Azphira Tales

A peculiar gleam flashed in Leonie's eyes as she studied Dianna's chilling expression. Does she possess some hidden backing after all? Right then, Dianna continued speaking. [Dianna] "It is far too noisy in here. Go outside to fight if you must." [Saruvia] "……" [Leonie] "Pardon?" At her words, both Saruvia and Leonie widened their eyes. The dignity of a queen? A fraction of it existed moments ago, but now it had vanished completely. Telling people who brawled to steal her aut

Brother-in-law. What a completely insane title. Yet she couldn't stop Alexa. Alexa already believed that Guiscard and Dianna shared a close relationship. Since her father had brought him home as a slave, this relationship could only end in ruin. Why did Alexa look at Dianna with such an expression? Perhaps it was due to the word brother-in-law, the stiff atmosphere dissolved completely. Guiscard conversed with Alexa casually. The two interacted harmoniously, as if their famil

Waking up, a heavy ache consumed her entire body. The pain was not blinding, but intense muscle soreness made moving her arms difficult. Her body creaked like an un-oiled machine. Moving her legs proved difficult, causing her to bite her lip. How many times did he do it……? Dianna let out a long sigh. Guiscard had pushed on relentlessly. She understood his anger over the matter with the Grand Duke, but did he define this as her drawing close to "another man"? Why had he transf

Rough hands tore her garments open. Dianna stared at him in shock. She had to say something. The fury hidden beneath his desperation choked the breath from her throat instantly. He looked ready to devour her. His massive body pinned her down, threatening to consume her completely. Yet, strangely, fear failed to grip her. For some reason, the thought of this man striking her in anger never crossed her mind. How strange. Why is this so different from my past life? Even in that

His purple eyes locked onto Dianna. The intensity of his gaze made her skin prickle. She rose from her seat. [Dianna] "I greet Your Majesty." At her polite greeting, Guiscard stepped right beside her. Revius followed immediately behind the King with knit brows. [Guiscard] "I believe I asked why you are in this place." A lethal tension filled the air at his words. Dianna tracked the silent confrontation between the two men. [Adelheit] "I understood that Your Majesty was away t

Morning dawned on the day of the audience ceremony. As soon as Dianna woke, Mable informed her that Guiscard had gone out. The head maid carefully checked Dianna's reaction, she cared nothing about his absence. Dianna put extensive effort into her styling from early morning. The garments of the Lodbrog Kingdom differed from the bright colors of Panborough. For solemn events, the people here wore dark tones without exception. Clothes that people in Panborough would mock as fun

The maids said nothing as they looked at Dianna entering the room. Dianna had to swallow the shame rising to the back of her throat. A crimson flush stained her cheeks. Pretending to be calm proved impossible, no matter how hard she tried. That failure brought her even more shame. Why can I not brush everything aside with indifference? Guiscard had told her to live as his wife for only three years. She just needed to endure those three years. Having already experienced this b

Dianna rubbed her brow. Revius had insisted on arranging the audience for the very next day. His reasoning stood simple: the high nobles she needed to receive were few, and since they resided in the capital, an immediate meeting was best. This was something she had never done in her past life. Yet Revius' challenging attitude made anger flare within her involuntarily. In her previous life, merely breathing felt like swallowing shards of glass. Every step felt like walking on

The aftermath of their first wedding night in her past life remained a blur. Drowned in grief, Dianna had wept the entire day, unable to swallow a single bite of food. Time passed in a haze of madness. Day and night cycled several times, bringing Mirva and Lady Levian to her side. Navigating these moments with a clear mind felt strange now, contrasting sharply with those empty days when she possessed no sense of self. Following Guiscard's command to accompany him, they walked

Perhaps she had imagined the worst possible encounter. Dianna expected pain, but her body, already longing for a man, accepted her husband entirely. A dull ache throbbed, yet actual pain failed to arrive. Clutching the bedsheets, Dianna released short, ragged breaths under the overwhelming weight of his presence. Why does it not hurt? Why is there no pain? Why... does this feel good? Confusion consumed her. An overwhelming pressure always accompanied his entry. Nevertheless,

Dianna lost her balance the exact instant their lips collided. A powerful arm wrapped around her waist. A desperate, invading tongue pushed inside, choking the breath from her throat. Unlike the kiss shared at the altar, this was a wild, savage encounter of complete madness. The clumsy, wet contact felt blatantly raw and untamed. She tried her best to match his rhythm. The moment the tip of her tongue brushed against his, a sudden shudder ran through the man, and his grip tig

The sudden pressure of his lips was soft. A heavy scent of wood blended with a sharp, biting fragrance. Receiving the embrace, her mind went entirely blank. Why are his lips so hot? Did he swallow a burning stone? While she wondered about the intense heat, his face slowly moved away. Only now did Dianna look directly at the man before her. In her past life, wrapped in humiliation and grief, she had never once properly looked at this executioner of her punishment. Cloaked in a

She stood shocked, yet she approached and greeted him. [Dianna] "I greet Your Majesty." Guiscard signaled Mable with a glance, and the head maid bowed before slipping out of the room. A heavy silence descended over the chamber. This event also carried no precedent in her past life. Back then, the servants forced the bridal gown onto her frame. Facing this unfamiliar situation, she shifted her gaze. [Dianna] "They say looking at a bride in her wedding gown before the ceremony

[Adel] "This marriage makes no sense." Guiscard looked at Adelheit standing before him. Though his frame was smaller than Guiscard's sword-wielding physique, the Grand Duke possessed a body firmer than most grown men, proving he had not neglected his physical training. Adelheit had stubbornly insisted on requesting an audience with him the following day. Had Revius not desperately restrained the King, he would have severed the man's neck right then and there. In stark contras

The lineage of the House of Blake traced back two generations. Prince Blake, the younger brother of the former king, surrendered his personal order of knights to the sovereign of Lodbrog and chose a life of seclusion. The prince lived as a scholar rather than a blade-wielding warrior, wishing only for a peaceful existence. As a reward for his compliance, the title of Grand Duke descended upon the gentle brother. Grand Duke Blake avoided central politics. Instead, the first Gr

A king had crafted the most pathetic flower crown in the world. Although Dianna found it strange to admit, the arrangement he created was remarkably beautiful. She had resolved to remain detached from everything, yet why did this bring joy? Touching the crown resting upon her brow, she smiled shyly. Differences from her past life definitely existed. She knew it. Guiscard behaved with strange caution and politeness toward her. This was likely the consequence of her granting hi