Évelyne, La Lune Rouge - Chapitre 12

Chapitre 12

“I’ll take my clothes off first.”

Il pourrait s'agir d'améliorations telles que l'éveil de nouveaux arcanes et l'acquisition de nouvelles capacités, Evelyn took her clothes off. It wasn’t Jenny’s first time seeing her body anyways.

However whenever she bathed her, she couldn’t stop herself from admiring the woman.

The smooth, glossy skin which resembled that of a marble, and curves that formed a graceful stance which looked beautiful.

"Qu'est-ce que tu attends?"

“We-well, Je ne peux pas!"

“You’re so stubborn and I like that. But Jenny…”

Evelyn stared at Jenny with a menacing gaze. She slowly approached her and held her hand.

“I can either kill or save you. I can accuse you of stealing my accessories right now. You know what happens to the maids who steal, droite?"

Jenny felt afraid and swallowed the lump on her throat.

It happened half a month ago when a maid stole Rasmania’s ring. She got beaten and before she was dismissed her wrist was amputated.

“For the past year, you’ve been irreverent towards me. I can understand that especially when you just suddenly gained a master who came out of nowhere.”

"Oh, Pour le moment. Ce n'est pas comme ça."

"C'est bon, there is no need for excuses. The important thing is from now onwards.”

Evelyn’s eyes became more intense.

“We want a secret between us to strengthen our bond.”

“I… don’t understand what you’re talking about, ma dame."

“Let’s take a bath together. Beer bath is something that not everyone can have.”

"JE- JE…"

“You’ve been washing me this whole time, so I’ll be washing you this time. Take off your clothes.”

Her voice was soft. néanmoins, Evelyn’s expression and gaze showed an irresistible sternness.

Jenny couldn’t hold on any longer.

She understood that Evelyn should never be ignored or treated irreverently.

Jenny unwillingly took off the layer of clothes.

“Let’s get into the bath together.”

Evelyn pulled Jenny’s hesitant hand.

When the two got into the bath together, beer overflowed from the tub.

Evelyn grinned as she poured beer on Jenny’s shoulder with her hands.

Jenny’s eyes widened but she still plastered a hesitant smile.

"Jenny, you have done something great now. You managed to get into my beer bath. What will happen if the others knew about this?"

"Oh, oh, my… lady…”

Jenny’s expression hardened with fear, thinking she made a mistake and might be punished for it.

"Ne t'inquiète pas. I’m going to keep it as a secret.”

“F-forgive me! I was being rude…”

“I’ll overlook all the rudeness you have committed in the past. Comme j'ai dit, what is important is from now onwards.”

"Allez-vous, Pour le moment?"

“I don’t go back on my words.”

“Thank you… for your mercy.”

Jenny’s eyes were wide opened and her chin was trembling. She was about to cry.

"À partir de maintenant, I’ll be serving you with all my heart, ma dame."

"Vous êtes sage, Jenny. You are a great helper!"

Evelyn concealed her grin. Désormais, she was going to make use of Jenny.

***

“Her Majesty has arrived.”

Emarson, Head Butler, called outside the door of the study.

Théodore, who just opened the book in which he hasn’t even read, quickly got up from his chair.

"Mère…"

The night was getting deeper. néanmoins, even with a tired body, Queen Isabella still came to his palace.

« Est-ce que tu lisais un livre?"

“You must be tired yet you’re not resting. Quel est le problème?"

"Je vais bien. You were the one who stayed on your seat until the end of the banquet.”

Isabella sat on a chair. Her thoughts were showing on her face.

"Théodore."

"Oui, mère. Poursuivre."

“You’ve left the Crown Princess position vacant for too long.”

“I don’t want to get married yet.”

“I know how you feel since the former Crown Princess in question died.”

"Merci pour votre compréhension."

Isabella let out a short sigh.

“I can’t stand Rasmania’s arrogance and tyranny. À part ça, His Majesty is slowly losing his power as the time goes by.”

“I’m concerned about that too.”

“How dare she bring all those Blackbird knights to a royal banquet and protest?"

"Je m'excuse. It’s because I’m not suitable to be a royal prince.”

"Non, Ce n'est pas de ta faute, Théodore.

Isabelle, who sighed again, a continué.

“Since His Majesty ascended to the throne at the age of 15, he had always depended on Grand Duke Travitt. That’s why he started losing his power when Rasmania inherited everything that the Grand Duke had.”

“I’m going to get rid of her. je dois le faire!"

“You will need power.”

"Je sais."

Isabella lowered her voice and spoke with a stealthy expression.

“Shouldn’t you choose a marriage partner already? How about Marquis Jervas Sigmund’s daughter?"

