Chapter 101 – 10. Flowers in Both Hands (1)
Sabbatical month, first day.
The midnight moonlight filtered through the window on a bright night. It was the moonlight that touched Lucienne the most after a passionate day. Without lighting her own fire, in the cold interior of her room, she just sat on the bed, turning her head to the sound of her presence her coming from outside.
“It is me, lady.”
“… Bijou.”
The other employee had already had time to leave work. However, she was not as much as Lady Baek’s exclusive maid. Just like her working hours her, a neatly dressed maid closed the door and approached the bed.
“The stove is off, but you’ll catch a cold if you wear it like that.”
This is a cold land without heating, even though it is located in the deepest part of the northern Amman citadel. Naturally, as Françoise said, wearing only one sky-blue dress is bound to make you shudder.
“Huh.”
However, Lucienne didn’t care. Like her nickname her, Winter Stone of the North, she gave in to the cold, and as if she was n’t herself, she put on a really lofty expression and threw her head back. In the dark room, in the milky-white natural light, she closed her mouth, letting only her blonde hair grow.
Normally, she would have said that she was arrogant at the nagging of her maid, and she would have said something.
It was something that was not like her at all.
“I heard about it from the lady and the owner. She was like a young lady, although she could n’t see her memories of that time in person…”
“Why did you come here?”
“You two sent them.”
After rummaging through her drawers, Françoise soon took a seat next to Lucienne. She took out a thick, warming woolen blanket, spread it out, and placed it around the shoulders of her beloved lady. Without saying a word, I stretched out her arm and helped her rest her head comfortably on my shoulder.
Like a big sister soothing her little brother’s gloom.
“Even if I hadn’t sent it, it would have come.”
It was a really quiet room. It was all the more so because they hadn’t even fired firewood. All I could hear was the sound of the wind hitting the windows. Leaning over her weary face of her, Lucienne closed her eyes, listening to her lover’s gentle breathing of her.
“Why does Bijou love me so much?”
“That’s a strange question, unladylike.”
“I have a bad personality. Hot-tempered, moody, sadistic…”
Françoise laughed lightly. With her outstretched hand her, as if comforting, she gently tapped her body her and opened her mouth. Somehow, in a romantic atmosphere, we had a different relationship than usual and had a conversation.
“Everyone has good and bad sides. Even though she may be biased a little, I don’t think there is a character with only one or the other. In that sense, it doesn’t seem to matter how bad the lady’s disposition is.”
Patting, knocking again.
“You’re the one who saved her unkempt maid from being dragged into the bedroom of her drunken marquis. It’s been a while since, though. You are younger than me and have become a dependable place to rely on.”
“Bijyu…”
“Is it strange to love someone like that?”
Along with the comforting words, I felt a warm body temperature. It was funny, but perhaps it was because she realized the existence of Françoise, the maid whose figure stood out despite her thick uniform her, and even her secret lust her boiled over.
“How far did you hear from the two of you?”
“Almost everything. Actually, that’s why I’m so late. If she was a clever girl, she would have tested everything to see if the memories she had spyed on were fabricated, but she still wanted to, so I used what I learned. If it’s her made-up memories of her, there must be parts that don’t fit.”
“There are many ways to tinker. If you are hypnotized, you may not feel it.”
“But you don’t think so, do you?”
Lucienne shut her mouth tightly. She is a great occultist, as is her will her from her past life her, which she has passed on to her husband her. Beyond her lifetime her, how can a woman strong enough to cast a spell to protect him from harming him by any malice, how can he be swayed by her frivolous hypnosis her.
For a while it could be
But it doesn’t last forever.
“I don’t know how to apologize.”
“Are you feeling sorry?”
Françoise hit the spot. It was a word that touched his heart her so terribly. The peek into her past life her as the needle of her fate her was shocking for Lucienne. Just because he loved his wife her so severely, he was her faithful husband her to the end.
“It’s no exaggeration to say that the owner is here now for the sake of the lady and her lady.”
If she wanted an apology or revenge, she would have induced it sooner.
“If you think about how much courage it must have taken for such an honest and sincere knight to call himself a ruffian, even if you don’t directly say you’re sorry, you must at least express something similar.”
It’s not that it wasn’t, it was polite. Even the occultists, who were not ashamed of their evil deeds, were not entirely without shame. It is embarrassing if she ca n’t even express her gratitude to her husband her, who had to make a unilateral sacrifice due to her own overeagerness her.
“Yes, I am a wicked man, not a hypocrite. Anyone who has helped me will definitely give me a corresponding reward. At least he doesn’t say he doesn’t know me by boasting like Gerard.”
But how would you like to express that meaning?
“It’s a flaw that the lady is not honest. Sometimes I think that’s the charm. In the end, I think the reason the two of you in your past life ended in tragedy was because I couldn’t convey my feelings as they are. “
Winterstone of the North loved her husband her. However, it was too late when I realized that fact, and I just couldn’t express it in the end. Lucienne bit her lip in her disapproving look of her. Unlike her elegant Marquis her, she did not have the knack for putting unfamiliar words so easily into her mouth as her love her.
“Therefore? Do you mean to make a belated confession now?”
Lucienne pretended to be annoyed.
“No, that’s not a ladylike way.”
