Harsh Mistress

Andar was lying shirtless, tied and prostrate on the floor of his fiancée's bedroom. A peerless beauty with an impeccable heart-shaped face and silky blond hair cascading down her shoulders glared coldly at her foolish fiancé with her azure blue eyes. She was currently in the punishment process. Her foot pressed his head into the cold stone floor while her left hand carried a coiled whip. Her heavenly bust rose as she sighed in disappointment at the news of the failure that Andar had brought her.

Linde Grafton was the eldest daughter of Lord Gerold Grafton. She was sixteen this year and known as one of the prettiest ladies in the Vale.

However, appearances were often deceiving; In terms of personality, Linde was secretly a sadistic bitch known among a select few as a young girl who broke her toys easily. Yes, her toys, that's how she referred to her suitors, many of whom came and went over the years as they couldn't stand the physical and mental abuse she delighted in inflicting on them. Andar was just the newcomer, and although her father had supported her proposal, she didn't personally recognize her.

An intense gaze fixed the young man prostrate before her as she raised the whip and swung at his back; a large cut appeared when she came in contact with her flesh. Andar tried desperately not to let a painful cry escape her lips; however, he couldn't resist screaming in agony after two more lashes. Which only infuriated the dominatrix even more, who pressed her head further into the cold stone floor with the heel of her foot.

If Andar looked up, he would be able to clearly see the beautiful girl's embroidered white silk panties under her sinful nightgown, which was purposely designed to showcase the girl's immaculate curves. However, that would only provoke his fiancée further if he did, something he would do his best to avoid.

After taking her frustration out on the young man's body, she sighed heavily and lowered her whip before lifting Andar's face to meet her own vicious gaze. Tears streamed from his eyes as she berated him for his weakness.

"It seems that frailty runs in your family; how pathetic..."

The girl got up from the bed and kicked Andar back to the floor as she sat on her back, using him as a stool for her to rest on.

"You are useless; do you know that?"

After hearing about Andar's attempt on her younger brother's life, which failed spectacularly, she was in a particularly nasty mood. Exactly how hard was it to poison a sick and frail man to death? Somehow, not only did the Walking attempt fail, but it also inspired Artys to get organized and started the process of getting healthy. By this time, the young lord had overcome his childhood illness, thus jeopardizing her and her father's plans.

Andar struggled to bear the weight of his bride, who was sitting on his back. However, he succeeded as she continued to scold him. Although at the moment, she was talking to herself more than anything else.

"If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself..."

The heavenly beauty saw her toy looking at her and looked at him in disgust. She grabbed the handle of her whip and thrust it into the young man's mouth, forcing his head away with a violent thrust.

"Don't put your dirty eyes on me, spendthrift! You didn't deserve that right!"

Andar looked away as he forced himself to ask the question in his mind.

"Sorry ma'am, I was just curious about what you said. What is your plan exactly?"

A wicked smile appeared on the sinister beauty's pristine face as she stared at his favorite toy, sending shivers down her spine.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to go back to your house and seduce your brother; then, after he's on his knees begging, I'm going to end his life. Clearly, you can't be trusted to do this simple task yourself."

Andar felt conflicted after hearing these words; was his fiancee going to seduce his brother? Even after enduring all this abuse, He still couldn't sleep with her! The lecherous young man was extremely jealous of his younger brother at the current moment, but as he thought about the pain he was currently facing, his mind shifted to joy. If she was like that to her fiancé, how cruel would she be to Artys when she finally brought him to his knees?

Without waiting for the groom's approval, Linde shouted authoritatively.

"Oliver!"

Immediately the door to the room opened, and a young knight dressed in full armor with a sword slung at his waist entered the room and knelt before the young woman, evidently he was well used to the sight before him, as not a hint of surprise could be seen in your expression.

"Yes, my lady?"

Linde was sitting on Andar's back with her arms crossed and an indifferent expression. She didn't care for someone as low as a knight. As the privileged daughter of a High Lord, she even considered the petty lords to be nothing more than lofty rubbish, let alone a common knight.

"Pack my things; I'm going to Runestone."

Oliver would never disobey an order from the girl. He didn't want to end up in the current position of Andar. As such, he obeyed her orders, despite it being an unbecoming menial task for a knight. He was well aware that a servant was a servant in the tough lady's eyes, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Your will is my command!"

Afterwards, the knight quickly left the room and went to administer the task that had been proposed to him. It would be a matter of hours before she set out on the road to Runestone with an entourage of knights to protect her and her current youth toy in tow.