Chapter 181 – 18. Henrietta of Deviation (1)
Henrietta LeBlanc.
The fresh east spring was dazzlingly beautiful even at the age of over 40 years old. It was not for nothing that this kingdom, Gaul, gave birth to the origin of the name of the Four Seasons, and it boasted an elegant and refined beauty. Even though he had no intention of doing so, a trivial gesture evoked the bewildered gazes of those around him and made him praise it like today.
“You mean Duchess LeBlanc? He is indeed spring. It’s something that women like us can’t dare to surpass. He’s like a myth in the social world. It’s not easy to win the position you are now, even with the trials you were born with.”
“Jealousy and envy are not necessarily determined by the size of the bowl a person has. If you have no choice but to look up to as an object of admiration, like your wife, you cannot easily put it down.”
“Well, if you look at the beauty alone, it’s not like there isn’t anyone to compare to. She’s like Lady Melanie Tarn, who is called the Summer Stone of the South. There is also Abbot Marguerite Dior, who is working hard to help the poor. But I dare to think that even they are nothing compared to Madame LeBlanc’s dignity.”
All of her women praised her in every formal position. Just as an extraordinary ally is treated as a hero and a god and a mighty enemy is treated as a natural disaster, the sight of a woman who was born as the king’s bastard and risked her life captures the duke and accomplishes the feat of reversing her status her is awe-inspiring. That was enough.
“How many women have come forward to defame him? Who would have predicted that Prince Arno, who was the best groom of the time, would marry Aquitaine right to the point of pretending to be her royal family of her?”
“You know the Countess of Beauharnais, right? She was when she was Joanna, the daughter of Pierre Nam. She was the fiancé of Prince Arno, and everyone had no doubt that Miss Joanna Pierre would become the Duchess of LeBlanc. However, the result was a landslide victory for Henrietta Aquitaine.”
“Musicians who roam the streets are still singing the songs of that time. I heard that a famous opera producer in Brullin is also interested and planning a performance. Love at first sight is a comedy. It’s about a girl who debuted in the social world for the first time, overtaking the baron’s daughter, who is more mature and lofty than me, and captures the duke’s heart at once.”
“It was a ball hosted by the royal family. I was there that day, so I remember it clearly. Miss Henrietta, who was almost the only one who used the name Aquitaine at the time, boldly approached Arno, Duke of LeBlanc, and asked her to dance.”
Her hair her, a purple color with a hint of red like ripe wine, was neat and tidy. Just like her greenish apatite her, her beautiful eyes her gleamed brightly and dazzled those who looked upon them.
Her ruddy skin her gleamed, and her pale pink lips her, even without make-up, looked as if they would be as lively as a ghost no matter how old she was.
Above all, the body, the embodiment of beauty more perfect than the statues that famous artists have refined over their lifetime.
If you simply look at its curves her, it is a body that cannot be more sensual and voluptuous than this. When such a body is combined with Henrietta’s appearance of her, it can take your breath away. From the smooth nape of her neck beneath her neatly tied and wrapped head of her, it aroused a subtle desire.
A thickly protruding collarbone, a chest that cannot fit in one hand, but a round shape and weight like a raindrop, couldn’t be better than that. Like the concave part of her semicircle her, her waist and its curves, which smoothly enter on both sides, finally come into focus at her fleshy buttocks her.
If there is a female body that seems to exist only for safe delivery, it is definitely Henrietta. Oriane, her biological sister her, is a woman full of grace, wholly mature, if she can still find a fresh innocence from time to time.
“At first everyone laughed. She was stigmatized as a target of purge, and it was thought that she had committed suicide because she wanted to live. Even though the ball was hosted by her royal family of her, she was able to attend because it was blindfolded.”
“We do not officially punish the Aquitaine woman.”
“In fact, there was room for it to look that way. His Majesty Eugene de Gallia, even though he was born out of wedlock, was very fond of my own blood. She truly loved me, her family and her people her. Of course, when the sickness deepened and even made it difficult to move, the women from Aquitaine who were fine died a mysterious death.”
“I don’t know, but her sister must have been very desperate if she had n’t built up the forces to protect me by then. In particular, Henrietta Aquitaine must have been even more nervous as her older sister her. If, at least once in a while, His Majesty the King dies, the lives of these sisters are literally a candle in front of the wind.”
“Miss Joanna, Lady Pierre, probably didn’t know. She’s like us, who treat her social life as normal. There is no way to know how terrifying a girl bearing the name of Aquitaine can become.”
“Even more problematic is the fact that Duke LeBlanc’s nickname was overlooked. As the name suggests, Valiant Arno highly valued people who were courageous and reckless. A hero of national salvation, he was instinctively drawn to him who approached him without distraction.”
“After that, you know.”
“A young but strong girl captured the heart of Yongmaenggong firmly. Pierre’s Miss Joanna, realizing it belatedly, slandered her in all her ways. And whenever that happened, he solidified her own position with her with his skillful handling of her.”
The out-of-wedlock who almost disappeared under the dew of her executioner was thus reborn as the hostess of the duchy who commanded the east. Her younger sister her, who is as beautiful as her older sister her, was also able to get a husband safely from various threats despite the death of her father her.
