Droit du Seigneur: His Lordship's Right of the First Night - Chapter 27
When Richard didn’t answer, Louise tilted her head and muttered quietly.
“…You don’t look that old.”
“…Just go to sleep.”
Richard put an end to the unnecessary conversation with a finality in his tone.
“Sleeping early helps you grow taller.”
“I’ll sleep on the floor. At school, they taught us to respect our elders.”
“What?”
Elder? Respect?
When Richard turned around with a bewildered expression, Louise flinched and shrank back. She had spoken out of frustration at being treated like a child, but the words had left her feeling nervous. Despite her initial fear lessening, Richard still intimidated her.
Not wanting to take the bed for herself, Louise tried to climb down but was taken aback by how narrow the space was.
Moreover, the space under the bed where Richard, with his broad shoulders and long legs, had settled was so tight that there wasn’t even enough room to place her feet!
Louise’s leg hit Richard’s firm back, causing her to fall over him.
“…Ah!”
“Ugh, what?”
In the tight space, they ended up tangled together, and for a moment…
Their lips brushed softly and warmly before parting.
Louise didn’t immediately realize what had just touched her. She couldn’t fathom that such a soft place existed on a man as hard and solid as a rock.
Under the dim moonlight filtering through the window, Louise found herself on top of him, unable to breathe or move in the cramped space. His bare upper body radiated warmth, pressing against her.
An awkward silence hung between them. Richard frowned deeply and exhaled.
“Haah…”
“I-I’m sorry!”
Louise tried to get up quickly but hesitated when she felt something large, thick, and long under his clothes.
What is this? Something very large, thick, and long under his clothes…
Could it be…?
Oh my, even in bed, he sleeps with his sword! With the rumors of him as a ruthless war demon, she could almost see Richard slicing through assassins with a single stroke of his blade. The thought of the metallic scent of blood filled her mind, making her instinctively shrink her small shoulders.
Then, he twisted his upper body and got up, sounding uncomfortable. His low, husky voice was somewhat rough.
“…Let’s just sleep on the bed together.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Picking her up quickly, Richard set her down on the bed’s inner side and lay next to her.
While it was much better than the hard and cold floor, the bed was still too small. It was only slightly larger than a standard single bed, and his height and build made it impossible for them not to be pressed closely together.
They lay facing the same direction, side by side, with Louise awkwardly fidgeting.
‘Do men usually have such high body temperatures?’
Oh, again…
The long, hard object poked her from behind.
She felt grateful to him for protecting the empire and understood the constant threat of assassination he must endure, even off the battlefield. However, being poked by such a dangerous weapon while trying to sleep was far from pleasant.
Louise tried to move away, but it only made it press deeper into her.
Ugh, he let out a low growl from behind her.
“Stop moving.”
“…I’m sorry!”
His roughened voice sounded irritated, making her quickly apologize. People who wielded weapons were said to be sensitive about others touching them, and it seemed true.
She had no intention of daring to touch the lord’s possessions, and it was fortunate that she hadn’t tried to move the sword herself.
Though she thought it would be hard to sleep in such a situation, the silence and stillness eventually made her drowsy.
Ah, His Lordship’s scent from his shirt…
The soft, deep sandalwood scent from his shirt wrapped around her.
Although the touch had been an accident, the memory of his soft lips lingered. The firm, wide chest and warm body pressed against her were overwhelmingly masculine, making her blush.
‘Mary was right after all.’
As she leaned into the warmth and drifted into a comfortable sleep, Louise thought this.
***
“Haaaah…”
Richard was exhausted, having not slept a wink all night. From the moment their lips touched, or rather, even before that, his body had already reacted.
Even a male beast in heat wouldn’t be this bad. Whenever Louise moved in the narrow bed, his arousal only grew, making his lower body throb painfully. Worse still, she had restless sleeping habits.
He spent the night in discomfort, barely managing his arousal. At dawn, as soon as the servant, following Leonhart’s orders, opened the door, he went to the training grounds.
