The Third Prince Of Darkness

"Roxanne, are you crying?" I whispered into her ears.

When her body flinched and she brought her hands to her face, I realized she was really crying. Reacting immediately, I took my hands off her hips and held her arms with my hands to lift her off my lap. I tried to push Roxanne away while pulling my body back.

When Roxanne realized I was pushing her away, I don't understood exactly what her reaction was, but I quickly stood up while gently pushing her onto the bed.

I looked at her with a confused expression and immediately checked the windows. When I saw no one was there, I started searching the room. I didn't understand why Roxanne suddenly started crying and seemed uncomfortable being close to me, but I searched the room thoroughly, thinking she might betray me.

During this time, I noticed Roxanne's bewildered gaze on me and that she was wiping her tears. Suppressing my emotions, I quickly approached her. When she realized I was approaching, she looked at me with eyes wide open in excitement, but when I gripped her shoulder, her body flinched.

"Why were you crying? Did I do something you didn't want?" I asked, trying to hide the anger in my voice.

"What? N-no, no!" Roxanne said, waving her hands.

"Then why were you crying? Was someone watching us?"

Roxanne looked at me with completely open eyes and a surprised expression. "No such thing! No one was watching us."

"Then I'll ask one last time. Why were you crying?"

Roxanne wiped her tears again and took a deep breath in response to my question. She looked down and began to speak slowly.

"I'm sorry for overreacting," she said with a trembling voice. "But my feelings for you... I can't control them, Ethan. I love you... I love you so much that I spend my time thinking about you every moment. And now, when you touched me so tenderly and kindly, I couldn't stop my tears.

I couldn't help but cry tears of joy because the thing I've dreamed of every day finally happened," she said, her eyes moving quickly and observing my reaction.

A momentary shock surged through my body at her words, followed by a feeling of guilt. I knew her feelings for me were too strong, maybe even psychotically strong, but I had momentarily forgotten this reality during the recent situation.

I approached her and reached out my hands to wipe her tears. She trembled at my touch but didn't refuse. As I wiped Roxanne's tears with my hands, I began to speak to her in a calm voice. "I'm sorry. So, you weren't uncomfortable because of my touch?" I said, trying to change the subject.

In the end, I don't even know why I thought she would betray me. I realized I shouldn't torment a girl who is so madly in love with me.

"N-no, never! ...I mean, I would never be uncomfortable with you," she said, unable to hide her excitement.

"So, no matter what I do to you, you won't refuse?" I asked as I moved closer to her.

She shook her head, causing her black hair to ripple. "No, I would never refuse," she said.

As I moved my face closer to her, a glint of expectation sparkled in her eyes. Her eyes widened as I quickly pressed my lips to her full, soft pink lips. It was a short, gentle kiss, but it was enough to make her body tremble. While Roxanne looked at me in a trance, I broke the kiss and stepped away from her.

"Consider this kiss as an apology. I have to go now, but I'm already looking forward to the next reward day," I said, moving away from the bed and heading towards the door. Before leaving the room, I looked back at Roxanne and saw her still staring straight ahead in a trance. With a smirk, I walked out. After all, what man wouldn't be happy to be chosen so obsessively by such a beautiful woman?

As I closed the door behind me, I slowly brought my ear close to the door. When I heard a muffled scream from inside after a few seconds, my smile widened as I walked away. I can't deny that I've been very happy for the past few years. Especially with so many beautiful girls around me.

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(Avanne's POV) - a few days later.

As I lay quietly on my bed, I pulled up the blanket and looked out the window. Sighing, I realized the sun had already risen. Recently, I had been feeling more tired than ever and behaving unusually lazy. Still, remembering that I had things to do, I got out of bed and ran to the bathroom with a sudden wave of nausea.

"Ogghk."

When I reached the bathroom, I released what was in my mouth and vomited. As I stood there for a few minutes, I wondered why this was happening. I tried to remember what I had eaten yesterday and recalled having fish for dinner. With a sigh, I stood up, and at that moment, my eyes widened at a new possibility. After all, my period was late, and all the symptoms made sense if I were...pregnant!

But I stubbornly shook my head and quickly dismissed this possibility from my mind. I remembered what the priest had told me when I was little. I recalled eavesdropping as he told my father that I was cursed and could never have children. Ethan was the first man I had been with, and he was the only man I had ever loved.

Carrying his child would make me the happiest woman in the world, but if there was one lesson I had learned in life, it was that the greater the expectation, the more painful the disappointment.

Still… imagining this possibility stirred beautiful feelings inside me that I had never felt before. My thoughts were chaotic. As I left the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and was momentarily surprised by the happy, smiling expression I saw. With a sigh, I slowly walked out of the room.

No matter how hard I tried to stop myself, I couldn't stop dreaming of being the mother of Ethan's child. I knew that Ethan didn't feel the same way about me as I did about him, but I was sure he wouldn't reject our child.

Until now, I had pushed the idea of having children out of my mind and had never spent time with the opposite sex for this reason. That is, until Ethan came into my life. At first, I thought what I felt for him was just my body's natural desire, but as time went on, my feelings grew stronger than ever.

Our first time had happened in a barn, and now that I think about it, the thought that he was a prince never even crossed my mind. But by the time I found out he was a prince, I was already madly in love with him. My eyes wandered around aimlessly as I thought about the things Ethan had said to me that day. A spark of hope ignited within me, while at the same time, my fears gnawed at me.

If I was really pregnant and this baby's father was Ethan, what would my future be like? Slowly, I left the room and started walking down the corridor. With each step, my thoughts grew more entangled.

Still, waiting at least a few months to be sure seemed like the best option. I didn't really think I was pregnant, but I couldn't deny the pleasure of dreaming about it. Ha… Anyway, now I need to go to my office and look into the land deals for the tobacco company and handle the viscountcy's accumulated work. I was still at Ethan's mansion, but he had already set up an office for me.

Trying to collect my thoughts, I walked into the study, where the usual neat desk and a few files were waiting for me. When I sat down, I had a hard time looking at the papers for a while because my mind was still preoccupied with the thought of the possible pregnancy. But knowing that I had to focus on the work, I took a deep breath and concentrated on the files.

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