Awakening from her faint, Anna found herself inside a room on a ship. Her breath raced as her eyes took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Dark thoughts crowded her mind, entertaining bizarre assumptions. Swiftly, she cast aside the blanket, rose from the bed, eager to uncover the truth."Even my clothes have been changed," she thought.Taking a deep breath, Anna strode out onto the ship's deck. "I am a Kingsley. No one can kill me," she reassured herself.Upon opening the door, the biting winter night air greeted her skin. "So the ship sails in winter? Nights like these?" she pondered.From a distance, she spotted the crew members engrossed in their respective duties. Familiar faces met her gaze. One of the crew members realized she had awakened from her stupor. Anna recognized the man; he was one of Erwin's loyal subordinates, even though she had forgotten his name. Erwin's subordinates would never harm her. Whatever Erwin loved, they loved as well."My lady," the man said, bowing resp
Before getting ready to change into her winter clothes and disembark to meet Jean, Anna found herself lost in contemplation within the ship's cabin. She pondered the events that had led to her present grim fate. Pushing aside the weight of desolation, her attention was drawn to a crimson box nestled in the corner. The box containing the purple gem. Upon opening it, Anna could see several luxurious gifts Erwin had bestowed upon her."Even after he's gone, he still tried to make me happy," Anna said, her voice choked with held-back tears and sorrow.She reached into the pile of clothes and jewelry, seeking out the purple gem that now took the form of a necklace. Once she found it, she stared into it deeply."I'm a slave. Yet he made me a queen in his heart. And he was actually my master, but I killed him. I'll end my life after this mission," Anna whispered.Anna pressed the purple gem against her lips with a reverent kiss. Then, she removed her dress, exposing herself fully amidst the
Jean Lyndhurst waved his hand as a signal to tell them to get out. At the signal from his master, a strange chill ran down her spine, making her feel chilled to the soul. She bit her lip in a subconscious attempt to hold back the tears that were about to fall. She thought, "My master has rejected me. And she could not live with that. Anna even thought it was time to kill herself.The servant quickly pulled her out of Jean's room. Just after closing the door to Jean's room from the outside, Anna looked at the closed door."My master resides behind that door," Anna whispered.Feeling the immense pain of Jean's rejection, tears flooded Anna's eyes, blurred her vision, and then ran down her cheeks. She wanted to scream out all the pain, but she was afraid it would disturb Jean."I am his toy, his slave; if he rejects me, then like all broken toys, I deserve to be thrown away. Anna told the servant."It's nothing; he hasn't even seen you yet. You're so beautiful; take it easy; he'll defini
That night, Anna is supposed to serve the master she loves so much, the broad-shouldered, slim-waisted Jean Lyndhurst, whose curly red hair is tied up in a neat braid and carried across his chest. However, fate had its way with them. That night, Anna lost her virginity to Eberfraid Lyndhurst, Jean's own brother who was 5 years older than him. Although that night, she was ironically "deflowered" by Eberfraid in Jean's bed.That night, before the Eberfraid touch her, Anna and Jean were about to do it. Anna invites Jean into bed. But first, she unbuttoned Jean's shirts one by one while looking at him with a very seductive gaze. Her brown eyes and his grey eyes meet. Jean's mouth opens slightly as his breathing gets heavier because this slow undressing scene is making him very horny. He wants to “eat” Anna right away.When Anna pulls down his trousers, Jean's hardened penis slaps Anna's face. However, Anna kisses the tip of the penis so Jean won't feel embarrassed. Jean gasped, It was the
Eberfraid unceremoniously dropped Anna, causing her to fall with her chin striking the soft pillow."She's just a little girl," Jean said, moving closer to Anna to ensure she was alright."Jean... She's not a little girl; she's a pleasure doll for you. But if you don't want to takes her innocence, let me do it," Eberfraid retorted.Jean's eyes widened in rage at Eberfraid's words. He marched over to his brother and grabbed his collar fiercely. "DON'T YOU DARE, YOU FUCKING DEMON."Unfazed by Jean's anger and seeming oblivious to any moral compass, Eberfraid simply smiled as if he were facing nothing more than an annoyed kitten. "Really? You? You think you will stop me, little brother? You are too weak,""You..." Jean released his grip on Eberfraid’s collar, realizing that his older brother is right, he is too weak.Eberfraid quickly straightened his shirt. "I will deflower her for you. Look at how devastated she is over your rejection."Jean knew arguing with his obstinate brother woul
Eberfraid, who was still lying naked on the bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at Jean's words. He got up from the bed, picked up his clothes from the floor, and put them back on, not caring that his little brother saw him naked."That's how it should be," said Eberfraid.Jean just stayed silent, hoping there would be no further madness scene he should witness. After getting fully dressed again, Eberfraid undid his red hair braid and let it hang loose."You better get out now," Jean said.That smug smile returned to Eberfraid's lips. He became rough again by pulling Anna out of bed and pushing Anna's body towards Jean as if Anna were just a sack of potatoes.Then Eberfraid left Jean's room.Anna was in Jean arms. Awkwardly, she looked at her master's eyes, whom she loved wholeheartedly, and Jean confidently but gently said :"You are not just a pleasure doll. Don't believe my brother.""Then what am I?" asked Anna."Your name is Anna, right?"Anna nodded."Well, Anna is
