Three years ago, in the autumn.
The Duke of Orville often lost sleep at night, wandering around the estate, or sometimes gathering his knights for sword fights in the torch-lit training ground, or sometimes making love to various ladies he had met at balls, only to drift off to sleep when he was very tired.
Orville was originally the eldest son of the previous emperor and was trained as a prospective emperor, so he was taught swordplay from an early age by Lionel, the best royal knight in the court, and coupled with his confidence in his own force, so sometimes even going out on his own missions, he had developed his physical skills to near perfection, which made him extremely capable during sex and able to change positions and movements to satisfy the woman. This, coupled with the fact that he seems to be naturally energetic that he could sometimes fuck several women in his territory at the same time in one night, to the point of orgasm.
Of these women, Orville was most satisfied with Janet.
She was the dancer he had bought at the population auction on his previous trip to the Imperial City, a woman who was not only gorgeous, with an incredible body, but also a master of dance and literature. Not only that, she was not as delicate as the other noble ladies, but in bed, she could be manipulated and galloped at Orville's whim, so Orville was so pleased with her that he even broke the rules and kept her in his bedroom as his personal maid.
And since taking up residence in the Duke's bedroom, Janet had begun to notice the handsome teenage knight who often escorted and guarded the Duke. The man had a youthful, boyish look on his face and even stood guard at the door while they made love, and whenever the Duke finished his business and allowed himself to be washed, Janet would put on a silk nightgown and walk past him with her pert breasts half exposed, but the man would not give her a second glance.
Gradually, this man became a thorn in Janet's side who had been in love and had made many men fall in love with her, and as she thought she had "conquered" the Crown Prince, how could she not conquer this little boy, she became even more arrogant, thinking that the fair-skinned, good-looking boy was just pretending to be reserved. So she decided that she had to have a taste of the boy.
So one night she proposed to the Duke of Orville, "My Lord, I wonder if you have ever tried the taste of boy."
At first Orville listened with interest, but when he heard Janet suggest a threesome with Chad outside the door, Orville suddenly turned pale and suddenly threw the woman he had just made love with him to the floor.
Orville viciously stomped his foot on Janet's breast and kept crushing it, "He's the most satisfying dogs I've ever raised. You're worthy to hit on him?"
Janet struggled with fear and begged for mercy and promised not to mention Chad again, however Orville, in a change from his usual cynicism, this time went over the top with his paranoia. The room echoed with pleas for mercy until Janet's breasts were red and swollen from the stomp and drips of blood spilled through the thin skin onto the floor before Orville finally let go of his foot.
Thinking she had escaped, and ran out of the Duke's room without seeing the Duke's red, bloodshot eyes and paranoid, horrible expression behind him.
Orville never favoured Janet again, and Janet's duty hours were suddenly changed so that she was only allowed to enter the room to clean it when the Duke left for the royal assembly, so she never saw the Duke again, nor, naturally, the Duke's knight in shining armour.
Janet had ordered the tongue of a maid who spoke wrongly in his presence to be cut out. This time, for whatever reason, she had indeed offended Orville, but he had not punished himself cruelly like that poor girl.
This must be because the Duke still had feelings for himself; after all, he had slept with him for months. So Janet did not choose to lie low and work with her tail between her legs. One day, she "deliberately" left her lingerie next to the Duke's pillow, his favourite lace undergarment that he had made love to her in, and she had sprayed some perfume on it.
One day, a week later, Orville suddenly asked Jane, a house maid who had never been trained in horsemanship, to lead his horse.
So Janet, trembling and trembling, takes the tall stallion, twice her height, and at first it goes well, but suddenly the horse goes mad and steps over her fragile ankles, turning her from a beautiful woman who could sing and dance to an invalid.
Of course she did not dare to blame the Duke for all this, she just dismissed it as an accident; but she hated Chad even more, for if it had not been for him, she would still be the most favoured maid of the Duke, and might even have been taken as his concubine, and Chad had ruined all her good dreams.
Janet had to go back to the auction house.
By chance, she is bought by a wealthy old merchant. The rich old businessman was into sexual abuse and Janet was a woman who was a slut by nature, so they hit it off immediately. He even married Janet and got her feet doctored by the best doctor in England.
But it was not long before the old tycoon died as a result of a "fortuitous" accident in which he "confused" weedkiller and sleeping tablets, and his only son "happened" to fall down a well, a week before he was found. So Janet was "rightfully" entitled to a large inheritance.
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Chad didn't know any of this, however, she only thought that Janet was handicapped by the accident.
The Janet in front of her was dressed in fancy clothes, the youthfulness of her face had faded and had become a beautiful woman of sorts. She moves briskly and
from Chad's point of view, it was almost impossible to tell that she had ever been handicapped in the foot. And she had added a touch of inexplicable charm to the young girl she had been three years ago.