"Mère…"

Theodore’s face hardened from what his mother said.

“Marquis Sigmund is not very powerful but Vestina’s family has a considerable amount of power with their vast estate and the largest gold mine at Dresten that they own. Sans parler de, she also doesn’t like Rasmania.”

Desperation showed on Isabella’s face.

« Théodore, mon fils, you must inherit the throne and become a powerful monarch.”

“I will not go against my mother’s will.”

“If things go this way, we might end up handing over the country to that wicked woman, Rasmania.”

“That will never happen!"

Theodore’s jaw, which was firmly shut, slowly loosened.

“I’ll send a notice to House Sigmund soon.”

"Mère, please wait.”

“There’s not much choice.”

“It is a matter which should be carefully considered.”

Isabelle, who kept silent for a while, nodded to Theodore’s heavy words.

“…I don’t want you to wait long.”

The Queen went back to her palace still filled with anxiety.Theodore had a stiff expression as he approached the window.

The night’s cold wind rushed in as he opened the window.

His eyes that stared at the darkness of the night were indifferent.

***

Evelyn couldn’t fall asleep as she lay on the bed.

‘The Marquis’ son is no match for you.’

Rasmania’s words were still vivid on her mind.

She mentioned a seat that was higher than that of the aristocracy.

But… where was that seat?

What was the best position she could climb with an only foster daughter tag?

No way… that seat?

Theodore’s image suddenly came to mind. Ses lèvres, breath, and glaring eyes, which were so close to her as they stood under the tree tonight.

Her thoughts were all scattered and mixed up.

Tossing and turning, Evelyn finally decided to get up from her bed.

She put on her coat and shoes. She wasn’t going to leave the estate, she just wanted to take a stroll but she also didn’t want anyone to see her.

She ignored the cold wind and approached the window.

Evelyn grabbed the hem of her clothes and jumped out of the window. There was a slight sound when her feet touched the ground, but her movements were quick like that of a cat.

***

Rasmania, who was dressed in red pajamas that were showing off her light skin, was lying on the bed.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her lips were moist. The loose blond hair was abundant with thick waves.

The flame from the silver candlesticks flaunted a shadow of the man’s firm and voluminous chest that was slightly exposed through the robe.

"Mon Seigneur…"

A man with a sturdy build and a face that looked like it was sculpted was kneeling in front of the bed.

“Ricardus…”

“I am honored to be of service to you tonight.”

Blackbird Knight’s Commander Ricardus kissed Rasmania’s foot as a sign of respect.

Rasmania wiggled her toes from the tickling sensation.

"Qu'est-ce que tu dis? It’s nothing new.”

“I devote myself and would willingly sacrifice my life for the beautiful and noble Princess!"

A smile of satisfaction spread on Rasmania’s face as he expressed his respect and love for her.

“Oh Ricardus, you are more attentive and honest tonight. To the point where my heart flutters from every word you say!"

“You are flattering me too much.”

"Suffisant, get up and come closer.”

"Oui!"

Ricardus kissed the back of her hand.

Rasmania raised her upper body. The wind caused her pajamas revealing part to widen. Ricardus’ eyes focused on her revealed skin.

His eyes trembled as he lost his control little by little.

"Quelquefois, I remember my first night with you.”

“It was a beautiful night.”

“It was ten years ago when I first met you, droite?"

“You bought me from a slave market.”

"À ce moment-là, you were young and strong.”

Ses cheveux étaient ébouriffés, wore ragged clothes and was barefooted. pourtant, les 18 year old body of Ricardus and his beautiful face caught every ladies attention.

A fierce competition took place among the noble ladies, who were wearing colorful dresses, ornaments and a veil that covered their faces. As if they were showing off the wealth and power that they possess.

The auction price of Ricardus, which began with a single silver coin, gradually increased.

‘Two silver coins!'

The fat lady shouted impatiently .

‘Three silver coins!'

When the exceptionally short lady raised her hand.

‘One gold coin!'

Rasmania said calmly and with dignity. À ce moment là, not only the ladies became quiet but also the people who were gathered there. A gold coin being a mere slave’s price; it was an unprecedented bid.

“The moment I saw you, I knew you worth a lot more than a gold coin.”

“I am at this position, thanks to the great grace that Princess showed me.”

“When I was attacked by a group of gunmen in the Armand Forest, I wanted you to show up and save me.”

"Je m'excuse! I couldn’t protect you at that time.”

"Ce n'est pas de ta faute. I was the one who sent you to the border.”

Rasmania caressed Ricardus’ jaw with her long and delicate fingers.