Lucius tied her hands tightly above her head, planting soft kisses along Freya’s neck and shoulders. Freya could no longer relax as his lips brushed against the peak of her chest, which had hardened in excitement. “Oh, this feels weird,” she moaned. His hand slid toward Freya’s exposed belly, and as he reached her most sensitive spot, caressing it gently, Lucius suddenly let out a low groan.

“Freya, I can’t take it any longer.”

His erect manhood, threatening to spill its evident desire, penetrated her insides at once.

***

Freya grew up abused in her orphanage. She picked up Ruth, a beautiful boy with blonde hair and green eyes who had fallen down in the yard.

‘Freya, I have only you.’

‘No matter what happens, I won’t let go of your hand.’

But one day, Ruth suddenly disappeared, and that was the last memory she had of him. And three years later, Freya became a servant of the mad prince.

“I will give you the honor of being my servant,” said the prince. However, things began to get strange as Freya is constantly entangled with the prince. She wants to keep distance from him, but her efforts were in vain.

Blonde hair, pale skin, and thin red lips. Crown Prince Lucius held dark blue eyes, so different from the Ruth Freya knew in many ways.

‘He’s not Ruth. But why… do I remember Ruth?’

••••••••••••••••••••••

Lucius tied her hands tightly above her head, planting soft kisses along Freya’s neck and shoulders. Freya could no longer relax as his lips brushed against the peak of her chest, which had hardened in excitement. “Oh, this feels weird,” she moaned. His hand slid toward Freya’s exposed belly, and as he reached her most sensitive spot, caressing it gently, Lucius suddenly let out a low groan.

“Freya, I can’t take it any longer.”

His erect manhood, threatening to spill its evident desire, penetrated her insides at once.

***

Freya grew up abused in her orphanage. She picked up Ruth, a beautiful boy with blonde hair and green eyes who had fallen down in the yard.

‘Freya, I have only you.’

‘No matter what happens, I won’t let go of your hand.’

But one day, Ruth suddenly disappeared, and that was the last memory she had of him. And three years later, Freya became a servant of the mad prince.

“I will give you the honor of being my servant,” said the prince. However, things began to get strange as Freya is constantly entangled with the prince. She wants to keep distance from him, but her efforts were in vain.

Blonde hair, pale skin, and thin red lips. Crown Prince Lucius held dark blue eyes, so different from the Ruth Freya knew in many ways.

‘He’s not Ruth. But why… do I remember Ruth?’

•••••••••••••••

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It was glorious weather for taking a walk. Under the cloudless blue sky, a gentle breeze blew, and Freya stood in the garden, admiring the fresh mixture of cherry tomatoes that she’d planted with her own hands. This was what the joy of harvesting must feel like, and she felt proud of her achievement.

“Lucas! Come and look at this. Don’t they look so delicious?” She squealed in delight.

Picking one of the well-grown cherry tomatoes from the bush, she smiled at Lucas, who stood staring blankly. He looked at her for a long time, with an indecipherable look in his blue eyes, before finally brushing his bangs to the side of his face and replying, “Yeah. It looks delicious.”

Freya blushed for no apparent reason in response to his answer, which left an odd afterglow on her face. He looks especially handsome today, she thought. He was a man who shone brightly, even when standing in an underwhelming garden. The solid muscles that bulged underneath his broad shoulders could easily be seen under his thin shirt, which clung to his body whenever the wind blew. And, the exquisite combination of his sparkling blond hair and blue eyes could only be a blessing from God. What a handsome husband.

Lucas’s thigh muscles tightened over his long legs as he strode casually toward Freya. Feeling shy for staring at him for so long, she reached out to him and asked, “Would you like to try a tomato?”

Lucas stood in front of her, looking her up and down, and then he grabbed Freya’s waist and slowly bent her backward; they were so close that they could feel each other’s breath on their skin. Feeling nervous for no reason, Freya gulped down saliva as Lucas slowly bent his head down and whispered, “What I am curious about is not that tomato, Freya.”

“Then what are you curious about?” She asked, almost faltering with her words. The look in Lucas’s eyes became more intense as he stared longingly into her.

“Wh-wh-why are you looking at me like that?” she stuttered.

“How am I looking at you?” Lucas joked as he held her around the waist tightly.

