All Chapters of Duke Killian, Please Marry Me Again!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

The night grew later, yet the banquet in the main ballroom remained lively and loud.After spending quite some time talking with Rion, Roxanne eventually realized that her brother had begun to attract groups of nobles eager for a chance to speak with the Crown Prince.On the other side of the hall, Killian was not much different. Several senior dukes and marquises appeared to be discussing matters concerning the northern territories, forcing him into conversations he could not simply walk away from.For a moment, Roxanne merely stood there holding her glass.The ballroom suddenly felt suffocating. Little by little, it all began to make her head ache.“I’ll just step outside for a moment,” she murmured softly to herself.Without drawing anyone’s attention, Roxanne quietly left the ballroom through the large glass doors leading to the mansion’s back garden.The moment the doors closed behind her, the atmosphere changed entirely.Cool night air greeted her.The music from the ballroom be

They arrived at the Lunnart mansion well past midnight.The carriage came to a halt in the front courtyard. Killian stepped out first without turning, Roxanne followed, her silk gown whispering against the stone with every step. She looked at the rigid line of her husband's back straight, unyielding, without the slightest crack of doubt and she knew the night was far from over.A servant opened the great front door with a deep bow. Killian passed through without a word.They climbed the marble staircase to the second floor. She turned her head toward Killian, searching his face for something. Anger. Disappointment. Anything.What she found was far more frightening than any emotion she could have named. A complete and total absence.The bedchamber door opened.Killian released her wrist and walked inside without a backward glance. His footsteps echoed softly across the marble floor as he crossed to the table in the far corner where a bottle of whiskey and a crystal glass already waited

He reached for her then.Not roughly. Not with the desperation of the kiss in the corridor. But with a slowness that was somehow worse a deliberate, measured patience that made Roxanne's breath grow shallow.His fingers found the first pin in her hair, and he pulled it free with care, watching a strand of dark hair fall across her shoulder. Then another. And another. Each pin removed with the precision of a man unwrapping something he had waited far too long to touch, and with every lock of hair that tumbled free, Roxanne felt herself becoming more exposed, more vulnerable, more his.The last pin came loose and her hair cascaded down her back in a dark wave.Killian's fingers slid into it. He fisted a handful at the base of her skull not pulling, not yet just holding, the way one might hold the reins of a horse that had not yet decided whether to run. His other hand moved to the side of her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone, and when he spoke again, his voice had dropp