Chapter 3. Gooning

The world slowed down for Skib.

He stared at Valeria, placing his gaze on the girl's features for a little too long.

From the pink sandals to her knee length modest pastel dress, in short puffy sleeves. A ribbon bow to her waist, a square neckline with lace trimming. And a small necklace that made her look endearing.

Her symetrical features on her face, the pink subtle glossed lips, to her cute nose. Her slightly pinkish cheek from a modest make-up. And her eyes, her striking beautiful eyes. Its green hue glinting from the light, making her lower lashes accentuated and her upper lashes with enough volume that light reflects it. Her long wavy hair in tied to style neatly, while the rest flows freely down her back.

Skib's dick controlled itself from the delicious view.

Skib's world made Valeria's prominent beautiful features even more gorgeous, petals of pink roses in a slow mo action. Then, it happened.

Valeria, the beautiful girl, hold out her hand to shake Skibs in a soft grab. This made Skib's heart skip a beat, his cock about to want to engorge the beautiful creature in front of him. Skib controlled his erection, it wasnt visible yet.

Skib was shaking her hand when another rain of colorful hues of pink petals befallen his delusional view. He felt something click, the girl smiled at him, her lips in the most honeyed smile Skib could ever expect from a beautiful woman. Skib felt her soft fingers as they shaked hands.

Taking off her hand Valeria's eye twitched unoticeably. It was a subtle twitch, but the old butler noticed it. Skib was too delusional right now to even see it. Valeria's personal maid was standing a few distance away from them but could feel it in her gut something is wrong, she was about to puke but stopped herself.

The old butler walked in between them and slightly pushed the young master away, enough to make Skib step back, wanting to get to business quickly now that his young master has now the intention to want Lady Valeria.

Old Rizz stepped away at an appropriate distance and asked. "Why didn't the Duke personally greet us?"

It was aimed to ask the Lady, the question was too blunt and they didn't even exchange pleasantries yet. Valeria had information that this butler was the representative in place of her potential fiance's father as Skibs parents died. Still, she felt like the old butler was too arrogant not even elegantly trying to be civilized.

Half lidded eyes with slight contempt she responded.

"Bro, my dad literally is on an expedition up north. How are you so stupid that you don't check background information before meeting us?"

Skib's cock was trying its best to not get erect from the gorgeous woman in front of him. Her contempted expression made Skib want to correct the brat and fuck her cunt like a bitch.

Old butler didn't respond no more and simply walked to the carriage to carry luggages and handed it to the valets.

"So... Valeria was it? Uhh.. wanna take a walk?" Skib asked Valeria, somehow feeling inadequate because he doesnt know how to actually talk to a woman.

"Yeah sure, we have a vineyard out here. Follow me." Valeria responded, having to spend time with her fiance and learn his intentions is the best move for now.

The bags that her fiance brought was to make him stay together with her on this new palace. She believed that her father's choice to make her marry this man was to give her an influence on the merchants side.

Since the state of royal politics was a mess. One side wanted to accept the merchants and give them lord titles, the other side vehemently disagrees and wanted to let the status quo stay. She, as one of the most influential dukes daughter had to take action, since her father wanted to rake in profits with his deals with merchants.

What should I say to her? How do I talk to my onahole- I mean talk to my wife?

Skib followed Valerias steps, staring at her hair when she turned around and with gestured her hands to follow. The maid stayed at Valeria's side as they walked.

This place is rich as fuck

Walking around the palace they arrived at the glasshouse garden room. Valeria sat down on one of the seats, a table between them. Skib sat down apart from her.

"Skib, why did you accept this invitation to marriage?"

Valeria squinted her eyes and observed at Skibs features, not minding now to hide her intentions. Moving her thigh rest on her other leg.

"I do not know. I was pushed into this."

Skib responded robotically, putting on his best controlled voice to hide his awkwardness. This is overstimulating for our poor little Skib. Maintaning his gaze to her without trying to fall for her pretty eyes.

"I see, let me ask again. Its only us here, don't be scared. We both know this marriage is for personal gain. Lets talk."

Valeria's intuition made her want to ask straightforwardly, something tells her it would be easy to get information from Skib. Speaking elegantly with confident intent was her strong specialty.

Turning her head slightly she gestured to the personal maid that meant to leave them alone. The maid obliged and exited the place, closing the glasshouse garden room.

Shit. Did this bitch just put me on the spot!?

"I think its because.... because... Wow you have a nice garden here. What was the question again?"

Skib absentmindedly got lost on Valeria's beauty, along with the garden and the flower view right behind her. It made Valeria look as beautiful as his delusions.

"For me, its to please my father so I can join the Royal Ball a few weeks from now. The support of a merchant group like yours is large, hence it will further my plans."

Valeria showed her few advantages, learning that to talk to idiots you first have to speak about the topic first. Giving a simple smile. She was actually pissed at Skibs incapacity to respond properly.

"Thats cool. For me, its to meet pretty ladies at the ball too. You're beautiful too dont worry."

Somehow out of nowhere Skib got some energy from Rizz to have to use rizz energy, now having the bravery to call a girl beautiful. Mentioning pretty ladies at the ball was to show that he knows how to talk to women, even if it was a lie.

"I see, so a manchild who likes prostitutes. Disgusting. Filthy. I want to puke even if youre my fiance."

Valeria misunderstood what Skib meant by meeting girls at the ball, for her it meant that he wants to fuck everything he sees. Like all peasants who have intercourse after just a few hours of talking, even if they have a wife.

Now that she knows his intentions is all impure she felt abhorrent to this vile creature, pinching her nose and covering her mouth and making a mocking action that imitates puking.