“Uh,” she uttered, not knowing how to answer him. He looked like a predator living in the mountains that had finally found its prey, but Freya couldn’t say that to his face. While she was hesitating to speak, Lucas looked her directly in the eyes and whispered, “I want to plant a kiss on you right now.”

“You’re c-c-crazy!” she stuttered. No matter how rare it was to see people in this neighborhood, hunters and merchants passed by often, and Freya didn’t want to display affection in front of others.

Bewildered, when she hurriedly covered her mouth with her sleeve, he puckered up his lips, “It’ll be fine if no one sees us, right? So let’s go inside right now.”

“But we just got here. We’re supposed to take a walk.” Freya, who had already been pestered by him last night, was feeling a bit tired. You don’t only want a kiss!

As she held back what she wanted to say, Lucas’s eyes opened wider. “Maybe we can take a walk later.” And just like that, he gripped her wrist and dragged her down the cobbled pathway to the house.

“Lucas, slow down!”

Lucas pushed the door open so forcefully that it sounded as if it would break in half! He let out a heavy sigh after moving Freya in front of the now-closed door as he murmured, “Freya, I want to kiss you.”

“Lucas. It is because of you that I can’t live my life!” Freya, who couldn’t control her racing heart, reached out and touched his cheeks. Lucas’s hands held her body tightly in the silence, and when she grabbed his neck, he placed his lips onto hers. And a strong desire that could no longer be contained seeped out through their parted lips.

“Oh, Freya. It feels so good.” His impatient desire echoed in their tangled breathing.

“Lucas. Ah!”

Today he was more persistent than usual, giving her no room to breathe, he placed his lips on hers again, and his tongue tapped Freya’s lips through the slow kiss. “Open your mouth, Freya,” he whispered hungrily.

“But, what about our walk?”

“Now,” he said, ignoring her question.

“Lucas!” While calling his name, his soft red tongue slipped into her mouth. “Ah…” Freya couldn’t think straight as she felt her body tingle all over. When she reached out to push his chest, Lucas dug into her mouth deeper with his tongue. The passionate kiss made her vision blurry, and her whole body began to tremble. But, this tremor was most certainly not due to fear.

The desperate kiss showed her just how much Lucas loved her. How long had it been since the last time that they kissed like this? Freya twisted her body as hard as she could. I’ll choke to death if he kisses me more. But Lucas, drunk on her lips, didn’t budge.

After gently playing with her mounds for a long time, he finally released his lips from hers and coughed, “Aren’t you supposed to breathe while kissing?” Looking at Freya, who was catching her breath, Lucas’s eyes became more and more fierce.

When he tried to kiss her again, she yelled out, “No! My legs hurt.”

Since they’d been kissing while still standing up since they entered the room, her legs were sore, and her back, which had been rubbing against the door, was tingling. Perhaps Lucas had finally come to his senses as he pulled Freya up, straightening her back, and then managed to give her some space by backing away.

What a relief! Freya’s breathing was so quick that the front of her dress looked like it may burst at any moment, and her voluptuous mounds were bulging over the top of it. She thought that it had ended, but Lucas suddenly lifted her off the ground. Freya, now helpless in his tight grasp, swung her legs like a child throwing a tantrum.

Carefully seating her on the bed, he wiped the shiny corners of his mouth with his sleeve, “We can continue now, right?”

Freya hated everything about Lotty’s happy-sounding voice and how she was always excited about everything.

“Freya. I am heavy, right?” She asked shyly.

She probably felt sorry for asking Freya to give her a piggyback ride, and she squirmed her body to try to get down from Freya’s back. When she did that, Freya reached out and patted her on the shoulder, “Hey, it’s too much trouble, so just stay.”

Gasping for air, Freya carried Lotty until they reached an alley where the busy street began. After wiping the sweat from her forehead, she took out a small bowl from her bag and set it down. It was the best spot she’d found in two years.

“Wow, it’s warm,” Freya exclaimed. When the sun started to rise, one could feel its warmth until around 3 p.m. But it was worth the discomfort as crowds of people walked up and down the bustling road, so the profits there weren’t too bad. Freya poked at Lotty’s tummy when a pretty woman, holding a well-dressed baby boy, walked past them. “Cry, now!”

