Predatory Marriage

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The shoes, which had been dangling from the heel, escaped Leah’s feet and disappeared somewhere.
She tried to wear them again by reaching out her feet in a hurry, but only stepped on the soft leaves of grass.

Her foot stumbled about on the grass, looking for her shoes, when suddenly, a weight gently bumped the tip of her foot.
The toe of a solid, well-made shoe, gently touched Leah’s foot.
She could feel the cool tanned leather under the silk that separated it from her foot.
Then, it lightly tapped again on the top, so as not to hurt her, but enough to leave dirt.

Leah drew her feet towards her and looked down.
A black stain was drawn before her eyes on the white silk socks.
Leah cupped her toes, heat flaring up in her cheeks.
Looking at Ishakan with her rosy cheeks and heated neck, she was slightly angered by his small antics.
He seemed to be delighted that he could make fun of Leah and seeing her in trouble made him chuckle.

Again, she scuffled her feet and begged with her eyes, pleading him to not tease her like that.
However, her moment of relief was short lived.
Soon, a tickling sensation arose from her ankle.
A soft light touch traced her bone, as the hard shoe cap gently slid up her calf and down again.

A strange tingling sensation arose from her lower abdomen.
Without even realizing it, her thighs were shaking.

“Are you sick?” Leah, who was distracted by what was happening under the table, was surprised.
Next to her, Blain was furrowing his eyebrows.

“Are you sick? Don’t make me ask twice.” Blain whispered to her lowly, an expression of concern flitted across his face.

From observing how red her face had become from the heat, he had misunderstood Leah to be sick.
It was because he recalled how he had recently seen the scene of her throwing up blood and fainting in front of him.

Across them, the king and queen expressed no interest in the situation occurring, as they were too busy exchanging gazes and words of affection with each other.

Leah looked up and across her, feeling the gazes of Ishakan and Blain, she managed to lick her lips.

“…No.”

Her hands kept shaking, so she clasped the tableware tightly.
She wanted to reach under the table and push his legs away, but it was etiquette to keep both hands on the table throughout the meal.

“You look sick,” Blain stated.
His hand reached out to touch her cheek.

It was at this time, that the shoes that had been drawing circles on her ankles, dug into her skirt and swept up her calves.
The immediate change in position and cool toe cap against her smooth calves caused her to take a small breath and stiffen.

“…”

Blain narrowed his eyes thinly.
Slowly putting his hands away, he picked up some silverware lying in front of him and dropped it to the floor.
The servants in the back ran and tried to pick it up, but he gestured to them, waving his hand briefly and personally bent down.

His action of picking up the tableware was slow, however, when he straightened his back again, clutching the silverware, Blain’s face was horribly distorted.