Winner of the 2022 Best Romance Fantasy Category in the Largest Earth Competition
I became possessed by a story where I, as a servant, would give my body and heart to the villainous duke and die after being used. Originally, I was Roselia, who had become the Duke’s long-term pawn, only to be exposed by the male protagonist, the Crown Prince, and sentenced to death.
In order not to attract the Duke’s attention, she decided to cross-dress.
Wait… But… why…? Even though I’m dressed as a man, why are they taking me?!
Before she knew it, she had become a male servant instead of the duke’s maid.
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“Your Grace…?”
She could feel his hot breath pouring onto her forehead. Being this close, she felt her heart pounding wildly, fearing that her chest, wrapped tightly in fabric, might give away her true gender to the duke.
“I told you, Antonio. I find what’s hidden as if I were a ghost.”
It felt as if he were referring to her chest, wrapped tightly in fabric, and cold sweat formed on her back.
Klaus’s hot lips drew dangerously close to her ear.
“I need to know what you’re hiding.”
His breath on her ear and their thighs pressed closely together felt scorching. She gazed back at Klaus’s navy-blue eyes, filled with confusion. It felt as though an invisible thread, stretched taut with tension, hung perilously between them.
Inwardly, Roselia lamented her extremely awkward and perplexing situation.
Come on, Your Grace. Does it really not matter if I’m a man?
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