여명이 그대를 버릴지라도

After the successful Great Revolution, the republic was established in Léans. Anais, an officer in the Revolutionary Army, ventured south, condemning her comrades for executing all the members of the imperial family. In the tumultuous region of Bassbourg, where the civil war between the Imperial Restoration Force and the Revolutionary Army raged on, Anais spent her days tending to the suffering civilians. It was amidst this backdrop that she unexpectedly encountered Leonard, the presumed dead second prince…

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Half-opened cold lips mingled with fresh, hot breath. Rather than an act of tenderness, it resembled a desperate touch, seeking solace in a fleeting moment of lost warmth.

Leonard gazed into Anais’s eyes, taking in the tears that streamed from her closed eyelids. With a gentle touch, he slowly released his lips from hers, his hand delicately cupping her cheek and neck. It was then that Anais, her eyes still wet, erupted into laughter, a sound that mingled with the essence of tears.

“You’re not exactly skilled in seduction,” she remarked through her laughter.

“You’re still playing hard to get, I see. Well, you’re too kind to put on such a facade,” Leonard replied, a smile playing on his lips. He reached out to arrange the disheveled silver strands of hair resting on the blanket before leaning in once more.

A deeper, deeper kiss followed.

Anais did not push away Leonard, who held her body as if he would never let go of it, and dug tenaciously and earnestly between her open lips.