18 years old (2)
translated: eseul
edited: lili
When he took off his helmet, his black hair flowed down past his shoulders. The servants helped him remove the heavy armors from his chest, arms, and legs. He had never protected his body with so much during war. He had been marching through the streets dressed like a clown, while suffering through the endless people screaming their heads off. He had barely been able to endure marching in the perfect military formation, like the Emperorâs dog.
âWhy donât you hang some paintings here and there? Itâs so barren here.â
However, that was not what was bothering him at the moment. An uninvited guest had followed him to his private quarters, being critical of everything. Although he was in the middle of changing, the other man shamelessly wandered around, engrossed in the surroundings.
âThis is my bedroom.â
âStrictly speaking, this isnât your bedroom. Itâs the living room that happens to serve as a bedroom. This place is perfectly suited for a guest.â
âThe guest living room is on the first floor.â
âIf not today, when else would I be able to visit your home. Donât be so stingy. I have some very nice art pieces. I shall send some over to you.â
He endured the rising anger in his heart; one would never know what he was really feeling from his outward appearance. He had an icy expression, while his red eyes looked calm and at peace.
He stoically let his servants attend to him, as they dressed him in a tailcoat suit. He was preparing for tonightâs victory ball.
He was originally going to rest, and only show up near the end of the ball. If it wasnât for this irritating uninvited guest.
âI will only be able to go to todayâs ball,â he said as he buttoned the cuff of his sleeve.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âFine. But the party isnât three days, but five...â
âAre you going back on your words?â
âI got it. Look, Duke. Why do you hate attending social parties? We have delicious wine, food, along with beautiful women. Why donât you enjoy your time here?â
âI already have more than enough wine at home. I donât have much of a hobby seeking for delicious food, either. Even without attending these parties, I already have more than enough women.â
âLook here. Thatâs not the only reason for these functions. Duke, you must help me out here. You gave me your word.â
âI promised I would help you when you become the next Emperor.â
âIs that so? Who do you think will be able to become the next Emperor if not me?â
Crown Prince Kwiz stood up tall and confident.
âLet us talk after you become the next Emperor.â
One never knew how the world would turn. Kwiz didnât seem bothered by his words, but simply sighed.
âYouâre more difficult to win over than a coy young lady.â
âA clingy man is never popular.â
âMmn? Uh? Duke, was that a joke? Thatâs a joke, isnât it?â
Kwiz laughed in amusement, but the other man was less than enthusiastic.
âLet us leave.â
He wanted to kick this uninvited guest from his private quarters as soon as possible.
* * *
The dress shopâs employee couldnât help but save the day for this pitiful young miss. Lucia had to pay more than double for the dress and refitting. According to the employee, it was âtodayâsâ favorable price. She rationalized it by saying that the dress came along with a corset and panier. However, she wasnât able to hire anyone to help with her makeup and hair.
Fortunately, Lucia knew some basic makeup and hairstyle techniques. However, if any professional beautician had seen her, they would click their tongue complaining at the miserable techniques and overall feel of her appearance.
By the time Lucia reached the banquet hall, she was tired to her bones. Her legs hurt from running all over town. Also, she had redone her makeup and hairstyle many times due to her poor skills, causing her a lot of stress.
âAll of todayâs investments must not go wasted...â
Although she had attended many social functions in her dream, she was still very nervous and worried.
âAh... So many people. Iâll be run over by people if Iâm not careful.â
The most eye-catching point of the ball were the chattering people all over the ballroom. Though nobles loved parties and balls, they had been abstaining due to the war, so they looked very cheerful and lively now. It wouldnât be an exaggeration to say that all the nobles in the capital were attending todayâs ball.
High-class social parties had limited invitations. Nobles didnât socialize much with people outside of their social circle. It was nearly impossible for a low ranked noble to be able to attend the same banquet as the high ranked ones, unlike today. Therefore, any nobles looking to make connections with higher ranked nobles would be here. It was a good chance to get acquainted with other higher ranked nobles and make a name for themselves.
The chandeliers sparkled and the tables were overflowing with delicacies. The noble women were draped in fancy dresses and jewels, while men in sophisticated suits surrounded them. The music continued to softly play in the background, creating a pleasurable night experience.
