My Dear Grand Duke on a Leash - Chapter 3

Chapter 2.1 — Princess’ Wedding (1)

She’d rather be invisible, like last night.

Every time she twisted or moved my head, the blanket that covered her knees fluttered as if it would soon fall down. The sound of her hair brushing against the bedding, the fervent friction, and the next unpredictable movement made her head spin.

It was wet, hot, and it felt like she was going crazy.

‘What should I do? Even now, ung, I don’t know. No, not like this…’

“Ang…!”

The sensation of soft and strong adsorption gave her a shudder as Lariette’s back twisted at the pleasure like a slow tidal wave, and she tilted her head back.

The inverted sky beyond the window was exceptionally refreshing. As the Platanus tree leaves that had crossed the window sill swayed in the breeze, the transparent sunlight broke into pieces between the green leaves.

At the silent and dazzling climax, her breath trembled and tears welled up. However, he didn’t wait for her senses to subside and a soft piece of flesh pierced the gap between her floating in the clouds. At that moment, something flicked through her wet, blurry vision. A lark passed through the leaves of the sycamore and landed on the window sill. It was a baby lark boasting black feathers with a blue sheen.

It was beautiful, shining like a black opal, a black lark…

…Huh?

Riette’s eyes widened.

“Gr-Grand Duke, stop for a second, stop, hurry…! By the window—”

As if surprised by something, she hurriedly pushed her legs away, but he didn’t budge. Still, Riette shouted urgently as she pushed his shoulders with her feet and his head under the blanket with her hands.

“There’s a lark by the window. Ian is here!”

Startled, Grand Duke raised his head, and his blue eyes contained the huge arched window. There, a black-haired boy was hanging from the window sill where the black lark had been sitting just a moment ago.

The blue eyes of the five-year-old child curved like crescent moons.

“Brother! Princess! I want to play, too!”

A bright smile crept across his chubby cheeks.

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Helios Tribune Exclusive Project — The Marriage of Venus, Pursuing Its Sorrowful Slope (1)

…Chalonné was a simple kingdom run by a queen and two princesses. What was the most famous thing about Chalonné, where it boasted of its pea-sized land and year-round spring weather?

We all know.

Princess Beatrice de Chalonné.

Venus of Chalonné. A chaste, graceful, and wise princess who was a beauty of a millennium and an example in an age of affluence and debauchery!

Instead of the scandal of the Grand Duke of Acheron, let’s explore the marriage of Venus, a sad event for men on all continents. Unlike her younger sister, Princess Lariette, Beatrice de Chalonné…

The flavor of rooibos tea permeated through the scent of roses in the summer garden as Lariette laid down weakly onto the tea table.

“Bea, let’s get married and grow old as grandmother princesses who are on good terms, huh? How can I live now without my sister?”

Curly wheat-colored hair and round eyes like a squirrel. Unlike her slender and tall older sister, she was small and tiny, and had a talkative personality. Lariette de Chalonné. In other words, she was a completely different princess from her older sister.

At her mischievous whining, Beatrice simply smiled kindly at her sister.

Bloodless transparent cheeks, dry lips, along with amethyst-colored eyes, and elegant platinum hair, added a sad beauty to Bea’s emaciated face. Like everyone else, Riette loved her sister. If the minstrel had been born in a romantic era of war, heroism, and chivalry, there would’ve easily been over a hundred songs praising her sister.

‘At that time, I probably would be sister’s most loyal handmaid?’

It was an imagination that everyone who knew her sister would agree with. As Bea lifted the porcelain teapot with the elegant gesture of grace, hot steam flowed out of the dripping crimson tea.

“I’ll help you, so make sure you do well this time. The Imperial Prince is coming as a guest. Even though you rejected him fifteen years ago… Heum, cough, they say a man can’t forget his first love forever, just as a dog can’t forget its first owner.”

“High Highness Prince Narkissis? Forget it. He’s sweet, but he’s too beautiful. If there’s a person who is the prettiest person next to my sister, it must be His Highness Narkissis. Besides, I like animals more than men. I’m not sure about that yet… I don’t know.”

Lariette had never had her heart beat for a member of the opposite sex in her twenty years of life. Although she wondered how it felt, especially how lively her older sister was when she fell in love. Still, what made her heart beat were cute animals like dogs, cats, little birds, and rabbits.

Beatrice smiled as if she thought her younger sister was cute.

“Then, His Highness Narkissis must be the third most beautiful person in the world. My cute little sister, Lariette, because you’re the most beautiful.”

“Sister. Then, besides His Highness Narkissis, what do you think about Grand Duke Acheron, who’s coming this time as well?”

At the question, Bea’s beautiful eyebrows raised awkwardly. She stopped her hand from pouring the tea and looked at Riette.

“As I hear, I don’t think he’s compatible with an ample and lovely child like you.”

“Hmm. It’s the first time sister has been so negative towards someone.”

“The Grand Duke of Acheron is so closed off. He’s the largest noble in the empire, yet there’s no word about his family… There are also rumors that he has a genetic disease. While we shouldn’t blindly believe in rumors, don’t get too interested in it, Riette.”

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