I Don't Need the Grand Duke's Regret - Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Translator: effe
First night.
After the wedding ceremony that was far from romantic, Armilla groomed herself. Even if it was informal, a marriage was a marriage and a first night ceremony had to be held.
Armilla chose Luce as her maid to attend to her body. Thanks to that, she was able to prevent another unfortunate incident from being pricked by a needle, but that was it.
Armilla couldn’t ask for any advice about a night between men and women. She would normally receive such education from her parents, but Armilla does not have any parents.
Missus Catarina disappeared after showing where the Black Room was, as if her duty had been completed.
So Armilla was left shivering on the wide bed, surrounded by the dark maroon furniture.
Her dress, prepared for her first night, was made of light chiffon.
No, can this even be called a dress?
After washing her body with Luce’s help, Armilla was horrified to see the prepared dress.
The multi-layered skirt was completely see-through, putting her shoulders and upper chest on full display.
Also, how provocative the underwear is.
She was worried that the underwear, which barely covered important parts of her body with lace, would tear while wearing it.
‘It’s cold…….’
Armilla rubbed the light hairs on her arms. The Grand Duke’s room had a warm fire, but she was so thinly dressed that it felt chilly.
But the biggest problem now wasn’t the cold.
The fact was that she had to show this appearance to Ricardo, not to anyone else.
Armilla looked at the black door with her anxious eyes.
She couldn’t swallow the dinner, so she skipped the meal. Ricardo was not coming out of the office too because he was also busy with his duties.
The first night begins when he comes to the bedroom.
Armilla hoped that Ricardo would show up very late, in the dark of the night.
So he may not see this appearance, which was no different from being naked.
“Did you wait long?”
However, despite Armilla’s wishes, the door soon opened. It had been less than an hour since she had been in the Black Room.
“It’s dark.”
Because it was winter and the days were short, light shadows spread throughout the room. Ricardo put the lamp he brought down on the bedside. As he lit the bedroom candles one by one, the room gradually became brighter.
As the shadows on her body gradually faded, Armilla got frightened and crawled into bed.
“Are you going to sleep already?”
Ricardo asked indifferently as Armilla squirmed under the blanket. Armilla swallowed hard and curled her body.
“Can you please turn off the light?”
“Why?”
Armilla hesitated, unable to answer readily. As she paused, Ricardo lit the remaining candlestick and walked to the bed.
“Do you like the dark?”
“It’s not like that.”
Armilla, who was answering with a trembling heart, was startled when the bed started to rock.
Ricardo sat on the bed.
“So?”
Soon, a deep, resonant voice rang right into Armilla’s ears. The large man’s hand rested on the bedside. Ricardo held Armilla close to her as if holding her from above.
“Tell me.”
“I…… I…….”
Her body trembled. The sound of her heart beating loudly rang.
‘What to do?’
If she could, she would have kicked her feet. What on earth should she do in this situation?
Unable to find an answer, Armilla held on to the blanket like the last resort. When she hardly brought her face out from under the blanket, Ricardo grabbed the blanket with his other hand.
“Don’t avoid me.”
“Ah…… !”
The blanket was lifted, revealing Armilla. Ricardo glanced at his bride reflected in the orange light.
His sharp gaze rested on her beautiful, frightened face, and then it slowly descended.
The sight of a woman with pure white skin lying on the black bed was enough to steal his attention.
Her sunset-red hair was curled over the black sheet, and the thin chiffon dress was draped over her white skin.
Her long, straight neck, and her clavicle bone sticking out in a straight line. Two long legs stretched out beneath them.
Armilla twisted her body as she cleverly kept her secret place covered with the barely-there underwear.
Armilla was holding the sheets, not knowing it. Her chest heaved up and down as she took in her breath. At that sight, a low groaning rang through Ricardo’s vocal cords.
“I will ask you again. You can stop now.”
The deep voice rang in Armilla’s heart. Ricardo continued as he turned his gaze to her white thighs exposed between the skirts.
“If you’re not going to be faithful to me, then stop here.”
“…… What about Your Grace?”
“What?”
“Does Your Grace have any other women?”
Ricardo looked like he was caught off guard by Armilla’s question. He soon returned to his usual stoic expression and spoke.
“No.”
Ricardo’s answer brought a smile to Armila’s face. His words were enough to turn the nervousness she felt a moment ago into excitement.
“So do I.”
Armilla smiled brightly and extended both her hands to Ricardo. Then Ricardo lowered his body and kissed Armilla.
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[Information for the next chapters:
I originally translated the R-15 version of this book. Usually, R-15 meant that they have non-explicit steamy parts. But to let readers have a full taste, I have decided to include the explicit scenes from the R-19 version of ‘Grand Duke’s Regret’.
Originally, it depicts the scene but not that blatant and in detail. Hope you enjoy~]
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