MasukPlease..." she gasped weakly, her hands now powerless to push him away. "Why... why are you doing this?" Vladimiros didn’t answer. He continued to drain her, savoring every drop. But then, as suddenly as it began, he pulled away. Freya let out a strangled gasp, barely able to breathe as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. "Why..." she whispered, barely audible, before her vision went black. Vladimiros smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Wow..." he murmured softly, his tone full of admiration. "I’ve never tasted werewolf blood so good."
Lihat lebih banyakThe silence in the great hall was suffocating.The nobles hadn’t dared move. Fenrir stood still, tense beneath the Emperor’s gaze.Then came the voice—quiet, amused, deadly:“Tell me, Fenrir…” Vladimiros tilted his head, a slow grin curling on his lips. “How much do you hate your sister?”Fenrir blinked. His lips parted slightly, as if the question itself had struck him harder than any sword.“I…” he began, searching for the right words. “Your Majesty, I don’t hate her.”“Mm.” Vladimiros stepped closer, his grin not reaching his eyes. “You don’t hate her.”He circled Fenrir slowly, the way a predator might stalk an injured animal, gaze sharp and calculating. “Then let’s call it what it is—obsession, perhaps?”Fenrir stiffened.“You watch her,” Vladimiros continued, his tone light. “You chase her from court to court, insult her in public, and provoke her until her hands shake with rage. Sounds less like concern… and more like a man who can't stand that she exists without needing you.”
Freya kept her eyes low, trying not to look at the throne again. She didn’t want to see the courtesan. She didn’t want to see him.But Fenrir wasn’t done.He stepped closer, lowering his head to whisper in her ear. His breath was warm, and his voice cold.“Aren’t you ashamed, Freya?” he said softly. “You didn’t even try to cover your shame by skipping this event.”Freya’s body stiffened.Fenrir leaned in more. “How do you think his people feel… seeing a cursed girl standing next to their Emperor? No one even needs to say it—you should stay away from him.”He was about to continue, but before the words could leave his mouth—SLAP.Freya’s hand struck Fenrir’s cheek so hard, the sound echoed through the hall. His head snapped to the side. He stumbled back a step, blinking in surprise.Gasps filled the air. A few goblets even slipped from hands.Freya glared at him, her voice clear and sharp.“First of all,” she said, “this is not my father’s land anymore.”Her eyes burned with anger. “S
The moonlight shone through the colorful glass windows of the feast hall. The lights made shapes on the smooth floors and walls covered in silk. Sweet scents of roses, wine, and something musky filled the air. Soft music played as dancers moved across the floor. Their clothes were thin, their movements slow and tempting.Freya stepped into the room and stopped.The dress hugged her body tightly. It was deep blue with tiny stones sewn into it that sparkled with each step. Her arms were bare, and the front of the dress was cut low. Her hair was pinned up with silver pieces that looked like stars. She had never worn anything like it. She felt exposed.Lylah walked beside her, eyes wide. “I told you this would be insane,” she whispered, nudging her arm.“I feel like I shouldn’t be here,” Freya said softly. Her eyes moved around, watching courtesans lying on soft couches, feeding fruit to laughing nobles.A trumpet sound echoed through the hall.Everyone went quiet.The Emperor entered.Vl
Freya woke up to the soft sounds of palace life outside her room. The maids were bustling about as usual, and she could feel the heavy air of anticipation hanging in the corridors. She overheard that Vladimiros was out, and though she didn’t know where he had gone, his absence seemed to have shifted the atmosphere in the palace.A maid entered her room with a soft knock on the door. She was holding a beautiful gown, its fabric shimmering faintly under the light."His Majesty wants you to wear this tonight," the maid said, placing the gown on the bed with careful hands.Freya looked at the gown, her curiosity piqued. Before she could say anything, she reached out and grabbed the maid’s hand as she noticed her face."Ma'am," Freya called out, looking at her with a puzzled expression.The maid froze, her body stiffening in surprise. Freya noticed her sudden panic.Immediately, Freya pulled her hand back. "I—I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to..." she stammered, eyes wide in apology. "I shouldn't





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