"Are you finished?" Daphne asked innocently as she watched Drusilla drain the last of the whiskey without even a hint of suspicion. This proved to her that Drusilla was most likely unaware of the more minute properties of the aphrodisiac.
Which ant that she wasn’t working alone. There had to be soone else who provided the aphrodisiac while Drusilla provided the opportunity.
"Yes, Sister, let us go now," Drusilla said with a smile as she looped her arm in Daphne’s own, as though they were once again bosom sisters sharing secrets in the dark of night.
Drusilla’s body felt like it was warming quickly; clearly, the dance with the duke had tired her out more than she had expected. She was almost suspicious that she might have gotten the wrong glass― but no, a quick glance confird that it was her lip stain that decorated the rim of the glass.
Besides, Daphne was the one that looked increasingly flushed and dazed. Of course she was the one that drank the spiked whiskey!
Daphne nodded in agreent, even as she wanted to fling Drusilla far away from her. She purposely dragged her feet, so that the aphrodisiac in Drusilla’s body would have more ti to take effect.
Not to ntion Drusilla would have to waste more effort supporting her to the room. Daphne was petty enough to even take such a tiny victory.
Drusilla wheezed and panted, her own face gradually getting redder as she felt heat rise up within her. Perhaps the whiskey was simply too strong! After all, people from Xahan clearly enjoyed stronger flavors.
Eventually, the sisters made it to a room at the center of the lake house. There was a huge bed in the middle, their sky-blue sheets an inviting comfort to a long tiring night.
"Here Daphne, you can rest right here," Drusilla said victoriously as she all but threw Daphne on the bed, her face twisted in an ugly smirk. "I’ll make sure no one disturbs you."
"Noooooo," Daphne pretended to whine as she raised her hands, trying to grab Drusilla to pull her down on the bed. "You must stay with ."
"Don’t worry Daphne, you’ll have companions to share your bed soon enough," Drusilla said smugly as she prepared to leave, her words slurring together. She stumbled and swayed as she turned around. "Make sure to service him well, wouldn’t you?"
A slow smirk crossed Daphne’s face even as she pretended she had no clue what was going on. Drusilla was so affected by the aphrodisiac and believed that she was so close to success, that she never even checked if Daphne was truly passed out on the bed.
This ant that Daphne had the pri opportunity to leap up and overpower her with one quick blow to the neck, dumping her body on the very sa spot where Daphne was lying a re minute ago.
Drusilla groaned in confusion, but the pain was mild in comparison to the sudden want coursing through her body. She tugged at her own dress at first, fueled by the heat. But that only riled her up even further and she pawed at her breasts, moaning at the sensations.
Well, that was Daphne’s hint that it was ti to go. She quickly darted out the door, making sure to leave the room door unlocked as she took residence in the next room, making sure to lock the door of that room.
She wanted to see who it was that Drusilla was working with, and what better way than to use Drusilla as bait?
A small part of Daphne wondered if she was being too cruel. Then she rembered that Drusilla had all but wanted to drug her for soone to take advantage of her, and whatever goodwill or pity she felt shriveled and died.
So Daphne kept one ear to the door, waiting for soone to arrive. Every room door in the lake house had tiny peepholes so that their guests could see who was addressing them before they opened the door.
After all, this was a residence the Reaweth royal family loaned to nobles they liked. This was simply an added security asure to ensure no one opened their door for a potential criminal.
More importantly, this feature allowed Daphne to spy on people without opening her door.
It didn’t take long for her to hear the sound of footsteps walking in her direction. Daphne peered through the tiny peephole and gasped.
It was Duke Lanperouge. He didn’t seem particularly inebriated― he could still walk in a steady line, and Daphne couldn’t spot the flush on his cheeks. He was even humming a jaunty tune.
Was he working with Drusilla to drug her?
Should she save Drusilla?
But then again, if he was, then he could clearly tell that the woman on the bed wasn’t Daphne. So he shouldn’t do anything to her.
She heard the sound of the door closing and the tell-tale click of the lock. She froze.
Was the duke going to take advantage of Drusilla?
And if he did... Why should Daphne care? Drusilla didn’t care for her as her sister. And Drusilla wasn’t even a maiden― she had no chastity to safeguard. Daphne was wasting her effort to worry about her.
Daphne’s mind continued to war with herself as she watched and listened. She erged from her hiding spot and listened carefully.
It didn’t seem like anything was happening. Daphne then decided to leave the area to look for her wayward husband.
***
Unknown to her, sothing amorous was happening in the room. Duke Lanperouge had purposely chosen this particular room for its acoustics; the door was especially heavy and it could muffle most sounds, but any moans would echo beautifully.
Instead of Princess Daphne, Duke Lanperouge paused in his steps when he realized it was Princess Drusilla on the bed instead.
He would have vastly preferred fucking Daphne Molinero, as per his original plan, but Duchess Hazelle had quickly dissuaded him before he could make a life-ending mistake.
She helpfully reminded him that King Atticus had slayed a dragon and lopped off a crown prince’s hand. Drusilla’s entire sche consisted of Atticus being so disgusted by Daphne being tainted that he would cast her aside, but what if he didn’t and simply decided to torture the culprit instead?
Duke Lanperouge didn’t even know how Duchess Hazelle knew it would be Drusilla drugged instead. Perhaps it didn’t matter to her― any one of those two won in trouble would’ve ended favorably for her.
However, if it had been Princess Daphne instead, the duke would have to think twice before acting. Just the very thought of ssing with the king of Vramid made Duke Lanperouge break out in a cold sweat. Even if he was a cat with nine lives, that wouldn’t be enough to survive King Atticus’s wrath!
"Your Grace...?" Drusilla called out from the bed, her tone dragging a little as she spoke. She sounded groggy, as though she had just woken up from her slumber. "My body... it feels so warm... Could you cool it down for ?"
Her sweet voice, paired with how she quickly tore her own dress off to reveal her milky white skin, had Duke Lanperouge quickly aroused. All thoughts of Duchess Hazelle and her wicked plans were tossed to the back of his skull.
For now, he wanted to fuck a blonde princess until she cried and begged him for rcy.
So he would.
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