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Floria was so shocked that she couldn’t even speak. Could it be that this would happen in front of so many people?
Turning pale, she looked up at Zanarf with a look of disbelief.
The wedding ritual, the bond of marriage, undoubtedly referred to the wedding night. So why would they perform such a ritual outside like this?
For Floria, the wedding night was an intimate occasion meant to take place quietly in a bed of pure white linen, where she would be gently laid down and joined by the man who would become her husband.
Although Franz had said he would give her to Zanarf, Floria still couldn’t accept that she could be made to belong to Zanarf.
Even if she managed to escape somehow, fear had made her hands and feet go cold. When she attempted to raise her voice in protest, Zanarf swiftly lifted her delicate waist and helped her to her feet.
“Grab onto that tree,” he commanded.
Right next to Floria, there was a large fig tree that appeared to be quite old. Its deep crimson flowers were in full bloom, glistening in the light of the bonfires. What on earth did he intend to do by having her grab onto that tree?
“I-I belong to Prince Franz,” she said as if it were an absolution. Zanarf clicked his tongue in response.
“But Franz sold you in exchange for his own life. What’s the point of being loyal to such a man?”
Floria’s heart ached with pain. Thinking that she had been abandoned by the gentle Franz, tears threatened to spill over. But she didn’t want this man to know that she was hurting. Floria blinked back her tears, holding them back in her eyes.
As Floria hesitated, perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol, the barbarian men grew impatient and voiced their dissatisfaction.
“Good girl. I’ll make it an experience better than Franz ever could. There you go.”
“Ah.”
Gently pressed against the trunk of the fig tree in front of her, her upper body tightly clung to the tree; she was pulled back by her waist, holding her in a position where her ass stuck out.
“P-Princess…”
Aura, who was with the other women in a slightly distant location, caught a glimpse of the scene from the corner of her eye. After gazing at Floria with a sorrowful expression, Aura tightly closed her eyes and turned her face away.
Satisfied, Zanarf stood right behind Floria. He swiftly lifted the hem of her long nightgown, effortlessly removing her underwear as if tearing it off.
In an instant, her pure white buttocks were exposed.
“Such a small and cute butt.”
“S-Stop… Mmm.”
A large hand extended, gently caressing the exposed buttocks with both hands. A different kind of shiver ran through her body at that touch, something different from fear.
Was she going to be claimed by this man in front of everyone, as if it were a public spectacle? Did Franz know this would happen and still offer her up?
“You’ll soon realize who brings you a better pleasure, whether it’s Franz or me. Kyrie, bring the balm.”
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