Chapter 3 :-Duke & Duchess

Shortly after Dark departed from Rossaria's room, Oslena arrived.

''My Highness", She bows to Rossaria with grace.

With her green eyes fixed on the banquet hall, Rossaria uttered, "Enough, you have work to do, but first, Oslena, I have something to ask you?"

''I am prepared to take some chances, even though I know what you will ask, just give me the order, Your Highness,'' Oslena said sharply as she raised her head.

She has a feeling Rossaria will assign her some lethal work. However, Oslena is adamant about carrying out this task because she views her vow as her devoted sword.

The air was thick with anticipation as Rossaria prepared to give her orders for an important mission that lay ahead.

''Okay, then, Oslena, dress up as a maid from the Empress Palace and observe all the noble families, their interests, and their manner of life. Pay particular attention to the Duke of William, the Marquis of Ashland, the Duke of Williamsburg, the Prince of Williamburg, and the Crown Prince.'' Rossaria shifted her gaze from the bustling banquet hall to Oslena, her trusted servant standing behind her.

With a solemn expression, she beckoned Oslena closer, leaning in to speak in hushed tones.

''Keep in mind to preserve everything, down to the smallest details,'' her voice steady yet filled with solemn and cold.

Oslena's eyes widened with intrigue as she listened intently to each word. It was clear that she understood the gravity of the task at hand.

''Understood, Your Highness.'' Nodding emphatically, Oslena internalized Rossaria's words, She knew the weight of Rossaria's trust and the magnitude of this mission. Time was of the essence, and they needed to act swiftly.

''Your Highness, I pledge to do my best, '' Oslena said

''Be cautious, because, aside from the Duke of William, the Marquis of Ashland, and the Prince of Williamburg, everyone else is a pervert womanizer.''

Rossaria's green eyes harden, as though she would prefer not to send Oslena on this assignment if at all possible.

Firmly nodding, Oslena uttered, "Your Highness, do not worry yourself with this sort of matter. I understand I will make myself as ugly as possible."

With a nod, Rossaria said, "Okay, then, just make sure not to disappoint me."

If she wanted to fulfill what she desired, she had to make a few sacrifices such as Oslena, and also knew that every step they took forward brought them one step closer to achieving their goal.

If she is this determined to carry out the orders, then let her be, and Rossaria could only trust Oslena's loyalty above all else.

''Got it, Your Highness, so rest assured. " After acknowledging Rossaria's statement, Oslena turned to walk away. with a determination that she would not disappoint her princess.

When Oslena chooses to follow in the footsteps of Rossaria, she chooses to be doomed. She could not help but feel an ominous filling in her every step as she stepped away. The winds of change were upon them, but she was ready to face whatever obstacles lay ahead.

Oslena embarked on her mission. Only Rossaria stood on her balcony alone, her emerald green eyes fixed on the imperial ball, which was bright like thousands of shining stars in the night sky.

You should not hold this monster responsible for lowering its flaming fang in your direction, because you were the ones who made me initially transform into a beast that ate humans, you were the ones who played with the fire first.

I will make sure to slaughter every single one of them who is present at that banquet, I want to see which one of their God have the courage and ability to save them from me.

They will regret attending the banquet today.

Rossaria's presence on the distant balcony served as a formidable reminder to those who had wronged her. Her cold, unforgiving eyes surveyed the palace with an almost supernatural keenness, a deep-seated resentment, born of betrayal and injustice.

Unbeknownst to the oblivious attendees, Rossaria harbored a hunger for retribution that simmered just beneath the surface. The flickering lights from the chandeliers reflected in her eyes,

A big green flame burning within them seemed to grow brighter, intensifying with each passing moment, like a beacon of justice, ready to cast its brilliant light upon the wrongdoers.

A few hours later, at the Duke of William's mansion.

''Belligerent is my wife fell asleep.''

To his Buttler, Asghar De Callivaniya inquired.

''We are unable to provide you with that information with certainty, my lord! madam is always waiting for you'' Belligerent said.

Belligerent is an old butler from the Duke of William's mansion.

A smile crosses Asghar's lips.

''Belligerent, go ahead and rest, I will take care of the rest.''

Clark!

With gentle gestures, Asghar unlocked his bedroom door.

Asghar softly shuts the door behind him after entering his bedroom.

A big smile came to Asghar's face as he felt a present suddenly appear behind him.

It dawns on him that there is someone else gripping him from behind.

''If You hold me like this, how will I turn in front of you, honey?'' Asghar said

''What if you flee like you did this morning?'' the woman behind him inquired.

''I am sorry honey, I will not do it again, but please let me see my wife's face,'' he says.

Arabelle De Callivaniya let go of her hand, and Asghar turned to face Arabelle.

Gently pressing his lips to Arabelle's forehead, Asghar held her close before allowing her to settle on his arm.

With her bare hand, Arabelle combs through Asghar's silver hair. Subsequently, her smile appears.

