Chapter 247 - Count Weddletons Mansion (5) (1/2)

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 247. Count Weddleton’s Mansion (5)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

“Ahhh…”

Count Weddleton wiped a cold sweat from his brow. He had spent quite some time with Blain in the wine cellar, tasting the best of his wines, and had finally persuaded the king to go to one of the guest rooms, where a prost!tute was waiting who bore a strong resemblance to Princess Leah.

It was fortunate he had found her, otherwise he would still be stuck in the wine cellar with Blain, sweating.

Clutching another bottle of wine, the Count returned to the drawing room to drink a few glasses. It seemed insane to think about sacrificing the Tomaris. Count Weddleton couldn’t understand what either Cerdina or his grandson was thinking.

In spite of their blood tie, it had always been difficult for him to handle Blain. If he was honest, he was afraid of the boy. It was probably because of his mixed Toma blood. Both Cerdina and Blain were so cruel, it was hard to believe there was any Weddleton blood in them at all.

Count Weddleton did not have the courage to confront them. If there hadn’t been any benefit in it, he would have broken off relations with them completely.

Rising at last to leave, he recoiled in fright.

“Ahhhhhh!”

The count blinked and rubbed his eyes, feeling as if he were seeing a ghost. Before him sat Princess Leah on the sofa, gracefully upright with her back perfectly straight.

It was not a mistake. That was really her.

Even more shocking, the princess was not alone. Next to her was a tall man with his arms stretched over the back of the sofa, and his golden eyes fixed on the count.

The king of the barbarians.

Count Weddleton had never been so close to this famous man. The King had seemed fierce even when seen from a distance, and up close it was hard to meet his eyes. Seated comfortably beside the princess, he made the sofa seem small. A single motion of his arms could end Count Weddleton’s life.

Gods…

The Count wanted to faint. Alone among the nobility of Estia and everyone in the palace, Count Weddleton still had all his memories. Of course, he knew about the princess’s relationship with the barbarians.

He had no idea how much the princess herself remembered, but he was certain of one thing. At one word from Princess Leah, the barbarian could break his body in an instant.

“It is an honor, why would the Princess visit me at this time of night…” The Count began with a bitter smile.