In the world of nobles, where bloodlines determine one's fate, Yleana finds herself in an unexpected and perilous position. Reincarnated as the villain's hound, she must navigate a treacherous game of power, politics, and intrigue.
Yleana, once a lo...
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Yet, even in that moment of self-awareness, I couldn't bring myself to break free from the prince's hold. The dark and twisted bond between us was too strong, too all-encompassing. I was trapped in a web of loyalty and manipulation, unable to see a way out.
As I closed my eyes, I vowed to myself that I would continue to serve the prince, no matter the sacrifices I had to make. I had accepted my role as his
As I approached, I saw a young boy, no older than fifteen, with a mop of unruly black hair and a fiery look in his eyes. He was dressed in the finery of a nobleman's son, but his clothes were stained with dirt and his expression was one of sheer frustration.
He was standing toe-to-toe with a guard, who was clearly trying to prevent him from going any further into the palace. The boy was gesturing wildly with his hands, his voice rising in anger as he demanded to see his "friend."
"Let me through, you insolent guard!" the boy exclaimed, his voice carrying across the corridor. "I need to see the prince, and I won't take no for an answer!"
The guard, who seemed unimpressed by the boy's tantrum, crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but without proper authorization, you can't enter the palace," he said firmly.
The boy's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to the guard, looking like a tiny but determined storm cloud. "Authorization? I don't need any stinking authorization!" he retorted, his cheeks flushing with anger. "I have a right to see my friend, and no one is going to stop me!"
I couldn't help but be amused by the boy's feisty demeanor. It was clear that he had a close relationship with the prince, and his determination to see him was both admirable and amusing. I approached the scene, curious to see how the boy would handle the situation.
"Excuse me," I said, stepping between the boy and the guard. "What seems to be the problem here?"
The boy turned his fierce gaze towards me, sizing me up with a skeptical expression. "And who are you?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.
"I'm Yleana, a trusted servant of the prince," I replied with a nod. "And you are?"
The boy straightened his shoulders, adopting a regal pose despite his young age. "I am Duke William's son," he declared, puffing out his chest. "And I have come to see my friend, the prince."
I couldn't help but smile at the boy's boldness. "Well, Duke William's son, I'm afraid you can't just barge into the palace without proper authorization," I said, using the same words the guard had used earlier, but with a playful twist. "It's like trying to ride a wild stallion without a saddle - it's not going to end well."
The boy looked at me, his expression shifting from defiance to confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
I leaned in closer, lowering my voice conspiratorially. "Think of the palace as a majestic wild stallion, full of power and danger," I said with a wink. "And proper authorization is like a saddle that helps you ride it safely. Without it, you're bound to get thrown off."