She worried whether she would be able to find him among the huge crowd, but it wasnât very difficult. She simply followed everyoneâs gazes and footsteps, and naturally found herself in front of him.
âAh... Itâs him...â
Hugo Taran.
Her heart started thumping loudly. He was more charming than when she saw him in her dream. Normally, people only heard of his renown name â the warâs black lion. However, ten cases out of ten, people would be shocked over his good looks. He didnât appear rough and wild at all. He didnât just look outstanding, his handsome appeal was unequaled.
Their gazes would lock onto his pitch-black hair and blood-like scarlet eyes, then they would appreciate his sculpted face. His sleek tall bridge nose beautifully balanced his deep eyes.
When he opened his thin lips, everyone would turn silent to listen to his words. His strong jawline and his neck revealed his masculinity.
Lucia had been appreciating his handsome looks with a gaping mouth, when she quickly snapped back to her senses in shock, while looking around to see if anyone had noticed her unlady-like behavior. Thankfully, nobody was interested in the pitiful, ugly young miss.
âContracted marriage...?â
Lucia swallowed hard.
âWill... I be able to succeed...?â
The level was too high. Heâs not a man you should dare look at, her mind sensibly whispered to her.
Kwiz, who was in high spirits, dragged Hugo all over the ballroom. He wanted to parade around as though he were wearing a priceless treasure. In Kwizâ view, the Duke of Taran was considered a treasure. He was doing everything he could to win the Duke over to his side.
Neither of the two had explicitly stated whether they had decided to support each other. However, the fact that the two of them were walking side by side and talking made other peopleâs imagination run wild. Kwiz had used that to his advantage, while Hugo had overlooked his actions in silence.
Hugo was tired and simply wanted to go home. When Kwiz became the next Emperor, he would need to do these things to help him gain supporters, but that was something to think of in the future. He didnât find it necessary to put so much effort for the sake of the Crown Prince just yet.
âWhat can it be...?â
He had been feeling someoneâs furtive stare for a while now. He had been a perceptive hunter all his life. He could easily sense when someone was targeting him. He didnât feel any evil intent, but it made him feel outraged that he would be made into someoneâs target. He feigned ignorance and looked around for the other party.
âA woman...?â
It was unexpectedly a woman. She had brown hair and wore a blue dress; she seemed to be a young miss who had just stepped into adulthood. When Hugo looked toward the female, she avoided his gaze, but he had already found out the truth.
He was used to the yearning stares from other women. However, this brown haired female was not someone falling into that category. She looked like someone who had something to say; her eyes were filled with restlessness and sometimes very desperate.
âIf she has something to say, she will come eventually.â
He brushed her interest in him aside. However, her tenacious staring continued to bother his senses without rest. Now, he was glancing over at her from time to time to see what she was up to. She did not converse with anyone in the ball, nor did she dance; she simply kept staring at him. For a quick moment when he was alone, he saw her take a single step toward him.
But as soon as somebody approached him again, she would step back. He frowned unintentionally. Eventually, the party was coming to an end and she had not approached him.
âItâs utterly impossible to approach him...â
It felt like he was todayâs protagonist. People did not leave him alone at all. There wasnât a single normal person within his circle of acquaintances. Most of all, Crown Prince Kwiz, Hesse the 9th, did not step away from the Dukeâs surroundings.
âThe main instigator for my horrible marriage is right there,â Lucia expressed toward her step brother. She didnât particularly resent the Crown Prince. Although the two shared the same blood ties, he had no responsibility to take care of her like a real family. They were born from a different uterus, making them no different than strangers.
The party finally ended, and she could not relay a single word to him. Forget about talking, she couldnât even get near him.
âHhhaa... what to do. Will he be attending tomorrowâs ball?â
She wasnât sure whether he would be attending tomorrowâs ball and tonight would probably be the only chance she would get. Lucia decided she would attend the next day as well.
It had been five days. Today was the last day. Although the capital had been hosting the ball for five nights, nobody looked tired at all. Most likely, as soon as the party ended, most people would be tired and stay home for a while. It would be very quiet among the high society for some time.
