Warnings: might contain non-consent, dubious-consent, man-on-man action, gore
For someone who has long grown accustomed to life in the glittering royal court of London, the scenery of Stonehaven [1] in the autumn could only be described using the words lacklustre and tiresome --- Brett Thomas [2], the Marquess of Wiltshire [3], had been sitting still by a large window in the conservatory on the second floor for more than two hours. The servants were all quite puzzled, just what was it about that lawn --- which had quite a lot of patches of dried and withered grass --- that could captivate the attention of the Marquess for such a long time?
Nevertheless, everybody still had to admit that even when he was the very picture of indolence and boredom, there was still a mysterious charm about him that was reminiscent of the luminaries that had been painted by Titian [4], so that people did not dare to approach him casually.
The Marquess of Wiltshire was currently the most fashionable and desirable figure in high society. If his porcelain skin that was as white as eggshells were any finer or more translucent, the capillaries of his face would almost be visible. His jade-green eyes were clear and crystalline, just like a peppermint sweet of the finest quality. As for his shimmering pale golden hair, its existence was yet another reason for people to envy him. Under the rays of the afternoon sunshine, the peacock-green jacket he was wearing --- cut to epitomize the refined tastes of its owner --- gleamed and gave off flashes of a dark green light that were very complimentary to his eyes.
But this tranquil picture of an autumn afternoon spent in quiet contemplation was quickly disrupted by a manservant who rushed up the stairs in a blind panic. "My Lord, there is a big Scotsman at the door who is raising a ruckus, demanding to see you [5]. Could Your Lordship please go and have a look quickly."
The name of the manservant who had rushed in was Hugh. Wiltshire had already been reprimanded him several times for his impulsive behaviour and way of doing things but apparently, he had not reformed his ways as a result?
When he saw that panic was written all over the servant's face, the expression on the face of the Marquess also changed in turn. Originally aloof and impassive, it now took on a hint of severity.
"Hugh, I think I have already told you this. Even if the door is open, you should still knock on it before entering into the room." It wasn't just his looks that perfectly embodied the most desirable qualities in aristocratic circles at that time, so did his voice --- the lazy drawl carried a slight hint of sarcasm, even the corpulent Prince Regent [6] often daydreamed about being able to have such elegant tones.
"My apologies, my Lord! But that man... that man..."
In actual fact, Hugh was a robust youth who was nearly five feet eight inches in height [7], that someone could cause him to become utterly flustered to the extent of being nearly helpless... Wiltshire could not help but to become curious; could that man be just like the Scottish giants of legend?
"Where is he?" Wiltshire finally rose from the brocade chair he had been seated on for the whole afternoon and stood up. He had been obliged to incline his head down as he asked Hugh the question --- his six-foot-tall body was the only thing about him that rather spoiled the image of an idle aristocrat.
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Romantik"Get lost! Get lost!" Walker's shouts came out as a hiss because his breath caught in his throat. He raised both of his hands in front of his chest, forcefully trying to push Wiltshire away but Wiltshire's hands were far more powerful than he had im...
