Toxic Marriage - Chapter 13.2

Chapter 13.2

His voice was monotonous, but the hidden meaning behind his words was as dark as his eyes.

Whether he was looking inside her or not, Freya hoped that he would quickly withdraw his hand, but he continued to lower his fingers as if he enjoyed watching her stiff expression.

Soon after passing her stomach, his fingertips reached her lower abdomen where she had felt the heat a little while ago. As his sharp fingernails gently scratched the fabric, a burning sensation spread across Freya’s skin as if the forgotten feeling was being revived.

“Sometimes I can see not only your thoughts and feelings, but also your body’s condition.”

A relaxed voice reached Freya’s sensitive ears.

Freya straightened her posture, feeling that if he went down any further, he would reach the already soaking-wet area between her legs.

Thump, thump, thump. The moment her heart started pounding hard, Freya jumped up from her seat.

“… I wonder, the human mind is something that you can never fully grasp even if you think otherwise.”

“…”

“Even I sometimes don’t know my own mind, how can someone else know it?”

Fenrir smiled and withdrew his hand.

“The reason you are able to act arrogant even in this situation is probably because many people were protecting you up until now, right?”

People protecting her…?

“Whether it’s your guardian who opposed this marriage to the end or someone else.”

When Fenrir suddenly mentioned Tyrann, Freya wondered if a letter had arrived. But he wouldn’t tell her even if she asked.

Fenrir tilted his chin and slowly traced over the rim of the glass with his fingertip.

“However, no matter how many people care about you or what power they have, you’d better not expect them to help you here.”

“…”

“There’s nothing they can do.”

Lifting his chin slightly, Fenrir looked at Freya, who was standing there awkwardly.

“The same goes for you.”

If someone else had said this to her, she would have snorted right away. She would have considered it a blatant attitude to try to discourage her.

However, the reason why this passing warning got stuck in her heart like a piece of glass was because the gloomy scenery of the castle and his arrogance did not feel like a mere bluff.

Freya straightened her posture to avoid appearing weak.

Like a dark swamp that wraps around your feet and sinks you in, once she sunk into Niflheim, she might be bound forever. Her instincts sounded the alarm at the rushing fear.

Freya, who had been avoiding Fenrir’s gaze, suddenly picked up the teacup on the table and drank the tea.

Gulp, gulp.

After drinking all the tea in one go, she lowered the teacup on the table with a thud, then wiped the corners of her mouth.

“I drank it all.”

“…”

“Can I go back now?”

She had finished her meal and even dessert. Now that she had done everything he wanted, she had a reason to leave.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t worried that the Margrave would look at her with cold eyes and pressure her due to her impudent behavior, but it was better than sitting still and being overwhelmed by the feeling of being sucked down.

The corners of Fenrir’s mouth curved slightly at the sight of Freya asking permission with an attitude that wasn’t exactly asking.

Again, the expression on his face was like someone who was looking at something funny and curious.

But soon, he gave her permission.

“Alright. You can go.”

Her gaze lingered on his smiling face before she hurriedly left the banquet hall.

***

Upon returning to her room, Freya lay down on the bed and buried her face in the pillow.

She was fooled by him again. Why was it that she couldn’t move when she was in front of him, like a mouse in front of a cat?

He grabbed her and shook her in an unexpected way.

Despair and lust.

The intense s*xual desire she felt for the first time remained a lingering shock to her.

‘S*xual desire…’

In fact, Freya didn’t know very well about what happened between men and women, which was something the maids chattered about in the back room when they were bored.

Tyrann, the only adult near her, had never given Freya any s*x education. He excluded the idea of men and women sleeping together as if it were a worldly matter that had nothing to do with her.

“Teacher, Marceline the maid and Eric the stable keeper had a child…!”

“Freya, it’s none of your business.”

Even when she occasionally brought up related topics, he frowned as if she was discussing something impure.

But one day, Freya learned of this important matter through the obscene conversation of the maids who were washing clothes in the river stream.