Azphira Tales

[Mother] "Ann." A mat covered the garden grass. Dianna worried. Is it acceptable for a noble to lie down in the garden like this? Even as a young child, she knew that gossip surrounded her mother’s background. A wealthy merchant’s daughter who bought a title. Even though she held noble status and purchasing a title broke no laws, the label 'merchant's daughter' relentlessly followed her mother. In truth, her mother often said that labels like merchant or noble mattered very l

[Alexa] "Sister, why are you so late!" She spoke sharply. Fury consumed her because the maids dressed her in clothes she absolutely hated. [Alexa] "Why did they make me wear such tacky clothes!" A scream tore from her lips. [Dianna] "Alexa, you must not take your anger out on others. At the very least, you should explain what you want." Alexa pouted and turned away from Dianna’s gentle words. Her gaze shifted to Guiscard. [Alexa] "Why did you bring that slave along again?" [D

[Man] "Look closely. She is my wife." At the man's words, the people stared helplessly at 'she'. Ah, the faint of heart tightly shut their eyes. The man stared at the object with burning eyes. The emaciated man stumbled occasionally, lacking strength. Yet the people feared this man entirely because of those captivating eyes. A thick bloodlust capable of slicing someone down with a mere glance, a concentrated rage, and an intense essence radiated from him. Even as darkness fel

Philip, the Second Prince. No connection existed between Dianna and this man. An assassination claimed Philip's life at a young age. By the time she officially entered high society and learned of his existence, he had already passed away. He shared the same age as Ferdinand, their births separated by a mere ten months, right? Ten months after the First Queen gave birth to Ferdinand, the Second Queen gave birth to Philip. The Duke once considered him as a potential fiancé cand

A chilling silence spread through the estate. Not a single breath broke the quiet. Everyone refused to believe the scene unfolding before them. The young lady, that innocent young lady, resorted to violence. And against Mirva, the actual master of the estate! Even the late Duchess never treated Mirva rashly. Part of it stemmed from Mirva serving as the Duchess' lady-in-waiting, but after her illness worsened, the Duchess lacked the strength to even argue. Fundamentally, the w

Dianna quickened her pace. Her small feet moved with a light, dance-like rhythm. Finally, finally! She obtained Guiscard. Though she failed to receive the key to unlock his restraints as expected, this sufficed. In truth, she refrained from visiting Guiscard during that time. Visiting a slave who didn't yet belong to her would spark a scandal, branding the Duke's daughter as obsessed with a slave. Mirva undoubtedly monitored her actions to prevent the Duke from granting her o

Princess Ionia's blatant disregard would daunt anyone, but Dianna gripped her skirt, offered an infuriatingly elegant bow to the guests, and claimed her designated seat. Whispers erupted among the crowd at her composure. The Princess still scowled. She fought to hide her state, but anxiety consumed her. Ionia the pants-wetter. Dianna knew the reason. In her past life, this rumor circulated openly throughout high society. She recalled the gossip. Supposedly, the Princess made

[Dianna] "What is he doing?" The waiting maid hesitated at her question. By "he," she definitely meant the slave. The maid knew because Dianna asked about him constantly. [Maid] "I…… I heard that slave is working in the barn right now." [Dianna] "I see. Did anyone beat him?" [Maid] "I don't know that, My Lady." Dianna could do nothing until Duke Brienne granted his permission. She wished for time to pass rapidly. A corner of her heart crumbled whenever news of him reached her

Dianna expected him to stare like a wild beast and show aggression just like their first meeting, but he remained completely still. She stared at her monster. Under the pale blue moonlight of early morning, the girl lowered her head like a mask. She stepped closer to him. His gaze, fixed on her from his battered face, remained entirely clear and calm. She reached toward the restraint around his thin neck. Magic formed the slave's collar. Only the heads of each house held the

The brand on his back throbbed with agony. The exact moment the searing iron burned his flesh, the boy knew his already harsh fate would become even worse. The mark felt like a final full stop to his existence. Guiscard craved his own death. He prayed for the god of death to take him away. His life had always been this way. No salvation or mercy ever existed for him. A warm hand, a comforting sense of safety—things a child deserved—never came his way. Someone once gave him a

The dagger carries too much weight. That is the reason. Definitely. I wouldn't have succeeded anyway. Right, how would I handle the aftermath of a stabbing? What if Father sends me to an asylum? Dianna desperately rationalized the failure of her revenge. Then, she shook away the thoughts. She recognized the horrific nature of the deed she nearly committed. Trembling violently, she shed tears. I—I tried to kill someone. I tried to murder a boy with my own hands, a mere victim

[Dianna] "Who is that boy?" [Maid] "Oh, My Lady. That boy is a slave. You see his collar, right?" At the maid's words, the young, pale-blonde girl fixed her curious gaze on a boy carrying heavy lumber. He possessed a clean, neat appearance. Though dirt covered his face, his rare amethyst eyes held a striking beauty. Suddenly, the boy tripped, his limp giving way. The heavy lumber tumbled from his shoulder. [Servant] "You rascal!" The servant shouted and rushed forward. [Serva

[Dianna] "Brother!" She threw her arms around her brother. Am I dreaming? If so, this is definitely heaven. [Emil] "What are you doing?!" [Dianna] "Brother!" [Emil] "Fine, whatever." Even so, her brother, Emil, didn't push her away, pleased by his sister's rare affection. [Emil] "I thought turning twelve meant you grew up, but you're exactly like Alexa." [Dianna] "Twelve?" [Emil] "Did you forget your own age? Dummy!" [Dianna] "......." [Emil] "You didn't forget our visit to t

Guiscard shoved Dianna against the wall the moment they entered the room. He stared down at her. She spoke to the man straining to suppress his immense fury. [Dianna] "I didn't." [Guiscard] "You didn't?" [Dianna] "I didn't do it." [Guiscard] "Didn't do what?" [Dianna] "I didn't kill it." [Guiscard] "But you tried to. You wished for its death." [Dianna] "……." [Guiscard] "My Lady is honest." He stroked her hair as if finding her cute, then gripped it tightly. She bit her lip at

[Doctor] "You are pregnant." The doctor didn't offer congratulations. Everyone knew the rumor that the queen, who resembled a walking corpse, despised the king intensely. Upon hearing the news, the maids busied themselves exchanging glances. The queen herself remained silent, staring only out the window. [Dianna] "My cycle is irregular…… How far along is it?" The doctor examined her abdomen using a magical device. [Doctor] "You are twelve weeks along." [Dianna] "I see. Thank

Please note: This chapter contains emotionally heavy scenes, including coercive intimacy, humiliation, and emotional distress that may be sensitive for some readers. She stared in shock. [Dianna] "Why……" [Guiscard] "Why do you ask? It's only natural to spend the wedding night with my new bride." The golden lamps cast a warm glow across his dark face. His purple eyes, reflecting the candlelight, fixed on her face. It was strange. Perhaps because of the shadows, his eyes glitt