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Sir Reussen handed her a glass before turning to Miss Adelasia and bowing politely. “Good evening, Miss Vellua.” “Hello, Sir Reussen. Are you Miss Dianne’s escort tonight?” “So it would seem.” “No wonder all the gentlemen keep glaring daggers at you.” The light tease brought an easy laugh from Sir Reussen. Dianne, on the other hand, wanted to grab him by the collar and shake an explanation out of him. Countess Ornin had clearly stated that the Emperor and the Duke of…- 214.1 K • Ongoing
- Dianne Ortenza was beautiful, and she wasn't so oblivious that she failed to realize it. She had graduated from Cyrene Girls’ Academy, which was right next to an all boys’ school. After classes ended, boys would hang over the fence, tossing flowers, candies, and letters. Being the center of attention wherever she went, and receiving unsolicited kindness from men, it was all familiar to her. But this? This was entirely new. “What province are you from? I don’t believe we’ve met in the…
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Her frail hands opened and closed uselessly in the air. Each time he circled her sensitive clit, stars burst behind her eyes. She didn’t know how long it lasted, until a sudden gush of wetness burst from her pussy. Heat shot up from the base of her spine, making her shudder. Synox held her steady as he slid his fingers out from the drenched folds between her legs. Her pussy lips clenched around his fingers, then parted with a wet squelch. Drip. A tiny droplet splattered onto her thigh, and…- 124.4 K • Ongoing
- Synox came to a sudden halt as he tried to guide Rosaline to the sofa. Even in the dimly lit lounge, where only a few lamps were left burning in the absence of others, his piercing blue gaze felt like it could cut through the dark. Rosaline turned her head away from it, desperately avoiding his eyes. She mumbled, almost defensively, “It’s not as if we have to look at each other to do this.” What she really meant was, I don’t want him to know I’ve been crying. “If we don’t face…
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Without thinking, I shoved the man aside and sprinted to the window. I never thought I’d be so happy to see another living being. I nearly cried tears of joy. I flung the window open and squinted at the figures approaching in the distance. They were all wearing black masks, huddled together under the purple-tinged sky, whispering amidst the swirling ash. “Looks like nothing’s happened here yet.” “Let’s grab whatever’s valuable and go!” There was no way I should’ve been able…- 44.6 K • Ongoing
- So if a man like him realized he was alone in this mansion with me, and that I was the only other person alive… Cold sweat trickled down my spine. I glanced around the room, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon. Why did I have to go and smack his head with a spoon and then lecture him about his manners? Was I out of my mind? “Why aren’t you answering?” “…” “Ah, because I wasn’t being polite? Then let me ask again, properly this…
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- Would this be explained in the diary too? Confused but determined, I once again cupped my hands around my eyes and peered out the window. “Found you!” One of the dead thieves twitched, his back shifting slightly. And beneath him, there I saw a tiny gray kitten, trapped and desperately mewling. “You’ve got to be kidding me… I have to go all the way out there?” I tapped my foot anxiously. I didn’t even have the courage to step outside yet. I know the diary said that no…
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- Founding Day. From early morning, the Oakhall was a flurry of movement. The maids hurried down the halls with arms full of fabric and cosmetics, steam rising from the baths, voices lowered but urgent. There were three ladies staying in the palace now, and preparing a noblewoman for a grand ball was always an ordeal. But when those women were a princess and a grand duchess, and the event was the Founding Day Ball—the pinnacle of the Empire’s social season—even the simplest preparations became…
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- Spruce Palace was built for the sole purpose of hosting the grandest ceremonies and balls of the imperial court. Only on the most exalted of occasions—imperial weddings, coronations, and the Founding Day—was it opened. The Founding Day was the Empire’s greatest holiday. The imperial household offered food and wine to the citizens of the capital, and every home hung banners and filled the air with music. Young and old alike braided flowers into crowns and poured into the streets in celebration.…
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- Dianne let out a shriek. “How am I supposed to show my face at an imperial ball? The Founding Day Ball, of all things?!” “And why shouldn’t you?” came the calm response. Sir Reussen watched her pace frantic circles around the drawing room, his face as composed as ever. For the first time, Dianne resented his infuriating lack of urgency. “I haven’t even debuted in my hometown’s social season! I’m not a proper noble lady!” “In my eyes, Miss Ortenza, you’re a fine…
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