Chapitre 33: On My Property

"Don't just stand there, my lovely wife, you—" Killorn paused. He was blown away by her beauty. He had randomly ordered whichever gown for her, choosing the most expensive thing he could get his hands on. But seeing her in one of his personally-picked dresses, the rug was yanked from his feet.

Killorn was too busy admiring her startling beauty in the green material that matched the forest. He didn't even process that her skin was paling by the second, or that she was scrunching the front of her attire in anxiety.

"You didn't have to put on a dress, she wouldn't have minded," Killorn murmured, whilst reaching for her. 

Ophelia weakly let him pull her in his direction, in the fear of losing his favor. She couldn't imagine how horrid her appearance was in comparison to this lively Maribelle. She opened her mouth to speak, but he was suddenly turning her around, his fingers quick to undress her.