The Protagonists All Love Me

Chapter 15 Luncheon Gone Wrong

"Lady Eira! Where have you been?" Baroness Joanne came breaking up the uncomfortable atmosphere, noticing Grand Duke Frederick.

"Baroness Joanne," He greeted with a bow, as did the Baroness who felt the atmosphere was wrong.
"Is there something wrong?"

Glaring at the shivering maid whom she planned to extract information from when she went back, she replied courteously. "Lady Eira has an appointment that unfortunately she wasn't informed of."

Returning to her usual calm face, she looked puzzled before once again curtsying to the duke saying her goodbye. "It was nice meeting you Grand Duke."

"Yes, Lady Eira." Placing a soft kiss on the back of her lace gloves, feeling the unusually low temperature through the thin fabric.

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"The Grand Duke met with her?", slapping the water rising to reveal his naked physique. The sun revealing the thin scars over his pale body, continuing to listen to the shadow guard with a bloodthirsty smile.

"So it was her."

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"His majesty wants to eat lunch with me?" She repeated trying not to bite her lips in frustration.

"Yes and we don't have much time to spare Lady Eira, come along now." Trying not to resist her assigned maid Harriet who pulled her into her bedroom. Absentmindedly, allowing her to fiddle with her body and hair limply like a doll being played with by a child.

'He's dangerous, I feel like he can see through everything.'

Fed up of being dressed in white or pastel colours she chose a dress made of velvet in a jade green, the fabric emphasising her breasts as it then hung loosely under her bust. The puff sleeves and square neck showed off her skin that was an icy white, her long mane that was tamed with rose oil had been plaited down her back revealing the swan like neck.

'But why are they treating me-an irrelevant person so well?'

Baroness Joanne who came in looked at her who was lost in thought with silent awe, her eyes curved in an appreciative smile. Taking her hand and escorting her with a knight who took occasional glances at her.

After walking through a series of long winding corridors, taking around 20 minutes or so had it not been for Joanne who pulled her back she would have walked right into the large back of the scar-faced Knight.

'It's uncomfortable.' She thought dazedly as she raised her eyes from the glassy, marble floors hearing the strange sound of the door opening.

Seeing the majestic figure turning his head to her direction, his eyes dilating a little as if flustered, blood smeared his face amidst withdrawing his sword from the maids lifeless corpse.

His hair in a disorderly fashion and dark clothing with large wet patches in the lighting, with the strong smell of rust it was undeniably blood.

Blood that streaked the floor and splattered on the gorgeous baroque paintings, the only thing unaffected standing centrally was the long table exquisitely arranged with mouth watering dishes.

With quality ingredients and made by the imperial chef, the food prepared on gold plates with corresponding cutlery gleamed quietly out of place.

The scrape on his neck bled profusely dripping down under the collar of his shirt, watching the changes in her micro expression lazily as if expecting something.

"Come in."

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(👑Carmen P.O.V)

I did not think it were possible for me to desire someone so desperately, yet I choose to hide this feeling.

Close ministers have always said this about previous kings, they're three things that they lust over: money, sexual pleasures and blood.

My father a coward who bathed in luxury and his predecessor who had numerous women in his harem, how could a man who only knows the taste of the battlefield covet the soft flesh of a woman?

To lay claim to the snow like skin, making my mark indents of teeth biting in her flesh. Pressed underneath me, her voice melting away my sanity with the cries of my name.

I want everything.

Yet I felt ashamed, watching me as I finished my kill my body stained in the blood of those that defied me.

Her blank gaze which unfurled before me, her ivory eyes somewhat dilated watched with focus holding her breathe for a moment.

Before returning to calm like throwing a pebble on the surface of a lake, her lips even curved looking as if she knew exactly what I was.

She is not afraid of me, nor greedy for riches and power.

Her indifference is unsettling, biting into forbidden fruit I covet her more.