History at the Library

“Hu…….”

Just now a marriage offer from the Accra Kingdom had been received and it wasn’t something he could easily ignore. Accra Kingdom was a state that had power over their access to important waterways, the buffer state in wars that could occur in the near future, and an important western nation whose growth was centered around harbors.

It’s important to remain in a good relationship with them.

Not to mention, the offered amount of wealth as the bride’s betrothal was incredibly exceptional and the marriage partner was a princess rumored to be of great beauty.

She had been raised to obediently and loyally serve her husband and would be unable to grow enough power and influence to rebel politically in either her own nation or some foreign country.

I’ll have to take in a princess as the Empress, I suppose.

However, as the discussion continued, a certain lady came into Julian’s mind. Honey blonde hair, an aroma that made one lustful, and those lifeless green eyes.

Indeed. Those fucking eyes that held not even an ounce of emotion exception fraudulence.

Damn bitch.

One couldn’t even find the ‘s’ of sensuousness on her pale face and stiff body. However, those eyes still stimulated Julian’s nerves. The red lips that were plaintive and trembled red lips and had whispered, “Your Majesty”.

She pretended to be a femme fatale, who had come to seduce him coarsely, and soon showed the contradictory attitude of a tearful prey.

He felt irritated. She was merely the lady of a viscount but her presence had wedged deep inside of his head and wouldn’t budge. He had even thoughtlessly been involved in a relationship with her without a contraceptive artifact or spell. He did this despite the fact that he knew that Carden’s sponsor was Duke Biron.

If it had been any other lady of a viscount household, he could have just thrown her the position of an Empress if she became pregnant. However, she was Duke Biron’s woman in the first place.

To take it upon oneself to actively sponsor someone so they can take up a seat in society. Ha, it’s not even funny.

Julian still remembered the messy sexual intercourse between the two that he’d seen occur in the corner of the garden during an event. The location where he had forcefully held down Carden, who had clearly rebelled and thrust his hips violently, could be seen very well from the terrace he currently stood on.

Duke Biron had raped Carden in front of the Emperor for him to watch, and the Emperor, despite knowing his obvious schemes, still became attracted to her in the end.

At first, it had been a light interest. Only to the point that he would chuckle lightly at the Duke’s clear intentions behind his vulgar acts. Then, at a moment of impulse, he thought to become drunk within her and throw her away. But…….

In the end, it had become as tangled as tangled could be.

Carden, that innocent and naive lady, still deeply believed in Duke Biron’s false whispers of love. She had been conquered by those honey-coated words and was unable to swim out of it.

Whew. What useless thinking.

If he knew that the situation would become so bothersome, he wouldn’t have allowed any curiosity to develop in the first place. He would rather tie that woman down to his side so others wouldn’t be able to covet her, but that was only advantageous to the Duke.

I’ll have to cut it off. It’s not too late yet.

While Julian definitely lusted after Carden, he didn’t want her enough to walk straight into the Duke’s hands. Even as he believed such, in the end, he slammed his fist down on the throne’s armrest.

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He felt frustrated as though his insides were all blocked.

“Your expression is rather brutal, Your Majesty.”

It was just then that the Emperor’s expression, which was chilly, shattered as a young man opened the door and walked in.

He was dressed in black from head to toe and walked into the audience chamber with dirt-covered shoes. Every time he stepped forward, ashes from the cigarette clasped between his two lips fell down like flower petals.

“Y… Your Highness!”