‘Yes, since that day I have never taken any kind of risk again. Surely it was. But how did things get to this point?’
One day in her flower month, her unexpected crisis her came to her. She was seized by an unexpected weakness. In the middle of the night like this, she had to step out as stealthily as a thief. Her attire her was the most bizarre of all the underwear she had brought along on her journey, and since the area was small, the only thing she wore besides her lewd underwear was a crimson gown.
Still, he couldn’t deny anything about spring, which was considered the best in Gaul.
‘Baron Ardennes…’
Gently biting her lip, Henrietta walked carefully through her hallway. Even though it was late, she approached a certain door, anxious in her heart that the hired man on duty might find me. Right in the bedroom where the owner of the Winter Mansion stays.
The Duchess, who had clenched and tapped her fist with her smart, slender hand her, pretended to see her. She knocked on the door again, stomping her foot when he didn’t seem to open it once inside of her. She felt nervous that the situation would escalate when the younger sister she loved at least one person found me.
However, her interior was still silent.
She was a real embarrassment to Henrietta. By all accounts, she was dressed as a vulgar adulterous woman, and she was standing in front of her husband’s men’s room. In a situation where her stomach was burning, she could n’t bear to make a louder sound, so she had to repeat her endless tapping her.
‘Kuh, how much longer are you going to make me wait!’
The light and the strange noise that leaked through the cracks in the door undoubtedly let us know that someone was inside. However, contrary to the Duchess’ wish her, the heavily locked door finally opened its hinges after a long time.
“Henrietta, sorry to have kept you waiting.”
“Kikki,” Said a woman who appeared from inside the bedroom and looked at Henrietta, whose eyes widened because of her me. With curly black hair and deep gray eyes, she was an exotic beauty at a glance. She guessed she was like Manusi, a vagabond much seen in Aragon and the West.
‘What is this smell?’
With a strand of wavy hair at the corner of her mouth, she was Ashka. She had been a slave dancer who had buried her face between her master’s crotch and held her throat like a womanizer. The outfit was naked without a single thread on it, so there was only one thing that could be expected.
‘No way…’
Henrietta frowned at her. A woman who seemed to be the same age as me smelled of chestnut flowers, which I couldn’t help but pretend I didn’t know. No matter how much she caught on to my weakness of her, it was unpleasant that she had told others about this tryst.
“Baron, what are you doing now?”
The Duchess, who entered the room with a presumptuous attitude, asked. She quietly closed the door, glanced at Ashka, who had followed her, and then fiercely glared at Rom, who was sipping wine from her glass her at her window her.
“You are wrong. The premise was that no one would know that we were meeting. What the hell is this woman?”
Ashka, who boasted a healthy white color with dark features, was clearly a wandering prostitute favored by some nobles. With bigger breasts than mine and impressive vertical split abs, she violated the secret pact between Henrietta and Romuald.
“What can you expect from a man who can’t even keep his own words? I want to go back! I won’t play into the hands of a rogue like you anymore!”
It was the moment when Henrietta, who had screamed, tried to turn her back. After sipping another sip of her wine, Rom tilted her head as if saying something incomprehensible. Behind the Duchess, she humbly airlifted and asked her line slave.
“Ashka, were you a human?”
Ashka shook her head resolutely, shaking her curly hair, and replied immediately. With common sense and culture, she uttered words that would frighten anyone.
“No, Ashka is nothing more than a bucket of cum for your master to use.”
“What were you doing just a moment ago?”
“To the female subject, I gave pleasure on behalf of the late bitch at the promised time. I served by holding the master’s dignified cock beyond my lips and up to my throat. As punishment for not being able to absorb all of the cum that was pleasantly packed, I took a vulgar stance and was fucked until I was angry.”
Henrietta was stunned. She couldn’t even guess how she had reduced a normal woman to this level. She blamed herself internally, saying that it was my fault for making things like this because I fell for her boonie baron Iniha’s outward appearance her in the first place.
“Go back to the basement. I’ll make up for it later, so be prepared.”
“Thank you for your mercy as always, Master.”
Respectfully bowing her head at her Rom’s command Her, Lynn Ashka left her room naked. Her fasting behavior of her, not caring if she bumped into anyone, shocked the Duchess again. There was even a mention of the basement of the mansion, which had never been introduced.
“Don’t worry, Henrietta.”
“Don’t call me friendly.”
“Ah, I will keep that in mind. Even half words are lovely.”
I hated her sly attitude to her, but I couldn’t beat her. Henrietta, who pursed her lips with her narrowed eyes, let out a deep sigh. The first impression was strong and courageous, and when the man who made me exclaim in my heart showed his true nature his and approached quietly, he reflexively raised one hand and tensed up.
“Keep in mind, though.”
“What, what?”
“I am a man who keeps his promises.”
The root of the problem came from an aberration that occurred a few days ago.
“So…”
But one thing is important right now.
“Tonight, you will be mine.”
Duchess LeBlanc’s night is exclusively for Baron Ardenne.
