The Princess' Bedroom Doll

“Thanks to your support, there are only three months left until the national wedding.”

“Yes. The Duke of Winston has been very outspoken of late.”

“I understand that the marriage between the Princess and the royal lord of Hildes will go ahead immediately in the same week.”

“I heard that the friendship between Jamela Winston and the Princess is extraordinary. So there is a reason for the Winstons to prepare so diligently.”

When the nobles met, they talked about the national wedding. The story of Raha’s wedding was also a hot topic. The Winstons were preparing for Raha’s wedding like a bulldozer. Even though the princess’s wedding had already been prepared with all the budget, the Winstons poured out all the money lavishly as if he was marrying off his second daughter.

Raha had a dull look throughout, but the Duke of Winston did not give in.

“Why don’t you mind your daughter’s wedding instead?”

“Of course I care. But as a faithful vassal of Delharsa, I naturally have to care about the Princess’s wedding.”

“I have a feeling that you want to send me away immediately tomorrow.”

Duke Winston, caught off guard, coughed.

“That can’t be true. Princess, I even asked His Majesty to give you a fief in Delo.”

“What’s wrong with Hildes Kingdoms?”

“Hildes is nice, but there must be a place in Delo for the Princess. You would be happy if you came to visit, thinking of it as a vacation home from time to time.”

“I would be happy to come back to the Imperial Palace when I return, though I am sure I wouldn’t need the territory. It seems that you do not want me to return to the Imperial Palace.”

“How can that be? But Princess. My daughter likes to decorate, and when she becomes Empress, she will be busy taking care of the Imperial Palace. Though she is afraid to touch the Princess’s palace, thinking you might be upset.”

Raha chuckled.

“Tell her to do as she pleases. After the wedding, I don’t care if she destroys my palace.”

“Princess! Isn’t it His Majesty’s present? My daughter wouldn’t be so inconsiderate.”

Listening to the Duke of Winston’s words, Raha looked at her dress. The precious fabric that flowed down was so shiny that it was a shame to touch it.

‘So the wise men are coming back.’

For generations the wise men had thoroughly made decisions for the emperor. When the great emperor’s health failed, they did their best to find a cure. When he passed away, they stayed at their estate for three years with great sorrow.

From the time they worked closely with the founder of the Delo, who was the first to have the “eyes of the heir,” their love for each other was constant.

So they raised no objection to the word that the prior emperor would give the throne to Karzen instead of Raha, who had the eyes of the heir.

Nor did they take the side of Karzen.

‘They went to the desert as if to avoid a reply.’

When they returned, it was clear that this time they would certainly talk about who was the emperor’s personnel. Raha had no interest in knowing….but the  nobles would think differently. Karzen would think differently.

The wise men valued tradition, so they may support Raha, but she hoped not. It might end in blood. They might withdraw Shed’s proposal.

“Princess.”

“What is it, Duke?”

“How about one visit to Hildes before your wedding?”

“……?”

* * *

“Father, why would you want the Princess to visit Hildes kingdom?”

Jamela frowned and scolded.

“His Majesty would never allow it.”

“Jamela. You need to be confident. In three months you will be the Empress of Delo and I will be the Empress’s father. I am the father in law of the emperor. You think that opinion is a joke?”

“Father. If the Princess had not refused that request today, she would have told His Majesty…… Do you always have to make a joke like that before the wedding?”

“My daughter is such a coward.”

Duke Winston frowned.

“Try to be a little like the Princess. She will not bat an eyelid at any of my verbal attacks.”

“I’ll say this while we’re on the subject, but please don’t attack the Princess anymore. She’s going to Hildes anyway. Why did you say that it would be inconvenient for the Princess to visit the Imperial Palace if I were to become Empress?”

“Because you don’t know well. It is better for the Imperial Princess not to be at the Imperial Palace. All right. Let’s stop talking now. You are a very petulant person. Is it because you resemble your dead mother?”

The Duke of Winston clicked his tongue and quickly left the parlor. Jamela sighed and murmured.

‘I know it too.’

She knew that it would be better if the Princess wouldn’t stay at the Imperial Palace. The fact that she wouldn only be at peace when the Princess was out of Karzen’s sight.

