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Matters Of The Throne

"Hold on..." The rustling of falling clothes magnifies under the silence of the night. Lying in the midst of torn corpses and bloody soil the couple entwines under the moon. Protected only by the clothes spread out beneath her the young woman shivers. Feeling the touch of his slippery tongue running across the curve of her back. "Wait." She murmurs... "I can't." The man answers as callused hands slip into the fabrics of her dress. It's not that, she tries but unable to express. "They're... watching..." The man laughs instead, "is this another way for you to reject me?" No. That's not it the young woman thought as she listens to the voices overhead. "Hey! Move over, I can't see!" "See?! What are you watching!? Roll to the side, she's my representative!" "Shut up! I can't hear the sounds!!" "Calm down everyone." Tears gather at the corner of her eyes as the young lady listen to the conversation above. Biting on her lips she really wanted to shout to the sky, "you shameless deities!! Stop watching!!!"

Xing_Yue · Fantasia
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143 Chs

Chapter 125: Lady Of The Mansion’s Death

Curious sights scanned the area of the chamber for any miniscule changes that could be detected right away.

The area of the whole room has changed, furniture inside the chamber is the same as before. But the sensing of the atmosphere is largely different from the solemn gloominess a few seconds prior.

If the room before the change was like the sinking of a rock into a lake, heavy and tense with a dullness that choke at each breath. The chamber now felt like the shine of summer sun, bright and gentle with a touch of warmth.

It could also be seen that the condition of each furniture in the chamber is in top shape without dust nor scratches. 

Almond eyes lowered to stare at the cabinet beside her where a clean spotless handkerchief sewn with a stalk of lavender is. Lying quietly without stains of rusty coloring in clear deduction of its cherishment from the owner.