To You, Who Do Not Love Odette

“She’s a gift from His Majesty. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Odette, the woman who had to dance flawlessly whenever the mad emperor desired it.
Because the emperor wished it, she was married off to Galahad Griffin, the Empire’s Swordmaster.

A loveless marriage.
A relationship that existed solely to prove something.
Each day dragged by in numb helplessness—
and the only thing that allowed her to breathe was dance. Ballet.

A pitiful courtesan.
A slave in a gilded cage.

“Do you… still see me as just some gift from His Majesty?”
“You’re the most special thing I own.”

Then why—
Why is Galahad beginning to change?

***

A mocking voice. He pushed his underwear aside and moved his fingers. A squelching sound could be heard from underneath, soaking wet with love juice. And then, Galahad’s low voice dug into her ear.

“It’s not convincing at all when it’s this wet. Isn’t it? Odette.”

Odette stiffened at Galahad’s words. It was just as convincing as he said. He told her not to do it when her bottom was soaking wet like this. Odette couldn’t bear to look at him and turned her gaze away.

“You said you didn’t know how to do it by yourself? Then I’ll teach you now.”

Then he pushed the fingers that had been caressing her breasts just a moment ago into her vagina. It was already soaking wet, but perhaps because the inside was narrow. He made a face as he moved his fingers.
He moved his fingers as if he was trying to straighten out her wrinkles. A tickling pleasure came over her as if he was scratching with his fingertips.