The Tyrant Duke Is The Father
Chapter 15 - Recovery
This insufferable woman... is asleep on my bed!
With all of those pups nonetheless. It smells like wet dog now.
I can't go another night without sleep. And to be honest, that drug took more days out of me than I could normally go without sleep for.
I looked up at the pink-haired woman who reminded me of a peony, who was softly mumbling to herself, clutching the sheets.
Is she having a nightmare?
Rosalie Julian
No... Cay... den...
Then, it began to click inside of my head.
The way that she wanted to run away, despite having nowhere to go.
She took gold and other objects to provide for her... LOVER.
She wanted someone else to become the Father of my child?
I never believed her to be so cruel and hypocritical.
How hateful... I should kill her right now, but even I couldn't harm my own blood.
If my baby is growing in there, I need to keep his woman alive for now.
Rosalie Julian
Cayden... Cayden... Cayden...
I was about to pull out my sword at that very moment, about to decapitate her in that, very instance.
Exercise self-control, Cassian Bastillos...
Yes, that's what Rupert told me to do.
Exercise self-control and discipline... for the House of Bastillos is cursed to be tricked by every person they come across.
Before Floyen worked for me, he was a pickpocket. He took my watch at the wrong time and almost lost a limb before he swore to be in my service until he died.
So now, he's the housekeeper and gets paid a steady amount, and even got married to one of the chef's daughters.
Rosalie Julian
Cayden... I love you.
Pulling the woman towards me, jolting her awake, I frowned at her.
The fear quickly disappeared from her eyes and she smiled.
Rosalie Julian
You're so handsome, Cayden...
Rosalie Julian
So... handsome...
She then fell asleep again, hugging my arm.
Cassian Bastillos
H-Hey, let go-
Rosalie Julian
Don't... leave...
Did she truly mistake me for this Cayden lover of hers?
And she's trapped me here.
How did I, a monster of the battlefield, get trapped by the request of an insufferable dame like her?
But her shallow breath, her warm hands... they were warmth that, as a monster of the battlefield, I was deprived of.
Somehow... the feeling made me feel equally as sleepy.
That skin of hers... it's silky smooth. It contrasted completely with my rough and scarred skin.
Somehow, knowing that she hasn't worked a day in her life makes my blood boil.
Misty Plume
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coca
the product of your fuxk 😄 🤣
2024-05-04
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your own future son duh....
2022-09-11
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2022-02-05
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