His Arrival

*WARNING: The following content contains mildly sexual content that is unsuitable for children.*

Nickolai looks down to see her wet clothes. Feeling it a bother, he ripped open the dress and torn her undergarment.

"Ah!" Irene screamed in shock.

Revealing her white smooth chest.

She quickly shut her eyes.

It is already miserable for her to be so vulnerable and exposed.

So all she could do is shut her eyes, not wanting to see what is about to happened to her.

While Nickolai heart thumping so hard seeing the beautiful mound in front of him. It is exactly like what he had dream of.

As he grip it, the amount of pleasure he felt in his heart are inexplicable.

Nickolai started to peck the smooth and perfect breast. Inhaling the fragrance on her body. While his other hand squeezed her left bosom.

Irene whimper as she feels that sensation on both her chest. Trying hard to ignore such feeling. It is unbearable for her.

Just as he pull away, Nickolai notice the red amulet on her wrist. He knows whose belongings these are.

A strong feeling of anger began to build up inside him, like a flame being ignited, causing him to become upset and irritated.

He grab her wrist. Holding it in front.

"Why are you wearing this? Are you trying to annoy the hell out of me?!" The grip on her hand makes her grunted in pain.

"No...no...I didn't mean to wear it...just...argh..." Irene shake her head, looking rather pitiful. She wanted to explain but his grip on her wrist, become stronger. The pain intensified, which make it difficult for her to say anything.

"Let me remind you again...you're mine! My woman! My wife!" Nickolai aggressively pulls her.

He kiss her mouth, hard. Even biting her lip. Seemingly trying to punish her.

Not satisfied, he fondled her body so roughly, which leaves a mark on her white smooth skin.

Irene cries as she endure the pain.

After hearing the pain in her voice, he finally pull away.

"Anything that's not mine or from me, shouldn't be used or wear on any part of your body again...do you understand?" Nickolai sternly reminded her.

Irene timidly nod her head as she sobs.

Suddenly, Nickolai pulled her then parted her leg, forcing her to sit down on his thigh.

Which make Irene directly felt the heated hardness.

Nickolai couldn't wait anymore. Seeing her appearance just now, only ignited his desire for her.

He started to rubs his hardness upon her entrance.

"Ahhh..." Irene couldn't help but moans.

Nickolai let out a groan.

He can't wait to fill in his satisfaction. To feel her inside.

Sensing the position and his movement, Irene brace herself for the pain that she will have to experience.

"Your Highness!"

Both Nickolai and Irene was starled at Gulten sudden shout from outside the hot spring door.

Nickolai reacted instinctively in pulling Irene in his embrace.

As though to hide her from the intrusion.

"Gulten, you better had a good reason to come here..." Nickolai said with a threatening voice.

"Forgive me, your highness. But...there's something you should know. It's important." There's a sound of urgency in his tone of voice.

Nickolai feeling frustrated with this intrusion, trying hard to calm the heat in him.

Holding into Irene soft body in his embrace, make him feel content. Though he can feel the trembling of her body and her loud heart beat.

Like a small scared creature.

One can feel sorry for it.

Finally cooling down the heat of his abdomen, Nickolai softly peck Irene forehead.

"Wait for me...I'll be back." After he said that, Nickolai let go of her. He stand up and left the hot spring, wearing his robe.

Opening the door, Nickolai seething with rage, glares towards Gulten.

Gulten hurriedly bow down his head.

"Your highness, it is the holy priest. He's back. But his...in a critical condition." Gulten inform him.

Hearing that information, Nickolai is shocked.

Without hesitation, he left the place. Gulten quickly follows behind.

Leaving Irene who's overwhelmed alone in the hot spring.

She heard what Gulten said.

Knowing that it unlikely for the crown prince to return, Irene struggles herself to gets out from the hot spring, despite her weak and sore body.

She grab her dress on the stone table and clumsily wear it.

All she can thinks of is that she had to get out from here.

Irene didn't know how she returned back to her courtyard. She just walk absent-mindedly.

Libby who was waiting for her outside the courtyard, saw her.

She was shocked to see her young lady disheveled and wet state.

Libby hurriedly attended to her.

"Your highness, wha...what happened?" Libby lead her inside.

Irene took a moment to calm herself.

"Libby, please...prepare a bath for me." She said.

Seeing her predicament, Libby didn't want to question her anymore.

She quickly drew her a bath.

Left alone in the bath, Irene soak herself inside the tub with warm water.

She calmly washes her face over and over again.

Everything came to dawned to her.

She had been assaulted by the crown prince!!!

An experience she had never thought would happened to her.

And she couldn't even do anything to save herself.

How she hated her own helplessness.

The shame. The regret.

Irene then turn to look at her swelling bite wound on her shoulder.

She carefully washes the wound. Cleaning the blood.

As soon as the warm water touches the wound, it sting so much. That makes her whimpered in pain.

Irene had to endure it.

As she washes her body, Irene finally notice how her wrist left a red mark due to Nickolai's strong grip.

Such a strong grip, left mark not only on her physical appearance but deep into her soul.

Recalling back the event, Irene couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

She cried and cried.

With such agony and anguish.

At the sanatarium, all the physician were busy taking care all the soldiers who went to the red zone of the pandemic.

The situation there were hectic.

Some of the patients are in a critical condition.

While Michael and two others physician are busy treating Lucas.

His temperature getting higher. And his whole body is shivering and sweating.

Lucas suddenly throw ups.

"Your holiness!!" Two of the physician grew anxious seeing his predicament.

Nickolai who is also present there with Sir Lawrence beside him, approaches Michael.

"You told me, to just let him go to the expedition. Is this the result you want to show me?!" Nickolai questions, in a frightening tone.

"Apologies your highness, for not realising this outcomes." Even Michael regretted his decision of letting Lucas go.

He should have known, how suicidal Lucas had become. To the extent to refused treatment and letting himself be in this state.

"I think...we should, seek help towards...Her Highness..." Michael tries to suggested.

Which earn him a sharp look from Nickolai.

"Why? Does my wife more competent than any of you?" He questions, icily.

All of the people in the room, could sense the tension.

None dare to say anything nor breathe.

"If none of you can't treat him, all of your existence will no longer require." Nickolai looked at them with a frightening gaze.

Hearing that threat, all of the physician grew terrified.

"Apologies for my impudent, your highness." Michael regretted expressed out his thoughts.

All of the sudden, Lucas become delirious.

"Irene...Irene..." He started to called out Irene's name.

Hearing that, Nickolai frowned.

He was both angry and bewildered. But he couldn't really describe this feeling. And to whom he is directed to feel upset about.

Lucas, the person who he had affections for, is calling out a woman's name.

None other than his wife's alias.

Which make him feel conflicted, as he now have different feelings towards Dacia.

For the first time ever, Nickolai is having an inner struggle in his own thoughts.

One of the physician suddenly barged inside.

"Apologies your highness. But, we....we have failed...to save several comrades who was infected. It seems the infection has already spread to their lungs."

"How many now left?" Nickolai quickly asked.

"From 50 came in, now left only 29 comrades. All of them in critical condition."

Upon hearing that, everyone knew the seriousness of the situation.

Even Sir Lawrence felt remorse of the loss of his comrades.

Michael once again approaches Nickolai.

"Your Highness, we really need Her highness guidance. She's the one who had figured out for the cure of this plague. Consequently, she's the only one who know how to help us. We really need her help." He tries to persuade him.

Nickolai knew the truth of it. This time he can't forbid Dacia from getting involved in this matter.