Chapter 11

The midday sun streamed in through the open window. Evely was lying on the edge of the bed, uncomfortably tossing and turning. As she was pulling the covers up to the top of her head to avoid the light penetrating through her closed eyes, she suddenly opened her eyes wide at the ominous energy running down her spine.

She pulled down the covers and looked at the window, and before she knew it, the sun was shining in the middle of the sky, and Evely sat up in surprise.

“Oh no!”

Her mind was tangled in complications. She should be doing something, but in her noisy head, she couldn’t quite command where to start. She lowered her legs under the bed thinking that she should get up, and that’s when she felt a throbbing pain under her. It wasn’t just that. Her whole body felt like she was beaten up. Suddenly, the image of herself from last night flashed through her mind. It made her shudder.

Last night, when she had surrendered her body on behalf of the princess, it was as clear to her as if it just happened, despite its lack of reality, and the traces left all over her body proved it vividly.

‘Ha, ha, ha…’

Last night, Evely slumped down like a dog and raised her hips high as her master ordered.

He was tireless, he pounded her flower at the same rate as it was at the beginning. If she looked like she was struggling, he would just take a fleeting break, and if he thought she was second-guessing, he would again grip her hips relentlessly with his large hands. Each time he did, Evely would freak out and involuntarily tighten even harder inside.

“Relax,” he commanded, wrinkling his brows, but even with the tension relieved, she couldn’t relax. How could she? This embarrassing posture would definitely reveal her clandestine service, but she had more than enough on her hands to pay attention to it. She couldn’t afford to put any effort into her own body, not even a little.

“Ah!”

Alec’s body finally shuddered with pleasure, as he poured his seeds into her. She thought it was finally over, but for some reason, he didn’t get his manhood out. As she stayed as still as possible, she could feel him getting bigger and bigger inside her. Then he began to push his swollen part inside again. He had teased her so many times during the night, and he finally let her go when she had no energy left to moan about. His eyes still looked cold as he met her before leaving the bedroom.

After a few moments, Evely managed to pick up her clothes and put them on, and waited anxiously for the princess to return, trembling with anxiety. However, the Princess did not return until dawn, and Evely had to return to her room so as not to give the other maids any unnecessary misunderstandings. After a while, she intended to go to the Princess’s bedroom again, but as soon as she lay down on the bed, she fell fast asleep as if she had fainted.

‘I almost died yesterday, and I’m going to die today.’

When she finally got up, she hurried to put on her servant’s clothes, and approached the mirror in the corner. As she gathered her messy hair into one round knot, she noticed the red marks on her collarbone. She remembered how relentlessly he had sucked up here yesterday. She lowered her hand as if possessed by something and searched carefully for the stasis. Her unkempt hair flowed over her pale cheeks. The first man she had spent the night with, for some reason, she felt a little strange.

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“Go to the garden.”

The maid who was wiping down the railing told Evely. She expressed her gratitude and made her way impatiently to make up for the delay. She walked out the large main gate and began to cross the garden. The garden was grand and beautiful. Alan, the gardener, had painstakingly tended to one area, as if it had been neglected by a senseless master who had spent many days at war. The neat and tidy bushes were arranged in rows without the slightest deviation, and the flowers in full bloom here and there had a more refreshing glow in the clear sunlight. As she looked around, feeling a little lighter, she saw the face she had so desperately wanted to see last night. It was an unbelievable sight. The princess was sitting at a table inside a garden of red roses, enjoying her afternoon tea.

Evely, who was staring at her with a dumbfounded look on her face as the Princess sipped her tea in comfort while exchanging words to her servants, suddenly came to her senses and rushed in front of her. The princess, who was savoring the cookies, opened her mouth pleasantly to Evely. Her voice was surprisingly calm.

“Aren’t you late?”

“I’m sorry. I overslept…..No, I got lazy…..”

Evely instinctively lowered herself, even though she couldn’t figure out what was going on. Then, the Princess made a deliberate, highly exaggerated sound and bent down.

“I didn’t want to wake you. Sometimes people just have to have a good night’s sleep, don’t they?”

“No, Princess….”

Evely was stunned by her benevolence.

The nobles usually thought of the common people and servants as nothing more than a footnote. They were pampered when they had to, and were always ready to toss them aside like a spent music box when the day came that they went against their nerves. Evely thought it would be the same for the princess, but she was a little different from them.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

The Princess added articulately. A short smile stopped at her mouth. Evely blinked in embarrassment. She wondered if she could be forgiven like this, but when she saw the princess’ generous eyes, she tried to raise her body. But then, a low, familiar voice came from behind her.

“I stopped by to have some tea.”

She glanced to the side and saw a large man standing there. The first face she had seen since last night made her heart throb.

“How do you like your tea?”

But his behavior and voice seemed like nothing had happened. Evely grabbed her skirt tightly and took a couple of steps back.

“It’s delicious, since the Count took such good care of us. It’s a little more bitter than the tea we drink in Astina, though.”

“You’re still very honest.”

He sat across the princess and smiled.

‘Still….? Is he saying that they’ve known each other for a while? What the hell is going on here?’

Evely was confused, and tried to use her brain, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure out the complicated situation. The only thing she was sure of was that Alec did not look at her in the slightest.

“That’s my strength.” The Princess responded.

As if he hadn’t anticipated her words, Alec chuckled. It wasn’t the first time Evely had seen him laugh, but the unfamiliar look on his face at this moment, which somehow seemed gentler, it held her gaze for a moment.

“I hope you can enjoy it with cookies, because you have a sweet tooth.”

“How can the Count not like them? It’s so sweet.”

“I don’t like sweet things.”

“You may enjoy it someday. We don’t know an inch ahead of us when it comes to the future.”

The princess gave a refreshing smile. Her smile became even more visible as the sunlight streamed over her head. Alec, who had been staring at the princess with his jaw closed, asked in a rather calm voice.

“How are you feeling?”

“As usual, still not good.”

Evely frowned a little, as she didn’t understand what the princess meant when she looked into her eyes. Because the princess who said that seemed stronger than anyone else.