“Freya. Why are you hitting me? It hurts,” Lotty, with her bulging belly, started crying at Freya’s sudden gesture.

“Please help me. My sister is very sick.” Freya blinked her green eyes and wondered how many people would stop walking, but they all passed by.

Lotty, who soon stopped crying, stood up and stared pitifully at a pedestrian and boldly asked, “Why don’t you give me money?”

Freya watched in amazement as this was Lotty’s first time working the streets. She jumped up and shook her head as she watched Lotty twirling on one foot, looking like she didn’t know the ins and outs of how the world worked.

“Hey, Freya. Why don’t we have jackets?” She asked with a sad look on her face. It wasn’t even winter yet, and there was already a cold wind blowing. With her shoulders shivering, Lotty compared their clothes to those of the people who walked by.

Aunt Sophia had said that they had to look as shabby as possible to earn a lot of money. However, from Freya’s perspective, this was far from deliberately staged poverty. “That’s because we are poor,” she replied, and she thought about how it sometimes felt cozier outside than it did inside her home.

“Then the other kids work like us too?”

“Um, well,” Freya blurted her words as she looked at a girl in a navy coat wearing a white hat and lace socks, holding her mother’s hand tightly. Perhaps that was not so.

It had been a few years since Freya had started begging in the area, and she had seen countless children her age passing by, laughing and eating candy. No matter how many of them she saw, they never seemed to be working as her. They always had smiles on their shiny faces, and their neat hair didn’t look like it had any fleas.

Lotty, lying on her back, began to whine, “Hey, Freya. I am hungry.”

“Hey! Why are you so clumsy? Look at your belly.” At Freya’s verbal attack, Lotty looked down in tears as she rubbed her belly.

Freya had shouted coldly at her, and anyone looking would be able to tell what Lotty was feeling right now. “Help me! Please!” Freya screeched in a high-pitched voice in an attempt to get someone’s attention, and some people looked back, frowning at the poor kids.

“That’s how they punish orphans,” a passer-by said.

“That’s how they punish orphans,” a passer-by said.

“They do look to be violent, but don’t you feel sorry for them?” Her friend asked.

Two middle-aged women were talking as they walked by, gripping their pretty parasols. Freya felt a little embarrassed when she heard the words “orphan” and “punish.” And she also wondered what the lady meant when she said that they looked to be violent. Freya frowned deeply, as she hated the people who talked bad about her while passing by and then didn’t give her any money.

Lotty, who was drawing butterflies on the sidewalk, looked up curiously, “Freya. What is an orphan?”

“Me and you, kids with no mom and dad.”

“Is that bad?”

As soon as Lotty made a disappointed face, Freya scolded her, “Who cares? If we go back with no money, Aunt Sophia will hit us.”

Listening to Freya’s blunt remarks, Lotty scratched a blister on her head and muttered helplessly, “Hitting is okay. I want dinner.”

You are an idiot! It was clear that she had never had a proper scolding because she was so young. Recalling Aunt Sophia’s strong hand, Freya had a fearful look on her face now, “Cry loud if you want to eat dinner. Very loudly!” But Lotty closed her mouth tightly, ignoring her, and continued drawing on the concrete. Perhaps their luck had run out because today, they hadn’t even earned half of what she usually did.

The walk back home felt much longer than usual. Sophia sat at the entrance, checking the money bowls that the returning children all had their money in, and only the ones who had the required amount of money were allowed to eat dinner.

“You’re okay to go to the dining room,” Sophia said to the girl in front of them.

After standing in line, Freya and Lotty’s turn finally came, and Freya’s mouth was so dry that she could barely swallow. She knew it was impossible to deceive Sophia’s fierce eyes.

“Don’t tell me you two are trying to steal my money,” Sophia raised her voice, shaking the money bowl mercilessly.

Freya, blanched with fear, could barely speak, “No, madam. We had bad luck today.”

“Luck?” Sophia threw the bowl at the child’s face and stood up. The cold, hard metal clanked against her cheek and forehead. With her eyes closed, she shuddered as she recalled the hell that was about to unfold. “Kid. Now is not the time to talk about luck.” Sophia squinted, swinging the long rod in her hand threateningly.