The Tale of Bullshit

Edward felt sweat trickling down his back, his hands becoming clammy as he knelt there. He couldn't believe he was in this position, groveling in front of a woman who had lost her mind. 

If only Richard hadn't threatened him, he would have walked away from all of this madness. But now, he was stuck here, forced to apologize and explain himself. He would rather just straight up annul their engagement, because who wants to marry a crazy woman with an insane family?!

The woman, Beatrice, was scarier than any of them in terms of unpredictability. Arthur was known for his violent tendencies and Richard for his mental manipulation. All of them would straight up destroy everyone's life in their way.

While Beatrice? He didn't know what would happen. Thinking back to the last time she attempted to murder him, he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine.

However, right now, her calm demeanor was unnerving and to make matters worse, there were servants present who could potentially spread rumors of their conversation.

As Edward gestured for the servants to leave, Beatrice's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. "No," she said, her tone icy and commanding. "They will stay, and they will listen to everything." 

Edward seethed with anger as Beatrice commanded the servants to stay and listen. 'This bitch! What was she thinking!?' He thought, his mind racing with frustration and desperation. He could feel their eyes boring into him, judging him for his mistakes.

He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck tensing with anger. 'Oh well,' he thought grimly. 'I will cut their tongues out if they dare to spread this story around.'

Edward took a deep breath, then started to tell Beatrice everything…

....

//flashback//

Duchess Alicia always seemed to have a calming effect on Edward. As they waited for Beatrice together, he couldn't help but admire the way she carried herself with such grace and poise.

Her soft voice and gentle touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Sometimes they would meet in secret, just the two of them. They would talk about the latest news and events happening around them, but it was the way she looked at him that made Edward's heart race.

Her gaze was filled with subtle lust, and her body language was so suggestive that he couldn't help but feel a fire ignite within him.

As they talked about Beatrice's busy schedule and the duchess's own loneliness due to her husband's busy work life, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear.

He could feel her body heat radiating off her, and it was all he could do to resist the temptation that was so clearly written on her face.

...

Edward couldn't help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction about his engagement with Beatrice. It wasn't that he hated her, but she just didn't seem to be enough for him. She wasn't as gentle, pure, or attentive as he had hoped. There were times when he wondered if she even loved him at all.

On the other hand, the Duchess was different. She always made time for him and gave him something that Beatrice couldn't. He knew it was wrong to have an affair with his future mother-in-law and indulge in their passionate love-making, but he couldn't resist her. 

Guilt weighed heavily on him because he should protect his purity before marriage. However, who knows if Beatrice did the same? One day before their affair, Duchess Alicia told him this.

"My daughter has been busy writing and reading books, but that book...." the Duchess said, her voice trailing with worry.

Edward couldn't help but be captivated by her full bosom, the way it heaved slightly from her dress. He tried to focus on what she was saying, but his mind kept wandering to the forbidden thoughts he had of her.

"What book are you referring to, Duchess? You have me curious now," he asked, attempting to keep his voice steady.

"Have you ever heard about the Book of Abomination?" she asked, leaning closer to him. As she spoke, he could feel her breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"The Book of Abomination, you say?" he repeated, his voice low and husky. "I must confess, that I haven't heard of it. But it sounds intriguing."

He leaned closer to her, his lips dangerously close to hers. "Perhaps you could tell me more about it," he suggested.

She leaned even closer, her lips brushing against his earlobe. "It's a book about a woman who made love with a man in her dream, and they fall in love despite the societal taboo against their relationship and they finally meet. It was a dirty book that had been banned by the temple."

The duchess looked at Edward with a sorrowful and troubled expression. "You know, my daughter has been meeting someone in secret after reading those books. I am so worried. It's almost like she-" she laughed and shook her head.

"No, it's completely impossible. My daughter is kind and pure, isn't she, Prince Edward?" she asked, giving him a sarcastic look.

Edward's thoughts raced as he processed what the Duchess had just told him. His fists clenched as anger boiled inside him. Was that the reason why Beatrice always seemed so distant and avoided him? Did she cheat on him? And with who?

The more he thought about it, the more his disappointment turned into fury. He had believed Beatrice to be pure and innocent, but now he saw her in a different light. How could she do this to him? He had given her his heart, and she had betrayed him behind his back!

Edward couldn't believe that he had been so foolish, so blind to what was happening right in front of him. And all because of some dirty book that had corrupted her mind. He felt a surge of anger and hatred towards that book and anyone who had ever read it.

….

This was the first time they made love, it was two years ago. They met by accident at the Imperial Library. The sound of the books falling echoed in the quiet space, and Edward quickly bent down to pick them up. 

He felt his heart racing as he saw the Duchess's decolletage dress, revealing her magnificent bosom. He tried to avert his eyes, but he couldn't help but steal glances at her.

Duchess Alicia cleared her throat, and as she lifted her low-necked dress. "I'm sorry, Prince Edward," she said. Her cheeks were flushed with a delicate pink hue. "This dress is really uncomfortable."

Edward swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin. "Oh, please, Duchess," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You don't have to call me by my title. We can be more informal with each other."

As he spoke, she reached out to take the books from him, her fingers grazing against hers. He felt a jolt of electricity at the contact and couldn't help but glance up at her. The dim lighting in the library seemed to make everything more intimate and romantic.

The duchess smiled at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She leaned in slightly, her perfume filling his senses. "I know, Edward," she said softly, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "But I like calling you Prince. It makes me feel obscene."

Edward felt his body react to her words and her proximity. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel her skin against his. But he knew he couldn't. He was engaged to her daughter, and she was married to another man. It was wrong, but he couldn't help but the desire that burned within him.

However, as a captain of the holy knights, he knew that his reputation was everything, but the allure of her soft skin and jiggly bosom was too much to resist. 'no this is not love' he thought.

He tried to convince himself that what he felt for her was love, he knew deep down that it was nothing more than pure, unbridled lust. It was a temporary distraction from Beatrice that avoided him and his duties as a holy knight, and he couldn't afford to risk everything for an affair.

'No this is wrong' he thought again. 'I'm Beatrice's fiance and I love her, I wanted to spend my life with her,' he thought to himself feeling guilty. But still, he couldn't resist her curves and soft skin.

Duchess Alicia took a step closer to him, and he could feel her body heat radiating toward him. Her hand brushed against his, and he felt a surge of electricity course through his veins. He knew he should pull away, but he was unable to resist her charm.

"You know, Edward," she whispered, her voice soft and alluring. "I find myself thinking about you often. You have a way of drawing me in."

Edward's heart was racing as he looked into her eyes. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way, but he couldn't help himself. The Duchess was intoxicated, and he found himself falling under her spell. All of a sudden the walls that he had built were scattered into pieces.

"I thought about you too, Alicia," he said, his voice low and husky. "More than I should have."

She smiled at him, a sultry expression on her face. "Well then, why don't we make the most of our time alone in this library?" she suggested, her hand sliding down his chest.