The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 27
Grace left the room without daring to ask what exactly was being done so much.
Floria stood by the window in the drawing room, looking out.
It had been a week since she arrived in the Duchy of Sieff.
It hadn’t been long, but she had grown accustomed to the place more quickly than she expected.
The northern region where wolves and bears lived—the Duchy of Sieff.
Back in her homeland, she had heard that the Duchy of Sieff wasn’t even civilized, and that people there survived by picking tasteless wild fruits.
But the place she saw with her own eyes was more developed than she had imagined.
Floria looked out at the neatly maintained garden.
In the garden of Altomole, where she was born and raised, there bloomed a dazzling array of vividly colored flowers.
But perhaps due to the cold climate, there were more evergreen conifers than flowers here.
It wasn’t glamorous, but it was tidy.
As she gazed at the deep green, her once restless heart grew calm.
On the first day of the wedding, she had been subjected to a body search, and the consummation had been frightening as well, but staying here had its advantages.
“Most of all, the food is delicious.”
In Altomole, she could hardly eat properly during mealtimes.
During family meals, her mother would cast a cold gaze at her.
“To see her eat like that, as if she alone intends to survive… it’s frightening, really, her will to live.
I suppose she no longer even thinks about her poor, dead sister.”
Even before she could pick up her fork, her mother would always look at her from across the table with a scornful expression.
If she ate even slightly more than usual, the corners of her mother’s eyes would sharply lift.
But here, no one said anything no matter how much she ate.
In fact, they constantly urged her to eat more out of concern for the emaciated Grand Duchess.
“Does it suit your taste? If you liked that pastry, there’s a freshly made cake quite similar to it.”
Somehow, delicacies from land and sea always appeared on the table.
Perhaps because of the different climate, there were many dishes she had never tried before, but embarrassingly, she always found them to her taste.
So much so that color had returned to Floria’s once pale face.
Knock knock.
Snapping out of her idle thoughts about food and other useless things, Floria straightened her back at the sound of a knock.
“Come in.”
The door opened and the head lady-in-waiting entered.
At her appearance, the corners of Floria’s lips, which had been slightly lifted, stiffened.
“Grace.”
“Your Grace. Are you feeling well?”
“What is it?”
“His Grace the Grand Duke has sent you a gift.”
A gift? What kind of gift?
At the mention of a gift from the Grand Duke, Floria’s face turned red.
She had grown used to life in the Duchy of Sieff, but she still hadn’t gotten used to Aydan.
He was said to be away often, traveling around the territory, and spent long hours away from the castle.
But since the wedding, for the past week, he had come to the bedchamber every night.
Just thinking about the nights she spent with him made her feel ticklish.
It no longer hurt, but instead… Instead, it felt strange.
Just thinking of his face made her feel as though she were floating.
“Your Grace, are you alright?”
Grace asked with concern, perhaps finding it odd that Floria had fallen silent, blushing at the mention of the Grand Duke and lost in thought.
As someone of the Grand Duchess’s position, she should know how to hide her expressions, but everything was still unfamiliar to Floria.
“Ah, I’m fine. It’s nothing.”
Afraid Grace might somehow catch wind of the vivid nighttime scenes playing in her head, Floria quickly changed the subject.
“By the way, I wonder why His Grace sent a gift?”
“He was concerned that Your Grace might not be feeling well, so he sent medicine.”
In Grace’s hands was a silver tray.
On it sat a teacup filled with a red liquid and a white dish with round candies.
“What is this?”
“It’s juice made from the berries of a plant found in the northern mountains.
It has long been considered beneficial for women’s health, and is treasured in Sieff.”
“Thank you.”
Lately, she really hasn’t been feeling well.
Nearly every night, just as it grew late, Floria would lose consciousness.
As written in the books, once they engaged in relations, the pain had gradually lessened.
But Aydan’s desire was far too overwhelming for her to keep up with.
Each time a wave of pleasure swept over her, she could do nothing but collapse.
