Droit du Seigneur: His Lordship's Right of the First Night - Chapter 14
The room, adorned with a jewel-handled decorative dagger and shield on the walls, was the most magnificent room Louise had ever seen. The furniture was elegant, and the four-poster bed supported by columns with exquisite carvings exuded grandeur.
However, the most striking feature in the splendid room was the imposing man seated regally at the center table. With thick black eyebrows, a high-bridged nose, and a sharp, strong jawline, he resembled a marble statue. His presence alone exuded an intense sense of dominance as he sipped from his glass.
His piercing golden eyes turned toward her, and her small body froze as if ensnared.
Unfortunately, it seemed the ominous rumors about him were mostly true. The man, who exuded obvious displeasure at the sight of Louise, deeply furrowed his brow.
Like a herbivore confronting a giant predator, Louise trembled, her back pushed once more by the head maid from behind.
“What are you standing there for? Bow to His Lordship immediately!”
“I-It is an honor to be in your presence, Lord of Evron.”
Prompted by the head maid, Louise hurriedly bowed her head. The room was much brighter than the relatively dark corridor with few candles, making her translucent attire even more embarrassing.
Knowing it was futile, she instinctively tried to cover her chest with her hands. However, her slender arms could hardly conceal the noticeable fullness of her bosom. The head maid sent her a fierce look, forcing Louise to lower her hands.
Fear prickled her skin at the thought of angering the lord and possibly being killed. The beautiful sword on the wall could easily slice her in half….
Even if such a thing happened and her severed head was displayed on the castle wall by morning, the only one to mourn her would be her young sister. Helio, who had forced her into this situation, would certainly feel no remorse or shed any tears.
“…Quite a sight.”
The man slowly scrutinizing Louise spat out his words laced with contempt. Her youthful face flushed with shame. He glanced briefly at her bare feet on the floor and raised one eyebrow in obvious disapproval.
The negligee she wore was so thin it might as well have been made of gossamer. Denied even a single piece of fabric to wrap around her chest, the outline of her plump b*****s and the tense n*****s were glaringly visible.
Even a courtesan wouldn’t enter a man’s bedroom in such a vulgar outfit… Louise hung her head, wanting to disappear.
“Your Lordship, is she not to your liking?”
“My preference, you ask?”
He let out a low laugh at the head maid’s cautious question, clearly finding it ridiculous. His eyebrows knitted further in dissatisfaction as he gazed at Louise.
“Exercising the droit du seigneur is the lord’s right and duty, so I’m merely fulfilling an obligation. Therefore, she should constantly be careful not to displease him.”
Even without the head maid’s repeated warnings, Louise had anticipated this. The lord was a member of the imperial family, none other than the Emperor’s own brother. Though he had spent years on the battlefield, he had been accustomed to the presence of refined and perfect ladies in the imperial palace.
A man used to such women could hardly be pleased with a rustic peasant girl, even for just one night.
“Riddel, is it?”
“…Yes, Milord.”
Holding her breath, Louise answered as a voice as deep and resonant as a cave descended upon her.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty.”
When she quietly stated her age, he nodded with a slight frown. He seemed about to say more but sighed shortly and, without looking at her, gestured toward the bed.
“Go to the bed and lie face down.”
The low, resonant voice carried an unyielding and heavy sense of authority. Though inexperienced, Louise knew what his command implied. Her legs, stiff as if weighted with iron, barely moved under his command.
Trembling, she placed her hands and knees on the white sheets, waiting. She sensed him climbing onto the bed behind her.
…Gasp!
When his large hand swiftly lifted her skirt to her waist, her mind went blank. The spot where his hand brushed felt as if it were on fire, and Louise swallowed nervously.
The head maid, who had brought her here, hadn’t left the room yet. After exchanging a few words with her, the man let out a low sound through his teeth and pulled down Louise’s underwear.
“Stay still.”
“Ah, Milord, wait, just a moment… Mmmh!”
“Lift your hips higher.”
Hearing the head maid exit the room, Louise tightly shut her eyes in terror.