Jean raised Anna as a lady; however, her status could not be changed, and she remained a sex slave until Jean passed away or gifted her to another master. Even if Jean desired to wed or adopt Anna, the Lyndhurst house would prefer to perish themselves rather than accept a former sex slave such as Anna into their family. For Jean and Anna, everything was impossible. Jean did not want to give Anna false hope; that's why he never confessed his love to her in the first place. Therefore, Jean always maintained his deep love for Anna. And the love is slowly burning inside him, causing him pain. It's a love he must express one day, or he'll perish in the flames of passion.Four years later, Anna had blossomed into an 18-year-old beauty whose elegance grew with each passing day. Her lithe figure and grace were accentuated by crimson hair and honey-brown eyes; her smile alone could incite wars between clans.Eberfraid still occasionally takes Anna to bed to satisfy his lust, and Jean is aware
Jean and Anna kissed passionately, shedding their clothes as though they were on fire. The fervor of the moment was dizzying, the pace breathless, leaving Jean feeling as if he was being swept away in a whirlwind. Once undressed, Jean lay supine on the bed while Anna positioned herself over him."You are so ready, master," said Anna gripping Jean's hands."Do you want to be on top?" Jean asked in a voice barely above a whisper.With a sultry smile, Anna leaned over to nibble his ear before whispering back, "It would be my honour.""Begin," commanded Jean softly. With that word hanging in the air between them like an intimate secret shared for the first time, their bodies merged into one. It was their inaugural dance of passion and with it came the loss of Jean's innocence. While Anna seemed unruffled by the proceedings, waves of pleasure overwhelmed him; he knew he wouldn't last long."Master," cooed Anna softly as she noticed his tension mounting. "Relax."He nodded and repositioned
Through her tears, a radiant smile blooms on her pretty face."Oh my dearest master. My little heart could endure all the pain and sorrow I've been through. But, it couldn't endure the joy that comes from your truth. I am dying because of the joy."Her hand reaches out. Her fingers trembling slightly as it seeks his touch. Her fingers reach up to brush away a tear from his cheek."And forgive me, my lady... How i regret for hiding the truth from you. If only... If only I were bold enough to confess our love in front of my family. To leave my highborn life behind, to elope with you. None of this would happen. And i regret that from the bottom of my heart. Forgive me, my lady.Jean gazes at her, vision foggy from tears welling up. Her soul belongs to her, but her body has changed. Her face is still the same, yet in this life she is far more pretty. Her eyes changed from brown to purple. She is not his, not in this life. Another love, another life, and another purpose await her.She look
"You... Do you wish me to leave, master? Even before knowing what I want to tell you?"For Jean, the longer he looks at her, the less sure he is to keep her for Erwin. She had to leave soon before he changed his mind. Her beautiful, purple eyes might tempt him to kiss her."Leave me alone. Never show your face to me again. Never. Never." He said with a firm voice, almost like the tone he used when he gave a war speech.Anna's heart wrenched as she felt the "seriousness" in her master's voice. It's valid; he doesn't want to see her again. A choked sob escaped her lips, followed by a torrent of tears that streamed down her face. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as her tears welled up and spilled over. She fell on her knees, feeling déjà vu when her master sent her to the Kingsley Palace centuries ago."I will leave. But, take this with you. Press this crystal right against your heart. And you will see everything about us," she said as she put the crystal right in his doorway. "I wis
For centuries, Jean wandered the earth, his once clear purpose becoming a distant echo in his immortal existence. He walked through countless epochs, observed civilizations rise and fall, and saw the face of the world change in ways he could never have imagined. As the years turned into decades, and decades into centuries, the world around him became a blur. The faces, the names, the places - they all began to merge into one, an indistinguishable haze of experiences. The figure of Anna, the woman he had once loved so deeply, started to fade from his memory, her image distorted by the countless faces he had encountered. His mind, once sharp and focused, was now clouded with confusion. Memories of his past life seemed like fragments of a dream, disjointed and elusive. The love he had for Anna, the promise he had made to Thanaros, all were lost in his distorted mind. He lived among humans, but he was not one of them. He was an ageless being, trapped in a cycle of endless wandering and
