Moonlight Ball - Chapter 118

Many men, including Clarence en Sethang, wanted to cry as they watched the queen catch so many prey. Some had bet heavily on the hunt, hoping for a big payout.

Duke Zeneth stood with a stoic expression as he watched Queen Rosemary’s pile of prey grow larger and larger. Despite his familiarity with the queen, he couldn’t help but be suspicious of her sudden success at hunting. He knew that she was notoriously bad at it, often finding excuses to leave early rather than risk losing to the other nobles. However, now she seemed to be catching prey left and right. Something about the situation just didn’t add up, no matter how strange the effect of Haran’s River had become.

As Duke Zeneth considered it, everything about Queen Rosemary seemed strange lately. She had always been brash and impulsive, never really caring about the consequences of her actions. But now, after an accident that left her with amnesia, she was acting almost too well-mannered. And even more peculiar was her newfound tendency to plan and calculate before making a decision. No matter what he said to her, she would take some time to think it over before responding. It was like a completely different person from the Rosemary he knew.

Was this really Rosemary? Duke Zeneth couldn’t help but wonder.

Duke Zeneth began to have his doubts as he watched Queen Rosemary catch prey after prey. It was undeniable that she was physically the same woman he had always known, with her otherworldly beauty and inner wildness. She was definitely Rosemary, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

As he looked at the growing pile of prey, he felt as though he had been struck in the back of the head with a sudden realization. What was going on here? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he knew that something was not right.

Queen Rosemary’s behavior had become increasingly strange, and Duke Zeneth couldn’t help but be concerned. She used to seek him out constantly, flirting and teasing him despite her strict monogamy with the king. But now, she seemed to have lost all interest in him and any other men. It was as if she had completely devoted herself to the king, something that seemed completely out of character for the woman who had always despised him and his condescending attitude towards her.

As Duke Zeneth puzzled over the changes in Rosemary’s behavior, he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened while he was away. Something must have occurred to cause such a dramatic shift in her personality. He made a mental note to investigate further and find out the truth.

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“Her Majesty the Queen?” Margaret stopped sucking on Duke Zeneth’s manhood and looked up at him in confusion.

As he treated her like a s*x slave, she had gotten used to being treated poorly by the Duke, enduring all sorts of shame and degradation on a daily basis. He would often point between his legs and demand that she crawl on all fours and perform oral s*x on him, punishing her if she didn’t do it to his satisfaction. Despite the constant abuse and degradation, Margaret had learned to act like she enjoyed it in order to avoid the Duke’s wrath. But the truth was, every day felt like hell for her.

“Kind and merciful…”

As the Duke asked Margaret about Queen Rosemary’s personality, she carefully considered her words and monitored his mood. It didn’t seem like he was in a particularly good mood, so perhaps he didn’t want to hear too many compliments. She decided to adjust her answer accordingly.

“It seemed like she was a bit introverted, my Lord,” she said.

“Rosemary?” asked the Duke.

“Yes, the Queen seemed like it. She also seemed to be picky about people.”

If the Queen wasn’t so picky then she wouldn’t be in this situation! Margaret ground her teeth together as she forced a laugh. Duke Zeneth sneered in response.

“It’s too polite to call that b*tch picky with people,” he spat out the words.

Margaret was taken aback by the Duke’s harsh language, but she did her best to hide her surprise. She kept her head lowered and continued to lick his mediocre pen*s like a small animal, trying to listen in on the conversation.

“Ha… Introverted? I banged her so much and you call her introverted?” The Duke’s words made Margaret’s skin crawl, but she knew better than to protest.

As Duke Zeneth seemed to be enjoying himself, Margaret redoubled her efforts, sucking on him with renewed vigor. She also lowered her hand and began to touch herself, trying to make herself as wet as possible. The Duke was known to get angry if she wasn’t sufficiently l*bricated during s*x, claiming it hurt him. Margaret couldn’t help but wonder how a man like him could possibly be the Queen’s lover. She had never met the previous version of Rosemary, but she found it hard to believe that an introverted, seemingly weak queen would also put up with being treated like a s*x slave. Did she also suck on the Duke’s pen*s, rubbed it inside herself, even though she acted elegant and poised in public?

Margaret couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she thought about the fact that they were both being treated so poorly by the same man. It wasn’t just her who was suffering; the elegant and refined Queen was being subjected to the same indignities.

As she thought about the Queen being treated like this, Margaret couldn’t help but feel a strange heat building within her. But the Duke didn’t care about her arous*l, only about his own pleasure. With a series of pig-like grunts, he forced his pen*s down her throat and clim*xed inside her.

Afterwards, it was up to Margaret to clean up the mess. As she licked and tended to the Duke, he looked down at her with a mixture of disgust and entitlement, as though she were nothing more than a wh*re who was lucky to be receiving payment and the privilege of serving a noble. Margaret couldn’t help but feel like this was the last time she would be treated so poorly by a man who had no right to demand such service from her.