The words, coming out of her mouth, surprisingly didn't chill the warm atmosphere held between them.Nor did Sol's expression change, or he spoke anything to comfort her. It wasn't his style.Saying that everything would be alright?Those kinds of words and actions with nothing to back them up were nothing more than pure hypocrisy.What's more, did she need his pity or consoling words? No, she didn't. Edea wasn't a weak woman, she never was. She wasn't someone who needed a young little boy to act as if he understood her pain and sympathize with her. The truth — as it will always be — is that he could never truly understand her pain, hence, he never acted like he did."I really wonder. Generally, people at this moment always have an awkward expression and become very uncomfortable or try to comfort me. But, the same has never happened in your case even after I explained what being a witch truly meant.""If you don't share someone's pain, you can never come to understand them. But just
Finished with the boring yet necessary lessons for his future role as a King, Sol was now free to do what he really wished to do all day; as was the case for any day for as long as he remembered.Walking, nigh sprinting, towards the stables while keeping his noble appearance intact, by some measure, Sol barely managed to hide his excitement, until he found himself face to face with another person — his next instructor."Prince Sol, I am happy that you took your precious time to come learn from this old man. I hope you had a beautiful day, today."Smiling at the words of the white-haired old man bowing in front of him, Sol wanted to answer casually but remembered where he was.Right now, he was outside the tower, but still close to it. He understood that he shouldn't go too far as long as he didn't awaken and obtain a reliable way to defend himself, he had to be very careful about his safety."Do not worry lord Gerald. You are a man I respect very much and taking lessons from you has a
The gentle calming music of a harp echoed soothingly in the large dining space. In the middle of the pristine white room people, guests of today's event, sat on either side of the relatively large table. The Supreme Daughter being the only one sitting at the helm of the white wooden dining table.The stirring notes of gently plucked strings, resounding like the angelic hymns of heaven, were also the sole source of noise in the eerily quiet room. Even though the group currently dining was quite sizable, they ate in perfect and utter silence.At the head of the table sat Camelia, resting on her comfortable seat, on her right sat Sol, and on her left the Duchess Milaris eating away with elegance, the scowl never leaving her otherwise glorious face.The rectangular table was clearly divided into two camps, two sides at a silent war of stares, with Sol's side of the camp being quite empty. Still, this did not seem to bother him in the slightest.The table was filled with delicious but ligh
Not dense, unlike your average harem protagonist, Sol was aware when he was receiving an invitation for a steamy session of carnal indulgence.In fact, perceptive as he was from a young age, he always had the nagging feeling that Camelia's love for him was slowly morphing into something less than platonic. The only thing stopping her previously from taking any sort of action was that he was a minor, a child to speak plainly.However, with him nearing the demarcation age of fifteen, he could already be considered an adult, by this world's standards, in every sense of the word. He having a nice couple of nights of passion with Milia, and his other trysts with the maids, also helped her to make the necessary step. Everything incorporated, Camelia was now ready to take their relationship to the step she was waiting for, for ages.Feeling bold, he casually stretched out his hands, brazenly groping her ample breasts through her white dress. Feeling them up, he instantly felt her momentarily
Utterly devoid of any article of clothes, Camelia, the Supreme Daughter of Castitas, was awkwardly placed on the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward in an exhibitionistic display that teased the height of shame. The creator of such a brazen display, Sol, the shameless prince, narrowed his eyes lovingly as he viewed her in all her naked and depraved glory.Despite her growing age, her pussy was tightly shut and devoid of any pubic hair. The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight.The holy woman, truly embarrassed by the position she was now bound to uphold, couldn't help but ask with a trembling voice lacing her soothing vocals."Hmmm…Sol? Why am I being bound so?""Of course, it's because you wish for it, don't you?""Heh, you shouldn't be so surprised, no? I remember some of the books you have in your collection. Well, most of the books. After all, they
In the quiet bedroom, only the sound of two people breathing rhythmically could be heard. Camelia’s breathing was calming down to an even pace. Sol lowered his head and turned her a bit sideways. Then he enveloped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest. He simply embraced her for a while and then began to cover her lips, eyes, and forehead with soft affectionate kisses. “Ha-ha, that’s ticklish.” “Shall I make it not ticklish?” Sol whispered softly and gently bit her neck. His hand stealthily moved from her back to her waist but she twisted her body and naturally pushed his hand away. When the smooth supple sensation of her skin disappeared from his palm, he reached out stubbornly and grabbed her butt instead. This time, Camelia pushed away from his chest. “We can’t. I have a lot to do, so I have to get up early tomorrow morning.” “What do you have to do?” Camelia caressed his face as she spoke, "The ceremony for your awakening will happen in the tower, but th
Where there was light, there, inevitably, lay the presence of shadow, of darkness. A kingdom, no matter how strong, how lawful can never be without its own form of darkness and malice. Born out of the malevolence of the privileged few, who think that they are entitled to everything as if it was their birthright, the rotten — dark smudges of a kingdom formed into creation. The slavery system — a thing of the past. A thing of such horror that… it was hard just to even look back and reminisce about the state it had imposed on society. Thankfully, the horrible system had been reformed in the hands of the hero king. Mars, during the full length of his life, gave his all in slowly but surely improving the conditions of the slaves, the cursed reality they found themselves in. Nowadays, all slaves were the shared property of the kingdom and as such, hurting them was equal to damaging the kingdom's property and their honor. An offense that was punishable by death. Alongside some other such
The grating sounds of sword clashing against sword, resonated deeply in the hanging garden of the tower of babel. Sparks flew, and exchanges were made. In the middle of the clearing stood a ring, there… two people were fighting. No hesitation reflected in their moves, matching speed, strength, and skills in a macabre display, trying their utmost to best the other and emerge triumphant. One of them, a young golden streaked, and blonde-haired boy, was sweating profusely due to the unceasing combat that followed till now. An extremely focused expression, however, persisted on his handsome face, his body precisely evading the blows and murderous slashes of his opponent. Still, he didn't stop there, answering his opponent's relentless strikes with equally brutal attacks of his own. The other person, a sapphire blue-haired young woman, clearly slightly older than the boy, had a much more relaxed expression and overall body language during the length of the exchange. Still, her gait was f