Jean, feeling devastated, found himself burying Anna all by himself in the empty graveyard. The weight of sadness weighed heavily on his shoulders as he painfully dug into the ground, missing the presence of any helping hands. Eberfraid, his older brother, stood nearby with a stern look, making it clear that no one should offer assistance.After burying her, he solemnly said to Eberfraid that he would spend time by her grave."You can't fuck dead girl," Eberfraid uttered with disgust, spitting onto Anna's grave before departing, leaving Jean alone with her dead girl.Jean sat beside Anna's grave, the cold wind biting into his skin, seemingly mirroring the cold emptiness within him."My brown-eyed love," he began, his voice barely a whisper, "I did so many wrong things to you. I feel like this pain is enough to kill me so I can be reunited with you, my love. And God knows how I regret not confessing my love for you when I had the chance. I regret not fighting for our love, for letting
The dungeon was like a nightmare, where light ran away and sounds vanished. As Jean entered the suffocating darkness, a sense of dread gripped him. He followed Gregory, each step echoing on the cold ground.Finally, they arrived. The cell was an echo of despair, its iron bars a cruel barrier, separating its occupant from the world beyond.Jean, filled with determination, approached the iron door of the cell, the heavy metallic scent invading his senses. With a cold, heavy key that Gregory have him, he unlocked the door, the grating sound echoing through the silence. As he stepped inside, the gravity of the moment weighed heavily on his heart, he will soon reunite with the woman he loved with all his heart, Anna.And there, in the heart of this darkness, was Anna. She lay motionless on the cold stone floor, her once vibrant spirit extinguished. Her hair, once full of life, was now matted and lifeless. The clothes she wore were nothing more than tattered rags, a testament to her sufferi
"Where are you off to at this late hour, husband?" Lady Yessica, Jean's wife, exclaimed with a mix of curiosity and concern, squinting as she noticed Jean's surprisingly formal outfit. "Why did you get the carriage ready? Everyone in the castle is sound asleep."Jean paused, he carefully chose his words. "I... I need to visit my old friend, Lord Kingsley, Yessica," he finally replied."Or is it your old slave? Are you going to see her, Jean?" Yessica questioned sharply. Her gaze bore into Jean's, searching for any sign of deception.Jean feigned confusion as if he didn't understand Yessica at all. "Who... who are you referring to?""Anna. Don't think I haven't noticed," Yessica's voice trembled with hurt and accusation. "The way your eyes betray you when her name comes up? The way you've kept her picture all these years? I'm your wife, Jean, not a fool.""My lady..." Jean began, his voice tinged with guilt, struggling to find the right words to ease Yessica's pain.But Yessica cut him
Anna found herself alone once again. The icy restraints gripping her wrists offered some comfort in the gloomy dungeon. With a chilling finality, the stone door closed, plunging her into an endless darkness and loneliness. Deprived of even the most basic needs, food and water, the empty feeling in her stomach mirrored the void in her heart."My dear Master, even though my memory of you is lost, I still feel a deep love for you in my heart. I wonder, do you feel the same way about me? I often find myself yearning for your presence, longing to know what you are doing at this very moment. Please tell me, where are you? and I miss you more than words can express.In the deep dungeon abyss, Anna's life faded. Every breath became a battle, a desperate plea for life. Her once healthy body, is now fragile, tormented by starvation and dehydration. The cold touch of death drew nearer, tempting her to surrender. Yet, on the edge of oblivion, Anna held onto her love for Jean."I wanted to have m
In the suffocating depths of the dungeon, Anna's soul burned with an unquenchable fire. Tied to the icy stone wall, she endured agonizing captivity. Hungry and thirsty, all she could think about was Jean. His beautiful emerald eyes brought her comfort in the midst of despair. Even in the worst situations, Anna held onto the memory of Jean as her lifeline in the storm of loneliness.Days became a blur for Anna, each moment echoing in the empty dungeon.Suddenly, the loud clatter of keys on iron grated on her ears, pulling her out of her deep despair. Gilbert walked into the cell, his silhouette highlighted by the flickering torchlight, his expression determined. The sight of him gave Anna chills, yet a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes."Hey Anna," he started, his mighty voice echoing through the chilling, sending shivers down her spine. "I've come to find you," he continued, his footsteps echoing ominously against the cold, hard floor. "Hey, have you finally realized the consequen
Who is Jean Lyndhurst? His letter gives the sounds like we were once very close and he cares deeply about me."Consumed by overwhelming confusion, Anna desperately struggled to recollect memories of Jean. With closed eyes, her mind aimlessly wandered through her past, desperately grasping for any trace of Jean's presence, yet it yielded nothing. A wave of sickness washed over her, her heart heavy with a melancholic ache, and she yielded to unconsciousness.****Anna slowly opened her eyes, the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. As she turned her head, she saw Gilbert sit peacefully beside her in the bed, waiting for her to wake up. Concern etched on his face, he reached out to her and gently asked,"My darling, are you alright?""Jean, my lord," she replied in a hushed voice. "Who is he?"Anna, still feeling a sense of unease, handed Gilbert the crumpled letter she had found earlier. As Gilbert scanned its contents, his brow furrowed."So you read this letter?" he questi