Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 159: Scene CLIX

The indicated door was found by the resolute Selene. Different to the luxury the Archdukes deserved by the prominence of their unique power and blood tied to the King, a much humble yet suitable chamber was granted to Dina, the Archduchess’s stepsister, who had in fact been blessed because of her political link with Ewelina with a much comfortable stay in the palace.

Quiet and cautious knocks on her door were given by the slave Princess Dorothea had sent. And to the sound, quiet stillness was conveyed through the air... until right before Selene’s voice was to call out so the lady inside would listen if present, a croaky sound answered bluntly.

"Whoever it is, leave... I do not wish to meet anyone.”

"..."

Solely few seconds traversed for Selene to contemplate how to effectively change the lady’s mind. Breathing in to carry unwavering confidence as she announced it was the princess of Herklain who sought her presence.

“Is this lady Dina from the house of Orteu? If so, your request cannot be granted. The Princess of the treasured Herklain summons you to stand before her.”

“.....”

The expected silence to her announcement followed and the moment she foresaw it would take for the door to open passed nonchalant. Proving shortly, that her ideas were correct.

With a small creak, the door opened and as she lifted her gaze to look at the woman across it, Selene controlled the surprise from being shown on her expression... for a desolated woman stood exhausted, with a weary visage soaked by what relentless tears must have done after falling indiscriminately from her now swollen lids.

“What is it that Herklain’s Princess would want from a Baron’s daughter?”

“... You are Baron Orteu’s daughter.”

“..... It is nonsensical. Are you indeed her servant?” — Condescendent, at the flimsy appearance of the tall Selene, Dina doubted the vague answer the slave gave. Solely receiving a nod from the tall blonde woman, who then showed the palm of her hands to openly expose the scars left by the continuously burnt skin coloured in ill black... both with an arrow tangled by a serpent, one signalling oppositely to the other.

“... A slave servant.” — With disgust, Dina spouted at the sight, staring at the humbly lowered head of Selene before agreeing to the sudden summon. — “The kind of matters she wants to discuss... I am to learn them once before her, am I correct?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Take me to her...” — Taking the risk of ignorance on the matters she was sought for when the night was about to heighten its darkness, Dina Orteu went back inside for a cloak to hide her head, glancing at Selene from her spot to confirm her conclusions were correct. — “Concealed this meeting must be, isn’t it?”

“... Lady Dina is correct.”

“... Good.” — Wearing now the thin cloak, Dina hid her wheat blond hair concerned about the demeanour she carried after crying helplessly. Summoning a depressed mumble as she recalled her sadness. — “It will help hide this appearance I have...”

"... This way."

Following behind the tall Selene who feigned ignorance to her mumble, it was as the corridors were crossed so no guard would find sight of both that suddenly a woman came into the path of the pair.

Nonetheless, a hand came before the exalted slave, careful not to touch her, informing that the woman was the servant of her house.

“! Milady Dina, why are you-”

“Do not question my actions, Kelly... take those basins to my chambers and stay there. I am to come back soon.”

“Yet... milady, who...”

“Do not ask again. This is not why I brought you here, remember?”

“...”

“Slave. Continue leading the path... Do as told Kelly.”

Solely staring at Dina and Kelly’s exchange, Selene scrutinised the secrecy the warning entailed as the servant shrank on her shoulders. Quietly resuming her guidance after briefly meeting Kelly’s gaze. Aware that something could be found or gained if investigating or buying the servant’s loyalty.

‘Rhea.’ — Soon after, she invoked the sister. — ‘Tell Dorothea I am with the Archduchess’s stepsister. I am secretly taking her to the chambers.’

‘... She is busy.’

"–..." — ’Busy?’

’... Yes, sister Selene...’

Stopping to the reluctance on the shared thought, Selene frowned pained. Aware that a busy Princess meant her lust was being taken care of.

“What’s wrong?”

“... I heard steps.” — Excusing her halt the slave told the lady, resuming their walk as the main castle was entered.

‘Don’t announce it yet, Rhea.’ — Selene then instructed, protecting the sister from being forced to join the princess’s immoral encounters... like once Selene herself had been. — ‘I will tell with the woman once already there.’

‘Alright.’

There were not many corridors left to cross and once arriving at the Princess’s chambers, Selene met the eyes of her young and short sister, gently smiling at her without sharing a word, to immediately knock on the lascivious owner’s door and announce the lady she had requested was brought.

“Princess, Orteu’s daughter is here.” — Selene’s voice resounded in the chamber. Where a princess played naughty with a man’s member... although it was her hand that stroked the sensitive feminity below her waist.

“mm... Mnh~... it is a pity... *lick* yet you will have to finish my mouth’s work on your own... young man...” — Shivering to the erotic taste, Dorothea raised from the man’s pole. Telling the feverish guard to dress with a last playful squeeze her hand gave. Turning away while in her nudity to wear a simple robe once more... Glancing at him one last time to secure he would come back later to please her properly. — “Be alert for when I need you.”

“... nh.. can’t you finish this now?” — The man, however, requested. Still exposed.

“Later. Now leave. You can bring a friend if you like even.”

"huff... Alright..."

Excited the man understood. Taking in his hand a few of his garments, to leave and find release somewhere else.

The guard’s rush outside was witnessed by the women that had interrupted, smirking as he thought one of them would be a good friend to bring.

Nonetheless, the glare of Selene turned him away without daring to suggest. And so, the voice of a drowsy Princess resounded. Making their women’s eyes look her way and focus on her presence.

“Come on in~... do not mind the man.”

Inviting her to step inside, Dina’s judgment had to be forbidden from her expression. Appearing solemn as she came in to stand before a flushed Dorothea, whose excitement was yet to fade.

“You stay outside, Selene.” — To the step she was about to take to close the door behind her, the slave was coldly ordered.

This time, the drowsy gaze was one filled with sharp contempt. Pushing her out of the chambers with a simple menace.