by their families, where they spent the rest of their lives out of…
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- Nine years ago. The front of the cathedral was crowded with mourners. Esha stared at the smooth ebony coffin resting in the grave. It was large, draped in ivory-colored cloth. The thought that her sister lay inside it filled her with a strange, hollow feeling. Only a few days ago, she had visited her sister’s chambers to exchange pleasantries. “Oh, my daughter… Portia!” Edmund, the current Emperor of Elendor and father of two daughters, let out a wailing cry. Mourners began to…
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- Exhaling a long, hot breath, Johan undid his belt and pushed his trousers down. His massive length sprang free, the flushed head already oozing pre-cum. For a dizzying moment, Esha wondered if that too had grown larger along with the rest of him. “Don’t…” She whispered the word. Johan gave no reply. Instead, he grabbed both her ankles and set them atop his shoulders. Then he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her trembling entrance and forced himself inside. At once, cries…
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- “…So my brother has been saying foolish things.” “Does it matter who I heard it from? What really matters is that you’ve been lying to me all this time. You deceitful, vile—” Esha ground her teeth. She couldn’t tell if the hot swell rising in her chest was born of hatred for him or from the way her heart had begun to pound uncontrollably at the sight of him after so many months. When she had been dragged off as a prisoner of war and locked away in the tower, she could only measure…
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- On the large marble desk lay gilded knightly medals, trophies, and neatly stacked newspapers. Esha carefully picked up the one resting at the very top. Her own face stared back at her, printed boldly across the front page. Below it, the headline read: “Esha of Elendor Released After Three Months of Confinement in the Tower.” ‘It’s only been two days since I was freed, and there’s already articles…’ Her eyes drifted shut. It was only through this newspaper that she fully grasped…
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- “Your Highness!” A maid burst through the door, her voice urgent as she called out to Esha. Before Esha could rise to her feet, the maid stumbled forward and collapsed. There was a deep gash cut diagonally across her back. Moments later, armored soldiers stormed into the room. “The princess is here!” someone shouted. It all felt like a dream to Esha. Her maid lying bleeding before her eyes. The familiar faces of knights she had occasionally seen in the training grounds. Even her…
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Count Clark had three daughters. The eldest was Laura Clark, who was the spitting image of her father. Then came Leslie Clark, the sharp-minded second daughter. And finally, the youngest, Edith Clark. Count Clark cherished Laura, his firstborn, and adored Leslie enough to consider her his successor. But what about the youngest, Edith Clark? "Do you know what time it is? Can’t you even show up to dinner on time?" "…I'm sorry." "Tsk. Sit down." Unlike her two older sisters, who…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
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