However, compared to the first and second nights, quite a lot of people were not in attendance. Most of the ones attending tonightâs ball were party addicts. Otherwise, they would be hunting for a partner to spend some alone time in the dark corridors or the garden.
Not everyone was there to enjoy the party. There were those with huge appetites feasting on the delicacies; those who wished to make new connections; and others giving flirtatious glances, looking for a discreet fling. Contrary to everyone else, was the loner Lucia, who was out of everyoneâs way against a wall, sipping on a glass of non-alcoholic champagne.
She had spent the last five days standing around all night while wearing heels, and it had given her an intense burning pain. Her corset wasnât too binding, but it was constricting her chest considerably, making it hard to breathe. Although she was hungry, she could only taste a little bit at a time due to her corset.
Although the fragrance of the food was very alluring, she treated it like a background decoration. It was uncomfortable going to the bathroom, so she had made do with a single glass of champagne to wet her dry lips.
She felt how true it was that hunger intensified depression. Lucia was extremely depressed at the moment. She didnât know whether it was because she was so hungry it felt like her stomach was stuck to her spine, or whether it was because she couldnât approach the Duke these past five days. In any case, the two had equally caused much distress to Lucia.
She eyed the man in a black tailcoat in the distance. He looked superior compared to anyone else in this place, whether it be looks or status. He was tall with broad shoulders and a slim waist; his body had ideal proportions. Though one could not see his body underneath, anyone could tell he was well-toned.
There wasnât much time left now. She would not be able to even greet him by the time the party ended. She wasnât sure whether she would have a chance to meet him again afterward.
âAt least I was able to look at his face to the point of no regret.â
She had been stalking the man discreetly for the last five nights. She admitted she had become way too obsessed doing that. It wasnât the least bit tiresome looking at him. He was a handsome man, who was pleasing to the eyes. It was fun observing the people around him as well. Especially when women would vulgarly press their breast against him...
He was a beautiful creation, but he didnât try to gain favors with his looks. His expression was always cold, without any joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure. He sometimes slightly furrowed or raised his eyebrows. When he laughed, only his lips would cynically smile. Nevertheless, people would try their best to observe his reactions with just those responses.
His presence alone gave people pause. He naturally exuded an imposing presence that suppressed others. It was a rulerâs dignity and the composure of the strong.
Those who looked at him from afar were surprised by the Duke of Taranâs handsome looks, but those who conversed with him could understand why this Dukeâs was given the title The Warâs Black Lion.
Dominant males, different from non dominant ones, always had women prowling around them, lining up with lust.
Lucia could understand the numerous females who kept trying to talk to the Duke. He held a high position and much wealth; he was handsome and young; he had everything one could ask for. He didnât have a wife nor a companion. Even searching around the whole world, it would be hard to find someone comparable to him. He was the rarest of the rare. If she had a higher position in society, she would not have hesitated to join those women right now.
âIf I had bigger breasts at least.â
âHhaaaaa.â
That sigh had many meanings held within it. It was not possible for her to shorten the distance between the Duke and herself.
There was another person equally fatigued as Lucia at the moment. His stress level had risen higher than hers. The useless dregs who stuck to him like glue were testing his patience as he wondered when they would shut up and get lost.
He sincerely missed the battlefield. He could shut people up as much as he liked at that place. His petty joy in life was to behead those who called him a devil. It was a good thing he currently didnât have any weapons on him. He trusted in his own patience, but not 100 percent.
Hugo shifted his red eyes toward a corner. Nobody noticed he had been observing a particular person all this time.
âNothing has changed.â
The frail looking female with reddish brown hair had been standing in the same place, while holding onto the same glass all this time. For the past four days, she had not changed out of her pastel blue dress.
He did not regularly attend parties, but he was sensible enough to know that females did not wear the same dress the very next day. In a five day long ball like this one, they would own at least three dresses and rotate them. If they were so poor they couldnât even afford three dresses, it would be better if they didnât show up at all. She couldnât even earn the belittlement of those around her. He didnât see her trying to converse with anyone at all, not even once.
âIs it money?â
If she was interested in his money, it would be better if she could tell him upfront. He was prepared to give her a sum of money with no questions asked. He admired her adamant spirit.
