May Every Wound Be Fatal - Chapter 8.2🔞
Her delicate body flinched as if it were the last time.
The legs that had been spread wide open against his hips slumped limply to the side, and from the small entrance to her passage, which had been stretched from taking him in all night, something thick and viscous trickled out.
Having ejaculated multiple times, it was inevitable that it would overflow. Yet, as if displeased with it, he moved his fingers, deliberately pushing the spilled fluid back inside her.
Then his hand lingered on her lower abdomen for a moment. It was a touch that almost felt like a caress, but Reyna, thinking it must be an illusion, simply lay there with her eyes closed as if dead.
Soon after, the King abruptly rose, loosely donned his robe, and left the Queen’s bedchamber.
Thud.
The sound of the door closing reached her ears, muffled as if filled with water, and Reyna knew that the sexual act which had seemed like it would never end was finally over.
His semen continued to flow out from between her legs. She wanted to get up immediately and wash her sticky body, but she lacked the strength to even move a finger, let alone open her eyes.
After the Queen was caught trying to leave Elmaril in a carriage and dragged back, the King began visiting the Queen’s bedchamber punctually on the union days set by the Royal Scholar.
Whenever he visited, the King did not let the Queen off easily, as he had today. Each time, he drove her body and mind to their absolute limit until she was completely exhausted and unable to move a single fingertip.
And he would ejaculate deep inside her, time and again.
Then the Royal Scholar would come to examine her body, and during that time, she would be trapped in her room again, unable to move.
As the conjugal visits continued, the outside world seemed excited, saying the King was finally paying attention to the Queen.
But Reyna only felt a sense of foreboding.
“How dreadful.”
Because the King hated the Queen.
She couldn’t know exactly what he was thinking, but she was certain it was no good omen.
Amid her fear, her utterly exhausted mind gradually succumbed to sleep. Her thoughts could continue no further.
Soon, Reyna fell deeply unconscious.
***
Reyna, who had been silently staring at the translucent reddish liquid, suddenly frowned and turned her head away.
“Not today. Take it away.”
Karla, who had been waiting for Reyna with a forced smile, immediately looked troubled.
“But Your Majesty, the Duke specifically insisted that you must take good care to drink this tea. He said it is a very precious medicine.”
After the King began visiting the Queen’s bedchamber, the Duke, who had avoided Reyna for some time, came to the Queen’s palace himself. He was fervent, insisting that this time she must bear a prince, and he brought her a great many things said to be good for conception.
Among them, this translucent reddish tea had been waiting for her every time she opened her eyes the morning after being with the King, ever since their first night.
It looked very sweet but was bitterly acrid, and beyond that, it left her feeling nauseous all day long.
Nevertheless, until now, Reyna had not refused the medicine.
“Once you bear a prince, everything will be better than it is now.”
Because, just as Karla said, she too had once believed that. She believed that if she had a child who resembled him, their relationship might improve somewhat.
But Reyna now accepted the truth.
The King’s hatred for the Queen was deeper than she had imagined.
Because he wished for her unhappiness, he had no intention of letting her leave in peace. It was clear he was keeping her here to watch her wither and die.
That was the conclusion Reyna had reached after days of contemplation.
Unaware of this, Karla continued innocently, doing her best.
“Please, just gather your strength a little more, Your Majesty. Alright?”
“…….”
Reyna did not want to disappoint the ladies-in-waiting, who were seeing hope after so long, so soon. She knew better than anyone how deeply they had suffered in their hearts, guilty only of having chosen the wrong mistress.
Above all, his anger kept weighing her down.
“You started this.”
Because she had started it all.
Instead of closing her mouth and stubbornly refusing, Reyna silently held out her hand.
Karla brightened and signaled to a maid.
Taking the golden cup from the maid’s hand, Reyna drank the translucent reddish tea without hesitation.
It still tasted as bitter as poison
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