Reaching over to her stomach, Arabelle placed Asghar's hand there, ''When will we be able to have children of our own, honey?'' she said with a sad face.

Asghar put Arabelle on his arm, ''We intend to have a child once you are ready for parenthood.'' with a smile on his lip he replied in a soft voice to Arabelle.

Even though it's hard for Arabelle to survive without him even for a minute, today he was absent for nearly five hours. Which makes her sad and mad at the same time.

With a lowering of her head, Arabelle planted a kiss on Asghar's cheek before giving him another kiss on his green eyes.

Asghar grinned at Arabelle's cuteness. He could tell his wife was shy, which is why she was unable to kiss him on the lips.

Asghar put his lips on Arabelle's soft pink lips, then Arabelle began fervently sucking Asghar's lower lips as soon as he touched hers.

Arabelle was placed on the bed by Asghar with care.

Asghar sat between Arabelle's legs, their breathing had become agitated, and Arabelle felt that this night was too short for them to enjoy each other's company.

Arabelle looked towards Asghar and put her hand on his face, then moved it from his face to his body. She realized she wanted her husband even more, and she wanted him only for herself.

''Ugh!'' Asghar let out a quiet moan. Arabelle burst into laughter.

''I thought I seemed to be the only one in this place who was excited,'' she remarked.

With that, she starts taking the buttons off of Asghar's shirt. Despite Asghar's best efforts, Arabelle rejects his assistance.

Arabelle pulled him in closer so she could feel the warmth of his chest against hers.

Asghar placed his finger between Arabelle's legs, sensing that she was wet enough for him. He looked down at his wife and saw she was smiling, She looked so pretty, with her blue eyes open and her face sighing with pleasure.

Arabelle writhed beneath him, her hands clenching around his shoulders as he moved.

Her fingernails would pierce his flesh, causing excruciating pulses that intensified the pleasure.

Asghar plunged his face into Arabelle's neck and began to move erratically. His heavy breathing was audible to Arabelle, who found it difficult to keep her composure as her body shook violently. She desired more from him, and she desired that this pleasure would last forever.

''Haa. Please push harder, Ah, my love, " she said.

''Name, call me by my name," Asghar whispered in Arabelle's ear

''Ah! haa! Ah! As-Asghar.'' with a blushing face Arabelle said to Asghar.

Asghar increases his thrust,

and Arabelle begins to enjoy

Asghar's thrust.

Ah! Ah! Arabelle begins to moan with delight.

She wishes that time would stop right now and that Asghar would always be by her side in this manner.

Arabelle was even more enraged by Asghar's thrust because of the sound of their damp skin slapping against one another.

Arabelle grabbed Asghar's shoulder and kissed him on the neck.

Feeling Arabelle's warm breath against his ear, Asghar laughed at how cute his wife was.

Asghar lifted her waist to him. The sensation of being inside Arabelle included a moist, warm, and velvety mess in addition to her smooth and warm soft skin.

As Asghar kept her steady and pumped into the deepest recesses of her body, sending fresh pain and pleasure ripping through her tiny body, she let out a scream.

Arabelle experienced a surge of warmth ascending through her abdomen and Asghar grew even more within her. She felt a trembling sensation all over her body, which gave her goosebumps. With one last thrust,

After that, Asghar hugged his wife, and the room became silent. The sound of the crackling fire was drowned out by their heavy breathing.

''A-Are we done?'' Arabelle inquired

''Yes,'' Asghar replied.

After making love with each other, Asghar Kissed Arabelle's forehead and her blue eyes, he extended his lips to meet hers.

In Asghar's arm, Arabelle was gently held.

''Do not leave me like this today, Ash,'' Arabelle said hiding her face in his arm

''I am sorry Bella, I don't mean to make you sad, you were sleeping when I was leaving and I didn't want to wake you up from your sleep,'' Asghar said.

''No matter what, please wake me up, I want to say goodbye and I do not like it when someone else touches you even if that is for changing your clothes.'' Arabelle's voice becomes cold.

Asghar could tell his wife was mad because of servants changed his attire for the banquet ''Sorry, Bella.'' Arabelle receives a brief response from Asghar.

''Ash, are you mad at me? Or Are you bothered by me?''Arabelle cried out. She could not imagine her husband being upset with her. Her eyes were welling up with tears.

Asghar softly smiles and holds Arabelle's face with his palm, kisses her pink lips softly, and rubs his nose against Arabelle's nose.

''We are husband and wife, so what is there to be upset about if my wife loved me more than anything? Or easily get jealous of everything? Or perhaps did you get annoyed when I started making love with you without your permission?''

Arabelle raised her head from Asghar's chest and said, ''H-How could I? I mean, why should I? I love spending time with you and also I love being touched by you.'' Arabelle's rosy pink cheek becomes red from embarrassment.

''Likewise, close your eyes now or you will wake up early tomorrow, you need proper sleep to maintain proper health,'' Asghar said with a kiss on Arabelle's blushing cheek.

He puts a soft kiss on Arabelle forehead's and then gently places her on his chest.

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