But unexpectedly, the next moment, Orville's mouth suddenly very light and provocative words came out: "Before dawn, you went with this king to the imperial city, I think this moment also should be tired, why not sleep here with me."
Chad slightly stunned, thought he heard wrong, eyes a movement, fearfully looking at the duke face: "humble post just returned from the outside, running to and fro, the body is also dirty, would soil the Duke's bedding, so ..."
Orville, however, looked at her with a smile on his face, did not say anything, as if that sentence only to make fun of her.
Waiting for Chad to fix the mattress, she just intends to retreat, but the duke suddenly sits sideways on the edge of the bed, blocking her way.
"Lord Duke," Chad raised his hand in a panic, his scalp tingling from Orville's gaze, "what's wrong?"
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