The supreme emperor of Delo, who would soon become her husband, seemed to be…… As was her custom, Jamela looked into her own eyes reflected in the tea cup.

Soon, though, she drank the tea.

* * *

The Imperial Palace was peaceful while the Grand Council took place.

Karzen’s wedding, which had been slow in coming, was officially announced to proceed in the late spring, when the agenda raised by the Marquis of Duke was supplemented by the Duke of Esther.

“Hmph. ……”

Raha tried to pull both wrists out of Shed’s grasp, but the force made too much of a difference. She let out a groan at the heat surging into her mouth. The feeling of the bindings down to the root of her tongue was naked. Behind her back was the thick body of this man. Both wrists in his grasp were writhing, and Raha’s cheeks were getting redder and redder.

At first, she was held against Shed’s chest, looking at the papers. This was not something Jamela could do, even though she had to prepare the national wedding.

 Jamela was busy preparing for Raha’s wedding anyway. It was interesting that they were both preparing for each other’s weddings, but the number of royalty in the palace right now was too few to go.

Come to think of it, Jamela wasn’t even royalty yet.

So, when Raha came back to her palace, she had to stay up late reading documents. At first she sat in a chair alone and looked at the papers, and after a few hours or so she read them while being held in Shed’s arms. It wasn’t a problem until then…. 

When she came to her senses and looked at the clock, two hours had flown by. Raha, who had been completely engrossed in the paperwork, finally turned around. Shed was looking at her with a relaxed expression on his face. Even if she asked him if he was uncomfortable, she was sure he would say he was not.

Instead of giving Shed the clichéd consideration of going to bed first, Raha took his hands in hers and placed it on her chest.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t you like my body?”

“So you want me to touch you?”

“Don’t you like it?”

“How could I not like it?”

Shed slowly rubbed Raha’s round, soft breasts. At first it didn’t even hurt. The touch was distorted under the thin fabric wrapped around his hand. It reminded Shed of the day he first slept with her. That was the day the high-status princess treated him like a poor animal.

That did not mean that he had a particularly personal feeling about it. He felt that it was typical of the Princess, who barely accepted the deaths of so many slaves each week and learned how to sleep with it. 

Even then, when he returned to the Holy Land and thought long and hard about her all day.

Only now did she give her permission to touch her freely. It was the kind of heartlessness that she gave him jewelry and told him she was too busy working, without having time to see him.

Shed could tell that this was part of Raha’s character, even if it wasn’t healthy, and he chuckled. It was clear that he was not sane either, as he did not feel the least bit bad about being treated like a pet.

Raha’s face was blank as she got lost in the papers again. Shed’s hands plunged under Raha’s clothes. He went into the undergarments covering her breasts and clasped one hand full of plump flesh. When he touched the nipple roundly with his thumb, the skin that had been relaxed began to harden gradually. Finally, Raha’s shoulders slumped slightly.

Shed’s other hand did the same. The undergarments that had encased Raha’s breasts had already come undone and flowed down to her waist. It was impossible not to be aware of the fingers tormenting her as they gripped both breasts from behind.

A tendril of blue hair cascading along her cheek shone in the bedroom’s mild light. Raha was completely trapped in Shed’s embrace.

Shed slowly moved his hand down between Raha’s thighs.

He reached between her underwear and opened the tightly closed gap, searching for her clit and touching it lightly. Raha’s legs trembled. Shed’s touch was gentle unlike usual.

His fingers slid down to find Raha’s moist entrance and dug in.

A small moan escaped Raha’s mouth, who had not taken her eyes off the papers the whole time, but was clearly aware of Shed’s hand moving of its own accord.

Deep inside the moist entrance. Fingers slowly raked down the inner walls. And when he pushed three fingers in, Raha sobbed. The three fingers pushed deeper, widening the tight hole.

From Shed’s other hand Raha’s breasts contorted like flour dough into a mess. She tried to close her legs, but it didn’t work.

Insistent sounds filled the bedroom with each movement of his fingers. Perhaps it was because he did not caress her clit relentlessly, or maybe it was because he did not kiss her. The love juices did not flow as sloppily as in the bed, but even this was enough to satisfy Shed. Every time his wet fingertips occasionally touched her swollen clit, Raha’s legs trembled.