Certainly, the high pride of the young lady remained firm even in the midst of this. Well, if you think of Rom’s sacrifice, there was nothing that couldn’t be folded, but it was a story from the line that it was possible to the end.
“There is no rush. Just make sure. I think it will be fine at that stage yet. Of course, someday, as her wife her, she will have to show her husband her proper affection…”
You don’t have to be conscious. It’s a problem that will naturally be solved as you move forward step by step.
“Time will solve everything. So today, let’s focus on taking the first step.”
Françoise hugged her Lucienne’s shoulders. If there is a secret for someone to live in the dryness of the north, which is far from abundance, it is definitely togetherness. After all, Dongto was a precious hometown.
“How are you?”
Some people risk their lives just because they are attached to it.
“Is Bijou really okay with that?”
That’s why the maid, having tasted her depravity before her, nodded her head without hesitation in response to her ensuing question of her.
“Yes, with the young lady.”
If you were with a dear master, there was nothing more to take.
* * *
It was a sleepless morning.
Feeling bitter about his dizzy mind her, perhaps because he pondered over the past, Rome brought a chair in front of the fireplace. He threw down some pre-equipped firewood, started a fire, and breathed silently, keeping his eyes on the flickering flames.
Oriane, who was lying on her bed trying to sleep, felt the empty seat next to her and raised her body her.
“Am I not tired?”
She lightly came up to her side of her and put his hand on her on her shoulder. I don’t know if they slept together, but they didn’t plan to have an affair, so Marquis Marquis, who was wearing light pajamas, was sensual nonetheless. The hem of the dress made of thin fabric and swaying in the sky and the curves visible beyond it were quite disgusting.
“Sometimes I imagine that.”
“Which?”
“In my previous life, if I had struggled a little more, I wondered if I could have saved her wife her…”
His scarred face his contorted forlornly. Even after obtaining the title of baron and the affectionate obedience of the Marquis’s wife, he still felt regret. It was to the point where I felt as if I was intimidated to the point where I put my dignified physique to shame.
“You said it was a story of the passing years?”
“I’m a human too, so it’s not like I don’t regret it.”
“Lucienne will too.”
Youngcha, Orianne, who pulled another chair from her nearby, sat down next to Rom. As always, she stayed by her side her to comfort her broken hearted man. She had been depressed all the time because of Lucienne, who had left her place as if to run away since the negotiations were made in her watchtower her.
“Me too.”
She carefully folded her hands and met her lover her, who turned her head casually.
“It’s okay, Rom.”
The red energy of the fire warmed the cold and heavy interior. Unlike when I looked at it under the sun, the profound atmosphere of the wife had a sense of coercion that was difficult to resist.
“We will go together.”
Many people make the mistake of equating dominance in bed with dominance in relationships. However, even though she was merely a collateral, the Margrave’s wife, who had the spirit of a royal family, was not an existence that was subordinated.
“So, don’t hesitate and become a better corrupter.”
The warm spring in the east, the fresh summer in the south, the cool fall in the west, and the fierce winter in the north.
And so did everyone here, even the woman who seemed like the eternity of the world.
“… That’s good.”
Rome muttered, regaining his strength. She expressed her affection by kissing the flushed lady on the cheek, perhaps because she was near the fire. Like this, she decided to enjoy the reality that only she could trample and humiliate a beautiful and alluring woman.
“I hope you will continue to call me with that feeling.”
“On a case-by-case basis, sir?”
A lewd smile filled Oriane’s face. There was no other woman who was so demanding that she wanted to give her the Honchi sword right away. Rom, who involuntarily burst into laughter at her, grabbed her hand her, which was resting on the back of her hand her.
And in that moment, smart.
Someone knocked on the door I didn’t say to come in, but I pulled the doorknob and revealed myself. She was Lucienne, wrapped tightly around her body in her thick coat.
“I was with my mother.”
“Lucienne?”
“Is the time okay? Anyway, there’s nothing to do at this time besides eating together.”
Her young lady, who spoke in her sullen voice her, set the maid who came in belatedly next to me. She wondered if she would say something rude when they were all over the place, but soon she started to look at Rom and she stared blankly at her floor.
“I’m not going to say sorry.”
It was a word I couldn’t understand at all. She was, at least she was to him. But she was surprisingly quick-witted and realized what her second daughter was trying to do by showing up with her maid, and she gave a small admiration.
“I don’t expect that from you either.”
“Know. So what can I do instead…”
Lucienne hesitated inappropriately, closing her eyes tightly. Even in front of her mother’s eyes her, she took off her overcoat and dropped it on the floor, revealing her very erotic negligee.
Even so, she could n’t finish her words her, as if her pride her did n’t allow it, and she shut her mouth.
“The young lady is saying that she will sincerely serve and care for her master her. She said she’d rather ask for forgiveness by making her as happy as she made it hard, rather than just saying meaningless words.”
Thanks to that, it was up to Françoise after that.
“And that’s the same for me, who is attached to the lady…”
She slid off her uniform, thick enough to ward off the cold of her frozen ground, and blushed, revealing her narrow undergarments. She swore obedient obedience in the form of two females who aroused her lust her, and then tried to prove by her actions her that she would follow her heart her.
“My husband, you probably won’t be able to sleep tonight?”
Luxurious, as Oriane briefly added.
“No, maybe we will…”
The time was approaching when her pleasure would be ripe enough to forget her remorse her.
