Forbidden ➵ 𝘭. 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 []

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

Prologue.

"Historia"

"Yes, Lant," she panted, her clothes sprawled out under his gaze.

His palm felt her left cheek, as he smiled, "Promise me." He said, moving his hand to grip her exposed thigh.

"I promise thee," she spoke carefully.

"You are my most prized possession, so promise me"

"Lant," She gasped.

"Promise that if anything happened to me, you will reform the Agriche house, under a new name, with our future children"

She tilted her head in confusion, seeking Lant's gaze. Historia smiled, nodding slowly as her palm felt Lant's right cheek.

His gaze did not follow her eyes, as she closed her eyes. "Lant, look at me"

Historia wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down closer and closer to her body. She looked at him, slightly troubled by his expression.

He looked as if he was predicting something. Maybe the future.

But, where was that maniacal Lant she knew that would take her to bed after hearing that his wives were not pregnant?

She brought her lips to his, pulling him in her grasp. She gasped, once realizing that his attention had come back to just her.

That had allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, and she smiled slowly. She giggled momentarily when they parted lips.

"I promise"

And he led her through the night.

-

Historia looked up to the ceiling, stuck in the grasp of Lant.

She sighed quietly, knowing that this little time of Lant sleeping was not hard to come by. So, she had to be careful to wake him up.

Eventually, she got out of his grasp. As she sat on her bed, she looked at the sleeping Lant. His sleeping face was much more handsome, especially when his hair was not slicked back.

She smiled softly, it wasn't common for Lant to be sleeping in her room after they had intercourse.

However, for his wives, it seemed it was uncommon.

Maybe she was special because she was his concubine, soon-to-be wife.

Or, it could've been because she was related to Roussel Pedelian.

But, why would a rival of a different clan sleep peacefully, knowing that the rival of a different clan had a half-sister he never knew about?

Who knows, what she didn't want to know was how Lant snuck up on her when she was so lost in thought.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. Lant felt the little bulge on Historia's stomach.

He dug his head into her neck, feeling around her stomach.

"I can feel the little brat kicking in your stomach Historia"

She giggled, her hands engulfing with Lant's, "Are you sure? I can barely feel a thing"

He nodded, "Maybe it's time for you to sign the marriage certificate, Historia. The little brat is about to be born sooner than later. Might as well do it now before the other wives create chaos"

She nodded, "Of course. However, let's wait a bit longer, Lant. Time may go too fast, but I would like to cherish every bit of time before I sign the certificate"

He sighed, facing her, "That piece of paper will always sit on your desk when you are ready. Have a maid send it to me when you sign it, Historia"

"Yes, Lant"

He stood away from Historia, his "warmth" leaving her stomach. He took a strand of her hair, kneeling as he locked eye contact and kissed that strand of hair, "You are my most prized possession, Historia."

She nodded slowly, wondering where this was going.

He let the strand of hair go, "Remember that." He threw on his coat that was left on a chair from the night before.

"I have some things to attend to, and to see if the other wives are pregnant or not."

He left her room, and Historia let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Why was she even holding a breath? She loved Lant, and she was carrying his child.

Importantly, she had earned his favor, and she was by far the most trusted out of everyone.

She snapped her fingers, and maids clambered into her room. Her right knee crossed over her left, she said, "Clean this mess from yesterday's action. The Lord would be quite upset if he saw that this room was not cleaned the next time he would come here."

The maids quickly cleaned up the events from yesterday and soon left the room.

Historia stood up, leaning her ear to her door. The maids were talking about her.

"I can't believe he would allow her to be his concubine"

"Yes, she's just an illegitimate child from the Pedelian clan, what's so good about her?"

"I wish I was in bed with the Lord"

"Be careful of your words now, the Lady might hear," A maid shushed the others.

Too bad, the precious Lady had heard all and was going to give all of them a painful time before her child was born.

Historia smirked as she opened the door with a needle in her hand.

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I...I think he is wayyyyy too OOC for my heart to handle, bruh.

I, I literally can't.