“You don’t even know your place! Who do you think you are to pity anyone?”
In her fiancé’s eyes, Larinne was worthless.
As she struggled to escape a life that felt like h*ll, a man appeared before her.
“At last, I meet you like this. I have long wished to see you. Desperately.”
He was an envoy from a foreign nation — Libehy Winterd.
He moved with languid grace, like a jet-black serpent approaching its prey lazily before swallowing it whole. She kept seeing the shadow of a former lover in him.
That couldn’t be possible.
You were said to be dead.
Had she finally gone mad?
“Your treatment will take place every night at midnight. I will visit your bedchamber.”
It was impossible to resist the temptation, and she stood there, confused and shaken, feeling it wash over her.
“You’re far too defenseless like this. It makes me want to swallow you whole.”
Then, one day, the beast who had hidden his claws and played the obedient lamb changed.
“Whose child is it?”
After rumors spread that she was carrying another man’s child, something shifted between them.
“If you don’t want me to suffer, don’t make me wait any longer. I am already making more than enough effort to remain courteous.”
At last, the beast shed its sheep’s clothing and began the hunt.
“I keep growing thirsty. It feels as though I am the only one who cares about what lies between us. And that is driving me mad.”
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