Originally, he planned to attend only the first day, but then decided to attend the next day as well. He was interested whether she would be there the next day. She had stuck to a corner in the same dress and had continued to stare at him. If she intended to catch his attention by wearing the same dress all the time, he wanted to relay the message that she had succeeded.
On the second day, she had not approached him. He could have gone up to her to start the conversation, but he had not. He had waited for her to approach him first. It felt like a game with victory on the line.
In the end, she had set a record by attending the party for five days straight. Kwiz was very happy, even though he hadnât attended all these days in order to curry favor with him. In the end, the woman could not approach him, and had maintained the long distance between them.
âItâs probably because of all these dregs.â
Everyone was assured that they had done their best making an impression with the Duke, but as soon as Hugo turned his back toward them, he planned to erase all those people from his mind.
âIt feels like she will approach me if Iâm alone... Shall I try and find a place where people canât find me?â
Heâd been attending the parties for the last five days and much of his curiosity for the woman had died down. Kwiz, who had stuck to him like a piece of gum all along, had gone off somewhere.
âExcuse me for a moment.â
When Hugo requested their understanding, everyone expressed their reluctance and watched his back disappear. They assumed he would return after taking care of his business and waited for him while chattering happily among each other.
âHuh?â
Lucia, who had been stalking him, was shocked by his unexpected behavior. He didnât seem the type to wander around in parties. He would usually remain at the same place, and people would naturally surround him. It was the first time he was going off to some place alone. Lucia hesitated for a moment, then decided to follow after him. It could be her first and only chance.
Hugo walked leisurely. He sensed someone following behind him already.
âWhat am I doing right now?â
He laughed to himself. He found it funny that he would go through so much trouble to hear what this female had to say. He wasnât one to waste his time on useless things. It would have been over, had he simply ignored her.
He wasnât interested in taking her to bed. To him, there were two types of women. The ones he wanted to take to bed and those he didnât. It was the first time he was curious about a female of the latter type.
âIt has been quite bored these days.â
The high tension, the troops who were swept by madness, and the feeling of hot sticky blood. He was yearning for such things. He snapped out of his wandering thoughts about the war. In any case, he was very curious about this femaleâs goal.
He headed for the east garden. The moon shined the brightest there, but because of that, it wasnât a good place for a secret love affair. It was probably the best place to be alone without having to hear some heavy moaning.
He got comfortable by a fountain that had yet to be filled with water. The place was out in the open to a certain degree. There were no people around, but it was not too desolate. He was satisfied with his choice of location. He turned his head at the crunching noise of dried leaves. When a woman appeared, the small amusement within his heart flew far away into the distance.
âHugo...â
A well-endowed blond female sparkled like a jewel under the moonlight. His expression stiffened upon the appearance of the woman, who had an equally charming face.
âIâve only allowed you to call me by name in the past, Lady Lawrence.â
The young miss fell into great shock as her eyes shook. He had drawn a line with his respectable cold words. He took away her privilege to call him by name and didnât call her name like in the past. Sofia gazed at him with eyes glistening with tears as she bit her red lips.
âPlease excuse my rudeness, Your Grace.â
âDid I disturb your walk?â
âNo. I just noticed Your Grace walked my way and...â
âIâd be gratified if you could take your leave now.â
âJust for a moment... Just a moment is all I need. Your Grace, please...â
He sighed quietly.
âAre there any words left to say between us?â
â...Youâre too heartless. Why do you cast me aside so coldly? I believed we shared our hearts at one time.â
He responded indifferently to the female, who was about to cry out a river.
âLady Lawrence. Iâve never shared my heart with anyone. I only share my bed.â
Sofia couldnât believe her ears as her eyes filled with tears. Her shoulders trembled as she wiped her tears away with her handkerchief.
Hugo didnât bother comforting her and stood a distance away with his hands behind his back. He was beginning to grow irritated. That was precisely the reason he stopped playing with unmarried women. They always broke the rules.
It was frustrating to watch her, so he turned his back toward her.
