If Carynne wouldnt go, how long would Raymond be away on military duty? Raymond said that she wouldnt be directly affected by his retirent from the military and his new post as mber of the Assembly. However, the opponent right now was royalty. And, for that matter, the crown prince.
How far would Raymond be able to defy that man? Even now, Raymond wasnt around Carynne. To what extent would he be able to protect her?
Will Sir Raymond be safe only if I answer Crown Prince Gueuzes summons?
Should she?
He was acting like many other tyrants would. Had Raymond gone to a dangerous place, just like all the other husbands or fiancs who lost their wives or fiances to powerful n? Then, did this an that Carynne would need to go to Crown Prince Gueuze in exchange for Raymonds safety? Until he was satisfied? Until hed get bored of her? Until when?
But Carynne still had to choose.
In the end, she had to choose one or the other. And if Carynne had to pick, she would choose the side that had more weight behind itthe side that she would have to do.
However, there were two problems.
First, it was Crown Prince Gueuze, one of her mothers forr suitors. And her mother was a human being who had lived a repetitive life, just like herself. Carynne didnt want to use the sa rod that her mother might have used. That would be exceedingly unsanitary. Just thinking about it triggered an instinctive unwillingness.
Ill have to bear with it.
In her minds eye, Carynne could imagine that its the sa as food waste getting shoved down her throat, but she sighed and tried to persuade herself.
Considering all the years she lived in this repetitive life, Gueuze was definitely younger than her. She comforted herself with this thought. Still, there were quite a few things that she loathed, even as she had already lived to this age.
Then again, there lay a much bigger problem than this.
The second problem was whether this was the kind of love that Dullan had in mind.
There were many stories about won leaving their man for another man. It was such a common story that could be heard anywhere.
However, Carynne had never once heard a happy ending amid those stories, where the man and the woman were happily married. The best case scenario was that the couple would bury the matter and pretend that it never happened. With Raymond, that didnt seem likely.
Should Carynne spread her legs in front of Crown Prince Gueuzefor the sake of Raymond?
Was that love?
Carynne remained alone in that room, staring at the portraits hanging on the walls. She stared at those won. She stared at her mother.
If she were to whore herself out in the na of love, was that still love?
Did you all do that, too?
Would the priest acknowledge that as true love?
If she genuinely loves Raymond, should she sleep with another man for his sake?
If I beco that old geezers plaything, will that prove my love?
Its not even funny.
From the beginning, why did she want to kill people? Did she not take up a knife in her hand for the sheer reason that she didnt want to be killed anymore? Wasnt that why she wanted to live a refreshing new life, even a little?
Why must she be so pathetically conflicted?
Why must she have to take this filthy test?
As chaos filled her completely, the night fell.
And, soon, it was morning once more.
* * *
Milady, its ti for your al, but
Get out.
Carynne lay face down.
I dont want to et anyone. I dont even want to think about anything. I want to procrastinate as much as I could. I do not want to decide. I do not want to choose. Ill just stay here and wait, and once Raymond cos backI will try to love him. Then after that, Ill decide whether Ill go to Crown Prince Gueuze or not. It might be better if we decide on it together because, after all, maybe this is love?
This letter
Carynne handed a letter to Donna. There was no recipient written on the envelope. Carynne spoke again.
Send it to Dullan.
Rather than making the wrong decision by herself, what Carynne decided to do now was to peek into the answer sheet. She did not want to try and analyze this more. If hed say its correct to go, then she would go. If shes told to go, she would, even if she felt disgusted by how unsanitary it would be. But if she was told not to go, what if Raymond would die? Ah well, that would be on Dullan.
Carynne was sick and tired of everything.
Raymond. Dullan. Gueuze. Verdic. Isella.
Shes tired of them all.
* * *
But Raymond did not co. Dullan did not reply.
Buried beneath a field of flowers, Carynne counted. One, two, three
And she thought about the past. What was he like back then? At that ti
* * *
The night had fallen once more, and the eting day that Crown Prince Gueuze had set was now here.
Knock, knock.
Soone knocked on the door. Donna didnt seem to be here. Carynne covered her ears with a pillow. She was still in her nightgown. She closed her eyes. Really, she did not want to go. She did not want to use what her mother had used.
Its fine.
Her ti was almost up. A month and a half. Thats when Carynnes wedding would be. And, the day after that, Carynne would either end, or this ti would end.
Knock, knock.
Her legs would not need to be spread anymore. Her throat would not need to be slit anymore. No, not anymore.
Knock, knock.
Leave.
Receive the order.
A stranger ca in, not Donna. It was a man in civilian clothes. However, his face was ruggish and his arms were thick. This mans entire body scread he did dirty work.
Carynne scowled.
I said leave.
Crown Prince Gueuze has issued an order to bring you to him.
Tell him Im not here.
I cannot lie to His Highness.
Im about to get married, so why are you doing this?
I follow the will of only Crown Prince Gueuze. And His Highness wants to talk to you.
The man grabbed Carynnes wrist, and so she was forced to stand up from the bed.
She shouted towards the door.
Donna!
Tell Countess Elva!
This was a terrible abuse of power. Regardless of how incapable Crown Prince Gueuze was with picking up won, he couldnt just take a woman living in a counts residence like this, let alone the fiance of a baronys representative.
Let go of . Are you planning on dragging out like an animal like this?
Im just following orders. Carynne Evans, stood up and heed His Highness order. He wishes to et you.
DONNA!
But there was no answer. The maid wasnt here.
Since when had she been gone?
Carynne regretted keeping only a few people around her. At the very least, Countess Elva should know. Or perhaps Lianne. She couldnt get dragged away without anyone knowing about it. Even if she was to be silenced here, there should at least be one person whod be able to witness this.
But why was there no one here?
The man pulled Carynnes arm.
Carynne Evans, please remain quiet.
Whats your rank? Which household are you from? Identify yourself.
Thats sothing you dont have to know.
Carynne noted that this mans clothes were plain, and his tone and accent were also rough, so she surmised that he was not officially employed by the royal family. If he was officially employed, he wouldnt speak this way.
She looked around. There were a few more n who resembled him behind his figure.
Even if youre acting under Crown Prince Gueuzes orders, its ridiculous how youre dragging a sleeping person out in the middle of the night. Tell him to send an invitation officially.
Ha.
If he wants to sleep with , tell him to at least treat like a concubine.
SLAP!
Carynne heaved.
What the, just now. That man. Just now. My cheek. My face.
Her head was spinning. She blinked. Unexpected violence from an unexpected person. Tears ford around her eyes.
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