The Pawn of Their Passions

Synopsis

I was nothing more than the kept woman of Ludwig Von Bergen, the scion of Prince Yeatling. I rarely saw him in the daylight. Most of the time, all I ever glimpsed was his aloof, retreating figure as he left. Every time I woke up, I always received the same cup of safflower tea, delivered by those frosty-faced guards. Ludwig would indulge in my eager passion in bed, yet he always resented me for lacking the haughty elegance and poise of a noblewoman. But he seemed to have forgotten. I was never a noblewoman in the first place. The true beauty, as unattainable as the moon, was someone else entirely. However, he could never have her. I was just an illiterate village girl and nothing more. Just because I looked a bit like her, his men rounded me up and presented me to him as his plaything. Maybe it was a new trick I had just learned that pleased him, but he once absent-mindedly caressed my face and told me in a husky voice, "Using you as her substitute might not be so bad after all." He thought I would be thrilled and that I would work even harder to please him. However, he was only drawn to my looks. Likewise, I was only attracted to his face and body. In fact, I wasn't only interested in him. There were others I wanted too.