I Don't Need the Grand Duke's Regret - Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Translator: effe
“Haa, haa, haa!”
White steam spreads out between the red lips. The wandering woman’s feet sunk deep into the snow that piled up to her knees.
A woman in a sheer dress, not dressed for the blizzard, was running through the snow-covered trees.
The woman’s face as she climbed the snowy mountain looked desperate. Like a beast was chasing her from behind, she ran without a break.
Faster.
Further.
To get away from the black castle, the woman ran like a madman.
“Ah…… !”
The woman who had been running for a long time finally collapsed on the snowy field. She had been running straight forward when she stumbled upon a boulder she hadn’t seen.
‘Of all places.’
Her hands, frozen red from the cold, cupped her ankle. When she squeezed it lightly, her beautiful face frowned at once.
A sharp pain dominated her entire leg. Her ankle seemed to be sprained tight.
‘What should I do?’
The woman who was rubbing her ankle gulped in nervousness. She breathed heavily and looked terrifiedly at the castle that was visible among the blizzard.
The castle of the Vittore family that defends Renato, the border area of the Arcangelo Empire.
The place where Ricardo Vittore, the bloodless and tearless Grand Duke Vittore, who leads the Black Wolf Knights, lives.
‘This is not the time.’
The woman who was looking at the castle with cold eyes, bit her lips. She struggled to get her body up with a grim face.
She has to get out of this snowy mountain before darkness falls on the sky. Before her hideous pursuers find her out.
Hoof! Hoof!
Hoof!
A hound barked through the snow wind.
The woman who was staggering, quickened her pace feeling the sound following her. The pain in her leg was getting worse. She had to clench her teeth at every step.
“Ugh…….”
But she can’t stop. If not now, there will be no more chance to escape. She can’t be locked in the red room again.
She had longed for the affection of a man who never cast a look at her. Now she’s tired of being confined. And above all…….
The white hand that had been clasping her leg suddenly moved to her flat stomach. Just as she was caressing something precious, she slowly stroked her stomach.
‘I have to run away for this child’s sake.’
Her green eyes lit up as she looked down at her stomach with a warm gaze.
The woman took a deep breath and started walking. No, she was only about to move.
Until a black shadow falls upon her and covers her.
“…… Armilla.”
The woman, Armilla, trembled at the man’s call.
A deep voice like echoes in a cave. A dignified, high-handed tone.
Ricardo Vittore, the ruler of the dark night and the icy sword, was looking down at Armilla.
“Were you here?”
The cool purple gaze fell down on her red hair that was blowing in the wind.
The hound’s howl was getting farther and farther away. Perhaps the dog was just released to intimidate her.
Armilla’s terrified lips moved. Thoughts swirled in her head that she had to run away quickly.
But that’s the end of it. She couldn’t budge under his pressure.
Armilla shook her head. All she could do was turn away from him.
Ricardo narrowed his eyes as Armilla averted his gaze. And he said in a soft voice.
“Your dress is a mess.”
Ricardo’s voice clearly showed disapproval, and Armilla quietly gulped.
Armilla was afraid of Ricardo.
How on earth did she love this person who was scared enough to be faced at. How could she love someone so cold?
“What were you doing here?”
The purple eyes that fixed his gaze on Armilla flashed. He gazed at Armilla in silence and reached out to the tattered lace.
“I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
The hand that had been gripping the sleeve of her dress roughly gripped her thin forearm.
“Huht…….”
“You’re leaving the castle on your own. Who told you you could?”
Ricardo tugged at Armilla and growled like a hungry beast.
“I clearly have said that every single strand of your hair was mine.”
Did you forget?
Armilla’s face contorted in pain as he grabbed her and spoke lowly.
How can she forget that? The night she became Ricardo’s bride, she heard it. No, perhaps she thought it was.
Although they had a wedding, Armilla was not a formal Grand Duchess. Still, she offered to give him her all. She confessed that she was happy and that she loved him.
Poor Armilla.
What made her so happy about being treated like a mistress? So stupid.
“It’s better for me to disappear for Your Highness’ sake as well.”
“Look at me and tell me that.”
“If you let me go, I will live like I am dead. I won’t even be close to Renato…….”
“Look at me.”
The cold hand cupped her slender chin. Armilla’s head turned and Ricardo pressed her soft cheek. With that, her mouth opened helplessly.
“Ah…… !”
When Armilla’s mouth opened, a piece of flesh slid into her mouth. Ricardo hugged her and tied his tongue wildly.
Ricardo blatantly roamed Armilla’s soft mouth. His thick tongue wrapped around Armilla’s and rubbed tenaciously at the insides of her mouth.
When her lips seemed to want to part, he turned his head and sucked Armilla’s tongue again, mixing his saliva with it. It was a hot kiss unsuitable for the cold.
“Hu-uht…….”
Armilla’s body slowly heated up as the kiss, which started as rough and was becoming intense. The memories of the many nights she had moaned under him began to eat away at her sanity.
No.
Don’t.
Armilla, who was melting into Ricardo, suddenly opened her eyes. She shouldn’t be swept away like this. She can never escape like that.
She twisted her body to free herself from his confining arms, pushing his solid chest out.
But Ricardo didn’t budge. He coveted Armilla relentlessly, like a man tasting a very sweet fruit for the first time in his life.
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