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Violet, the youngest Imperial Princess of the Scotia Empire, found herself in a dilemma.
She is in a position where she must send her unrequited love, Dein, who has returned as a war hero, to her elder sister, the First Princess.
However, on the night of the celebratory banquet for his return, Dein appeared in Violet’s bedroom.
“There is nowhere in this Scotia that I cannot go. Even without anyone’s permission.”
When Violet tried to step back, he was quicker.
Through her thin nightgown, she could feel his firm body pressing against her.
The weight of his body became even more apparent as he leaned against her thighs.
“Did you know it’s always been like this? Every time I see you, every time I think of you. Always.”
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“While other bastards sought out women, I stayed alone imagining you. Imagining touching and kissing you like this, stripped bare.”
Dein swallowed his ragged breaths as his languid gaze swept over Violet.
Her violet eyes shimmered with tears, her lips swollen and trembling with heated sighs.
It was different from his imagination.
The sight before him was far more beautiful and enchanting than anything he had imagined.
“Now, it’s reality though.”
