Prologue

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He looked ten years older overnight.

There were many emotions in the face that looked straight at her. Confusion, remorse, regret, guilt, and similar were clearly visible through his eyes.

But he never looked pitiful.

“Angroanne.”

“It must be very mortifying that I regained my memories. Because everything you've done has been revealed.”

He let out a sigh as if the ground was going to collapse, and lifted his chapped lips with no energy.

“I won't ask for forgiveness. From now on, for you, I will give you whatever you want and devote my life to atonement.”

As he did, Anne brought a smirk to her lips.

“Ridiculous. Do you think such an apology would be accepted, wrapped in a sense of guilt and shallow regret? You will regret it for a while.”

Bang!

The door opened wildly with a bursting sound that tore the silence. The cold wind blew and the warmth of the heated room was mixed with the chill of the hallway.

Thump, thump.

The sound of the heel rubbing against the marble floor was getting closer and closer. As soon as the sound stopped, a low voice, unbelievably low in the human range, fell over Anne's head.

“Is the cycle over?”

Anne put the teacup she had brought to her mouth and set it down on the table. She doesn't even like to drink cold tea, but even if she pretended to drink it casually, those bitter eyes would almost certainly catch the trembling of her hand.

'It's faster than usual.'

It has been three months since she has been here as the Grand Duchess. Considering the northern climate, where darkness comes first, it was no mistake.

Turning her head, she saw the face of Grand Duke Cromund, dressed in a neat robe. Even he, who has no patience, waits for her answer, especially at this time. He must've already checked with her handmaid, but he sure enjoyed letting her spit it out of her mouth.

Anne pressed her lips, which trembled with tension, and opened her mouth, trying to be calm.

“Yes, Your Grace. The moon… Is over.”

There was a slight change in his face, which had been as desolate as a frozen lake. He didn't stretch his mouth or lower the corners of his eyes, but she saw his pupils dilate, bright red, like a beast that caught its prey.

The shoes, as black as darkness, moved again. Frightened by the wind, she added more words.

“But… not yet… I'm sensitive… huhk!”

Anne, who was suddenly pushed against the wall, let out a thin groan. The Grand Duke, who had shoved her into the corner, tilted his head and stared intently at her tight, pink lips, holding back the pain.

“I would ask just one question….”

Anne's tender shoulder was gripped painfully in the large hand. Even though it was a thick dress that would protect her from the bitter northern cold, the deep pain that seemed to crush her bare skin made her delicate brow wrinkled pathetically.

“Today is really… huhh….”

Anne's lips let out a faint groan at the strength of the grip that grew stronger. It felt like her shoulder was about to be crushed along with the pain. It was the Grand Duke who could break her as lightly as bare branches out of the window if he intended to.

“I already told you. That is not my business.”

The red eye, quieter than ever, looked arrogantly into the trembling blue eyes.

Instead of showing pity for her pathetic face, she could feel his lower back, which had already been filled with blood, gaining strength. The man's neck shook violently as if he had eaten a large chunk of meat.

The large hand, which had viciously rolled up her skirt, slid violently between her thighs. Her heart sank as the hand gripped her dry vagina inside her underwear, which was rolled back at once.

Soon after, the sensitive area was rubbed roughly by the palms covered in calluses. Chills rushed in and she shivered as if there was ice put on her.

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In a sense of humiliation, Anne pushed the Grand Duke's chest, but her hand was pushed helplessly against the body, as motionless as a boulder.

“Now that you are thinking of rejecting me…. How funny.”

The Grand Duke twisted his lip and shuddered. Anne's eyes quickly became moist at the sound of his voice filled with a light disgust.

While shaking her gripped entrance to the fullest, he spoke calmly, with no change in his expression.

“Isn't it a hole that men lose their minds to?”

In response to the vulgar remarks that would only be said by a bunch of city officials who were not high-ranking nobles, Anne bit her lip instead of answering him.

His hands, which did not ask for her consideration, carelessly traced the labia, and his hands rubbed against her sensitive skin. The squeaky noises from her twitching entrance lewdly heated the room each time the palms heavily rubbed on it.

“This place is begging for a man's cock to come in.”

“Some… Something like that… not…. haah.”

“Or are you hiding your intentions to receive another man's seed?”

His face changed to a hideous complexion in an instant. Anne realized that she had offended the Grand Duke's heart. She picked her words, so she didn't know where his anger came from.

The pain of the first night left a mark on her body like an imprint. Blue bruises and red marks all over her body. No matter how much the handmaids acted like wooden dolls, she couldn't show an ugly body full of reddish marks.

Anne, biting her lips, answered helplessly at the coming pain.

“Please… be polite.”

“Well…. You were probably the first to suggest it.”

Anne flinched at the eerie low-pitched sound that landed in her ear. Suddenly, her one leg was lifted lightly in his hand, and the bulky pillar, which had been growing with no resistance, tucked inside her.

“Haaaahhk…!”

Her breath was choked by the large chunk of flesh inserted in one breath. As if there was no need to wait for her to catch her breath, the Grand Duke began to move his waist. Just by the act of the ferocious pillar churning through the narrow vagina, the body that had become accustomed to it was pouring out obscene water at will.

“When you're pouring liquid like this… Are you still pretending to be noble?”

“Huuk.”

When the Grand Duke, who mocked Anne, pulled her closer to him, the tight junction deepened. The arm that was holding the Grand Duke's arm trembled. As his glans, which had dug deep into her, pressed against the soft flesh that he had been stabbing, Anne, startled, gasped for a heavy breath.

“Please… huuh, stop… Haa.”

“Do you want me to stop when you're squeezing to sow the seeds?”

When he shoves it in, she tightens on him and chews it, and when he pulls it out, his thing comes out with the flesh sticking to it.

He sneered, holding Anne's pelvis tighter and thrusting his thing all the way to the root. Every time he slammed up, Anne's body shook, and her golden hair fluttered to and fro. Every time his thick pillars came in and out of her like one's own house, the sticky luscious liquid flowed down her buttocks with a slimy sound.

“Haah…. Hahgh… Ack….”

The frozen-eyed beast pressed his body close to Anne and pierced her tender flesh. It was pathetic to hear her moan, which broke out every time the hard flesh shoved into her sticky opening.

The Grand Duke did not turn his gaze away for a moment, fixed it on Anne's eyes that had tears welled up. He tenaciously observed at which point she shed her moans, and if he crushed hard at any point, the tears would burst.

“Heukk….”

Suddenly, the water from Anne's eyes ran down her slender chin. Despite her desperate pleas, the Grand Duke did not stop his actions. The more Anne bit her lip and groaned, the smile on the Grand Duke's face only grew stronger.

The arrogant man's face filled her blurred vision. The inside of his eyes, reminiscent of a ruby, was so beautiful that she couldn't take her eyes off him, but it only felt like a cruel and cruel gaze to her.

Anne, who looked into the empty eyes like an abyss, swallowed her tears today. In the beginning, their relationship was always like this. A face filled with anger every time he holds her. It's like holding a woman he doesn't like forcibly, a relationship where no sympathy was felt. There was no heart in it.

She became unintentionally aware of it by mixing bodies too much, but she couldn't feel that fact as desperately as she did today.

Daymond was a man like the snow.

The snow was like a precious symbol representing the North.

It exudes a cool energy, but one will be captivated by its beauty and inadvertently touch it…. A man who scatters and sprays cold air that seems to freeze her hands once she actually catches him.

And Anne's night freezes under him today as well.