âThereâs nothing good about dragging this out with words.â
Sofia looked at the man who had put a wall between themselves with resentful eyes. She couldnât believe his coldness. As she gazed toward his back, her resentful feelings slowly changed to something hot. Sofia ran and hugged his back.
She wrapped her arms around his firm chest and dug her face against his back. She was filled with emotion as his body heat permeated against her. She felt regret while thinking of their passionate night together. Her full breasts pressed against his back with hot passion, yet he closed his eyes and heartlessly tore her arms off him. Sofiaâs body trembled seeing him turn around and step away in order to maintain some distance between them. He did not give her the slightest leeway.
âWhat did I do wrong? All I did was confess my love to my lover. Why would you send me roses of separation? Youâre too much.â
âLover you say?â
He clicked his tongue. How could this girl be so stupid?
âIâve given you the truth since the beginning. Iâve told you to keep your heart to yourself. You promised me that you would do so. Are you feigning ignorance now?â
Sofia had not forgotten. She had not forgotten that she would be dumped as soon as she spoke of love to him. Sofia was well aware of that. All the women before her had experienced the same thing. But this cold man had called her name with such hot passion while holding her warmly that she forgot all about it.
â- Iâm different. Iâm not your lover. Iâm unique.
(note: this is the title of a new segment of the chapter)
Sofia followed in the footsteps of all the other foolish women before her. She fell into the category called âthe past womenâ.
âCanât we...start over again? Your Grace, I will not show you my heart again. Itâs okay if you embrace other girls. Please let me remain by your side.â
âYou were a beautiful flower, Lady Lawrence. I broke off this flower and placed it in a vase. But the fate of these flowers is to wilt and nothing more.â
Sofiaâs lips trembled imagining herself as a wilted flower. His every word mutilated her heart.
While she was his lover, it had felt like she had the world in her hands. He had been passionate and warm. He would not hesitate to spoil her with expensive gifts, either. When she said she had seen something pretty, he would gift it to her the very next day. She paraded all her gifted necklaces and earrings at all the parties she attended, and even when she hinted at their relationship, he hadnât expressed any objections.
One day, a woman who had past relations with the Duke had warned Sofia.
âIf you wish to remain by his side a day longer, donât try to get closer. Enjoy your days until the day you receive those roses, Lady Lawrence.â
At the time, she had treated those words as nonsense. When she realized the truth, it had already been too late. Sofia had fallen too deep and he had already departed, leaving her with nothing but a bundle of yellow roses.
âCount Falconâs wife had been picked by another, isnât she nothing but a wilted flower?â
It had been a long time since they separated. But Sofia had approached him again after she had heard of the rumors flying around. Count Falconâs wife was widely known for having three dead husbands. Sofia couldnât handle the fact that she had been thrown away for such a woman.
As their meeting grew longer, Hugo gradually got more irritated. He quickly scanned the grassy forest up ahead. Somebody had been listening to the two of them all this time. Hugo was sure it would be that woman. His goal wasnât to show off his past relationship to that girl. He had been curious what that hidden girl had to say to him, but now it had become too bothersome.
âYou have no business deciding who I sleep with. Donât think so highly of yourself.â
âShe is a cursed woman, Your Grace. Iâm simply worried harm would could to your esteemed self.â
He had spent a lot of effort to bed Sofia. She had not approach him first, but it had been him to ask her for a dance and seduce her to his bed. He had enjoyed a fling in a different style than his past women. She was more beautiful and materialistic. In the future, he planned to find a woman opposite of her.
âLady Lawrence.â
His voice was incredibly cold and startled Sofia a great deal.
âI hate to be consumed in emotion. Thus, I donât get mad. It is a waste and unpleasant to be filled with anger. If you continue to make me any more angry than I am now, you will need to pay for it. Up until now, all those who made me mad have paid for it with their lives.â
Sofiaâs face drained of blood and paled as white as a sheet of paper.
âDonât make me angry.â
Sofiaâs lips trembled as she gazed at him with a pale face for a moment, then she turned and ran away with all her strength. He watched her disappearing figure with cold eyes, then fixed his attention to a certain spot.
âCome out. Itâs time to stop eavesdropping like a thieving cat.â
â End of Chapter 2 â