Chad greeted Janet, but the gorgeous young widow suddenly covered mouth with a feather, looked her up and down, and then with a meaningful smile, she leaned in close to her ear and whispered a taunt: "You've been with the Duke of Orville for so long, but you're still a slave. If you were killed by someone else, you'd be lucky to be paid a few gold coins for your compensation. ""
Chad found this somewhat puzzling.
But she immediately suspected that this man had heard about someone ambushed her somedays ago, but Chad thought it strange that only the king and the duke should know about it.
Chad had been taunted inexplicably often since she was a child, so her heart was strong enough. Without looking at her, brushing sideways with Janet and stepping straight into the hall.
Seeing Chad still didn't even give herself a glance, just as she had three years ago.
Behind her, Janet hated him with a passion, staring at his back as if she wanted to eat him alive.
Unfortunately, Chad didn't even look back.
The incense was lit in the side room, and a few pots of winter jasmine were placed by the window, mixed with the subdued and light wood smell from the fireplace, which made people feel relaxed as soon as they entered the space.
Orville sat on the couch by the window, and when he saw her coming, he asked lazily, "Did you run into her?"
Chad nodded.
"The old Hymen family was the Lancaster family's candle supplier for generations, but unfortunately he and his son both died in an accident, and today the new supplier came to talk to me about follow-up cooperation," he said here he paused, and then crushed the candle samples contained in the delicate lacquerware next to his hand. "I didn't expect it to be an old friend, how nostalgic."
Chad didn't know much about her, except that it was logical that Janet, who was a slave like her, and hadn't been allowed to go to a proper school, and didn't even have a very pretty work history (she'd been kicked out of Orville because of a job error), had somehow turned into a manufacturer of old-fashioned candles.
Orville is always not to put those bed partners in the eyes, no matter what the other party did to make them unhappy, because in the face of a good skin, he generally do not bother to pursue.
But Janet, she stepped on her own line, had a perverse thought about his own dog, and even after she reminded her, she foolishly repeatedly failed to change her ways and even threw her dirty underwear on his pillow without her consent.
That day, after the royal rally, the knights accompanied Orville back to the bedroom and saw the filth unawares, and he didn't expect the cleaning maid to make such an oversight, making himself lose face in front of their own subordinates.
So that day, Orville decided to teach her a big lesson, so that she could never come near his estate again.
But what he didn't expect was that this person had climbed up to the bed of Hymen, and according to the information provided by his own secret guard, the death of the father and son of the candle merchant who specialized in supplying his mother's family had a lot to do with Janet.
Chad looked at Orville obscure face, a burst of confusion, the supplier is an acquaintance is not a good thing? he why the expression so hard.
Orville seems to have seen his doubts, he has been in a good mood recently, so he patiently explained with Chad: "Janet after leaving the manor, was the old candle factory director to see, then they got married. While recently there was an accident in his family, so she inherited her husband's company as a matter of course."
The Duke was willing to talk to her, she turned sideways and listened carefully, nodded after listening, as for how the old factory manager and his son died in a few months, Orville did not take the initiative to talk to her, she would never ask.
"It's getting late," Orville suddenly spoke again, "Come on, the Duke is taking you to meet someone."
A little more than half an hour later, Chad followed the Duke's horse all the way and finally stopped at a private house on the outskirts of the Lancaster family's domain, ten kilometers away.
Unlike the splendor of the castle in the territory, this house is surrounded by plants, the building masonry is also simple limestone and artificially carved from large stones, the entire estate is low-key, very elegant, the interior of the hall is wide and peaceful, whether the landscape, the planted grasses, none of the quiet and elegant.
This place is not new to Chad, it is not a place where a scholar or a hermit lives in the middle of the city, but the residence of a famous actress, who is also an old lover of Orville, she always likes to hold various parties in her house.
Orville liked the seclusion and elegance of the place, and often came here if he wanted to invite important guests for a chat.
The actress was arrogant, but she didn't dare disobey what Orville said, so she allowed Orville to use it as he pleased, but only with advance notice.
But in the past, Chad always waited outside the door and never entered.
Seeing her hesitate in front of the castle gate, Orville tapped her on the back with the folded horse whip: "Still not going in?"
"I'm walking ahead of Your Highness," Chad said with some embarrassment, slowly moving her hand, "it's really out of order."
Orville smiled lightly, and then took a step past her and went in first, Chad then dared to follow him, slowly step inside.
They was entertained by the servants into the inner court of the castle, along the interior of the elaborate corridor, and at the end of the walk to the parlor, where the two guests had arrived early, and when they saw Orville enter, they rose to welcome him.
"No need to be polite," Orville was guided into the room by the servant and smiled at the two men, "Sit down."
Even though he said so, no one really sat down at the table, they all got up to invite him, and only when they saw Orville sitting in the front seat, they dared to sit down again.
There was an empty seat beside Orville, which these people intended to give to the actress, but who knew that Orville turned his head to look at his side and asked the mute knight: "Why don't you sit down?"
Chad's head bowed: "I don't dare."
"We're all acquaintances here," Orville said, "no one cares about formalities."
He turned back around and asked the two men at the table with a smile, "What do you think, gentlemen?"