The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 553

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DINNER WITH THE DUKE KATHERINE Night had already fallen.

I was drenched in water, covered in the dust from the road, and utterly exhaustedmore mentally than physically.

I stepped into a small sitting room, adorned with lavish furniture anda tea service table.

The décor was exquisite: paintings, heavy drapes, finely crafted hardwood furnitureeven the ceiling had intricate detailing.

Everything was beautiful, but if you looked closely, certain details stood outthe cobwebs half-hidden in the corners, the dust poorly wiped away.

When I opened the bedroom door, the stale, damp smell hit my nose, despite the clean sheets.

Whoever was in charge of cleaning this room did everything but clean properly.

At least they had left the fireplace burning in the cold room.

When I opened the enormous wooden wardrobe, I almost expected bats to come flying out like from a cave.

That thing hadnt taken a single breath of air in all this time.

Well, what a pathetic excuse for a Duchess you were, dear sister, I murmured with a sigh.

to me who had spent ten years in a cell smaller than that closet, dressed

Alright, following this hallway, I should find the suits

ah, there they are.

of the man on horseback and the staircase to the first floor." The layout played out in my

day, so I arrived at the massive dining hall, large enough to accommodate about

table, set just for

guided me to a chair placed

instantly regretting it when he gave me

you

asked, and I glanced at the head of

least, I had assumed Id be seated beside the Duke, but I was placed more than five chairs away from

fine, I replied, gathering the voluminous skirt of my turquoise dress and sitting

the etiquette I had learned and refined, built upon the little

examining the tablewarethe white porcelain decorated with blue

head, watching for the Dukes

churned worse than lice in a greasy scalp, and my ass had already

When I stepped into the bathroom, it was the

you betrayed me for this life

truly pathetic, Rossella, I scoffed while sinking into the so-called rose bath, which was more cold

had a maid or more trailing after me, attending to

necessary, but there