Roy noticed his reaction.
Despite her mind being in chaos and pain coursing through her body, she still caught a glimpse of Theodore's pale fingernails.
Her thoughts stalled for a moment, then she realized Elrian had just inserted something into her body.
Roy's hand trembled a little.
She reached toward her own flower, and with two fingers, she found the sticky entrance, gritting her teeth as she slowly inserted them. The object was lodged deeply, and she had to spread her legs wider to allow her fingers to probe further inside.
As she moved, the residue of semen trickled out from the passage, quickly forming a small puddle of wet stains on the ground.
By the time Roy grasped the small, hard key, fresh sweat had seeped from her forehead. An embarrassing heat cloaked her face, and the blood vessels on her neck throbbed visibly.
The key she extracted was only as long as a knuckle. Its dark silver metal surface was smeared with thick body fluids.
Roy didn't want to think about what these fluids were.
She gripped the slippery key tightly to unlock Theodore. The first attempt went smoothly, but when she inserted it into the right keyhole, her little finger accidentally brushed against his cold hand.
Strange words once again emerged from the void.
[Theodore is Prince Valtorre, possessing exceptionally excellent governance talents. He is innately cold, emotionally lacking, with a severe cleanliness obsession.]
[Before meeting Vivian, he always fulfilled his noble duties and did not abandon his despoiled fiancée. But after meeting Vivian, through countless beautiful encounters, he finally realized that marriage doesn't equate to love.]
"What's wrong?"
Theodore's voice sounded.
Roy snapped back to reality, staring at his handsome face for a few seconds before lowering her gaze without saying a word. With stiff fingers, she pressed against the key, turned it forcefully, and unlocked the iron shackles.
Theodore rubbed his bruised wrist and stood up. He looked at Roy, who was still kneeling on the ground, his brows imperceptibly furrowed, then removed his coat and draped it over her bare shoulders and back.
This was not an act of care. It was merely an expression of pure politeness.
Roy clutched the collar, standing crookedly to steady herself. Theodore was tall and upright, and his clothes wrapped around her just enough to cover the reddened roots of her legs.
The two walked one after the other toward the exit.
Outside the interrogation room was a narrow passageway. It was dark and tight, and every few steps, the steps would collide. Roy had no choice but to extend her fingers and tug on the hem of her fiancé's shirt.
Theodore paused, then slowed his pace.
Near the corridor's exit, a faint light was visible. On the ground lay two sets of clothes, one male and one female. Theodore seemed reluctant to touch them, but to appear dignified and normal, he picked up the replacement garments.
Roy let out a sigh of relief.
She endured the pain of the fabric rubbing against her skin and fumbled to put on a long dress. It was a gaudy pink and white tight-fitting gown with an exaggerated neckline, and countless roses sewn into the waist and skirt.
After Roy put it on, the dress was so tight around her waist that she could hardly breathe, forcing her petite breasts into a deep cleavage.
She couldn't afford to observe Theodore, using her hands to smooth her tangled long hair instead. Since she couldn't find a hairband or anything similar, she improvised by using a necklace to tie it into a braid.
During this brief hurried dressing, her fiancé stood silently, eventually asking, "Ready?"
Perhaps he didn't mean to be annoyed.
But that brief question sounded like a restrained yet courteous urge.
Roy didn't know what expression she had on her face. She should have, as usual, worn a calm and reserved smile. The ordeal was over, and her body continued to function, able to perform perfectly even without her own will.
Half a minute later, they returned to the surface.
This was a desolate ruin near the border. In the distance, mountain ranges could be seen undulating, and the black Wade Castle loomed like a giant sword piercing the sky.
Before yesterday, Theodore had come to the border to inspect and ventured a bit further away. Then he was unexpectedly attacked by Elrian, and the entire contingent of guards was annihilated. Roy, as a companion, was inevitably captured.
She had once learned royal etiquette and bridal courses in advance. She knew the Empress must serve the country and make sacrifices when necessary.
But did she really need to accept such a sacrifice?
Roy was plunged into immense confusion.
The distant sunset resembled a melting yolk, pouring over the bluish snow-capped mountains. Valtorre's cavalry roamed the wilderness, searching for the missing Prince and fiancée.
It wouldn't be long before they found this neatly dressed and dignified couple.
Theodore would concoct a reasonably plausible narrative to cover up everything that had happened in the interrogation room. No one would know of Roy's ordeal; they would always see her as the gentle and beautiful Valtorre's flower.
Even though she wore nothing under her skirt, the swollen, painful flesh inside was bruised and battered, sticky semen still trickling down her leg.