Chapter 41: It’s Fantasy Time
The road to Orchid Castle passed through several bustling streets. Even at night, the Royal City was illuminated by colorful magic lamps.
Pedestrians thronged the streets, their chatter creating an illusion of peace and prosperity.
Kailun sat across from Vivian, staring blankly out the window, his expression uncharacteristically calm.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Vivian studied his features.
He had inherited his parents’ good looks, his features elegant and refined, like a born noble. Every angle exuded an air of aristocracy.
However, his deep-set eyes hinted at a weariness that belied his youthful appearance. Each blink revealed a hidden exhaustion.
The more time she spent with him, the less she understood him.
She had expected him to make a move on her in the carriage, but he had remained silent, his gaze fixed on the world outside.
‘He’s a strange man,’ she thought to herself, her gaze also drifting towards the window.
The quiet interior of the carriage was a stark contrast to the bustling streets outside.
“Rumble!”
The carriage suddenly lurched to a halt, throwing Vivian into Kailun’s arms.
“S-Sorry.”
She tried to scramble out of his embrace, but he held her tight.
“Now that you’re in my arms, I have to collect some interest.”
He lifted her onto his lap and then addressed the coachman coldly. “What happened? Why did we stop?”
“Young Master, the convoy ahead suddenly stopped, blocking our path. We had to stop to avoid a collision.”
One of the attendants riding alongside the carriage answered. This was usually Roden’s position, but he had other duties tonight.
Kailun frowned. “Do you know whose convoy it is?”
“It belongs to the son of Viscount Vickroy. He seems to be attending His Highness’s banquet as well.”
“Vickroy? Hmm, the name rings a bell.”
Kailun pondered for a moment. “I don’t like that name. Have their carriage dismantled and break everyone’s arms.”
“As you command!”
The attendant accepted the order without hesitation. As his personal guards, they would obey any command, even if it meant assassinating the king.
“Isn’t that a bit excessive? We’re in public! Doing something like this will make everyone in the Royal City aware of your brutality.” Vivian couldn’t understand his motive.
“Just teaching an annoying fly a lesson. What’s wrong with being a bit domineering?”
Vivian fell silent, realizing that reasoning with him was futile.
“By the way, did you anticipate my intentions and wear safety shorts?”
Kailun’s hand, exploring her thigh, suddenly paused. Honestly, safety shorts were the worst invention ever.
“Hmph!”
Vivian turned away, ignoring him. If not for the traumatic experience from their last encounter, she wouldn’t have bothered with such a cumbersome garment.
She wore a red off-shoulder dress with a flowing train that pooled around her ankles. The front of the skirt reached just above her knees, revealing a sliver of her smooth legs.
It was a shame this outfit didn’t pair well with stockings. It would have enhanced his enjoyment.
Despite her petite frame, the dress accentuated her charm, creating a unique allure.
He inhaled the sweet scent of her hair, a fragrance unique to Vivian.
Perhaps it was due to his past “interactions” with her feet, but he instinctively removed her shoes and began playing with one of her delicate feet.
If the lighting were better, he could see the intricate network of veins beneath her porcelain skin. Under the morning sun, they resembled delicate patterns.
Her skin was so fair that it practically glowed in the sunlight. He had witnessed this countless times.
“Hmm~ Stop it, that tickles~”
Vivian’s body went limp as he caressed her foot, as if he had found her weakness.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew her body better than she did.
It had been the same last time. He always seemed to find her sensitive spots, even the ones she wasn’t aware of.
“Call me Daddy, or I’ll keep teasing you until we reach our destination.”
He raised an eyebrow and gently traced a pattern on the sole of her foot.
“Ahh~”
A moan escaped her lips. Why was her entire body trembling?
She clung to his neck, her eyes glazed over with a newfound desire. She would never forget this moment, this feeling.
Her soft moans were drowned out by the screams coming from outside.
…
Half an hour later, they finally reached their destination.
Kailun helped Vivian, who could barely stand, out of the carriage. Her useless safety shorts lay discarded on the seat.
He chuckled, amused by her flushed face and dazed expression. He had only played with her foot. What would happen when he replicated his past actions? Would she truly break?
“Lord Kailun, Princess Vivian, please follow me. His Highness awaits you in the main hall.”
An elderly attendant approached them as they disembarked.
“Lead the way,” Kailun said, holding Vivian’s hand.
It was already past eight o’clock. They were the only guests on their way to the hall. Or rather, Kailun was the only invited guest.
He noticed several scantily clad women along the way, striking seductive poses and batting their eyelashes, hoping to be chosen by a guest.
Three minutes later, they reached the opulent banquet hall.
“Paul?”
He scanned the room and spotted not only the Second Prince standing on a raised platform but also Paul, dressed in heavy makeup and a flamboyant outfit.
He was carrying trays of fruit and glasses of wine, fulfilling his role as an attendant. However, unlike the others, he wore a golden name tag with the number “38” on it.
Paul, sensing his gaze, turned to face him.
A flicker of hatred flashed in his eyes.
‘That damn Kailun! How dare he show up here! I’ll spill wine on his clothes and make a fool of him!’
He seethed inwardly, consumed by anger and worry for his sister.
“Slap!”
“Hey, boy, bring me a glass of wine. And feed it to me yourself.”
A fat noble grabbed Paul’s backside and squeezed.