Farewell My Concubine Book の小説・ストーリー

she asked. “No, no. I just… I mistook you for someone else, that's all” I smiled awkwardly, “Have a nice day.” “Yes, your majesty.” She smiled and scurried off as if staying in my presence was a risk she wasn't willing to take. I took a good look at the concubine quarters and was impressed. It was an open plan with a mini garden in the center. There were about four doors surrounding me, each one with the name of a concubine pasted on the wall. I wrinkled my nose.

Especially the part where they had the king assassinated. "Enough, boys, I think it's time to start our business, don't you agree?" Her brown skin glowed beneath the low-hanging chandelier. Her red dress sparkled as she moved. All and all, I understood that she had become a concubine for the second time around. Not that Farren was any less beautiful. On the contrary, my mate was the most beautiful woman of all. Fuck. The weed was still fucking with my mind. "You invited her to join?" Tristan seethed. Glared at his father. Dominique shrugged.

I told, and I looked away because it's so awkward. It's time to exit now, Wendy. Go, run! "Not yet," he spoke in a authoritative voice. My feet stopped when I heard him. Gosh, why my feet stopped just hearing him? Wendy, you should not have listen to him. Then, I saw the woman that was with him inside the room a while ago passed through my right side and she left us two. She even gave me a sweet smile like she is telling me she had a good time with him.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and she looked at me disapprovingly. “Last bottle, another bottle,” I said with a smile, then drained my glass of wine in one gulp. Is the world in front of me becoming illusory, or my world in rotation? A second before I lay down, I saw one, two, three, Selene, stagger anxiously toward me. "A concubine is nothing. It's just a tool for men to have children. Even if they have children, you can raise them or let someone else raise them. You are the Queen and you have the right to handle these women and children.”

Memories of that night were hazy. How long now? –One year! She had been his concubine for that long. She couldn't bring herself to tell him she had fallen in love with him, that wasn't the agreement. Days after they met in the club, she begged to know why he hadn't taken advantage of her that night and he had told her he preferred his women pliant and willing and that he wanted something casual. Kira had agreed, either way, the man was too beautiful to resist. She never in a million years thought she'd be a man's concubine but she was desperate to have him any which way.

Everyone turned around looking at me, I had totally forgotten where I was. I cleared my throat and maintained a serious face. Something in me felt so sorry for him, I felt this connection I couldn't explain. It was pushing me towards him, I held the door knob about to go in. “His favorite concubine couldn't pacify him, what makes you think you can. He would fling you out.” The other concubines said. I could hear their whispers, they were making fun of me. In fear, I walked into the room. His head was bowed down to earth, closing the door attracted his attention. My heart shook vibrantly, it seemed like it could fly out of my chest at any moment.

Chanel tidied up her clothing and then walked into my room, saying to me carefully, “Did you hear that, Connor? I didn't lend him any money. “I see his true colors now. From now on, you're the only one I'll cherish.” I just felt sad looking at her like this. They threw Marcus away like trash so they could stay on the moral high ground. However, they forgot that they were also the ones who treated Marcus like a prince back then, using him to trample all over my pride.

Sir Andrew says and I took him through the corner of my eyes not understanding. “And why do we need that?”, I ask. One thing I have understood after taking in a concubine is that it has more than what is visible to the eyes of the people. Where the position in itself, seems degrading and unfit for any person, the rules and rituals that follow are almost tantamount to getting married to a person.

When I open the letter – I place my hand on to my mouth , loudly gasping as the read it. My dear princess… I have not seen you in over ten days , I feel as if I am going crazy. I can not wait to have you close to me again – I can not wait to have you all to my self. A little birdy tells me , that you refuse to be my wife – that really is disappointing to hear. Well… I have left a little gift by the garden , it will help persuade you into reconsidering marrying me Love , Your future husband