Year 1540
Nicole, a humble artist from the mainland, struggled to make ends meet. She often painted portraits for middle and high-class individuals, occasionally even for Purebloods, which was quite rare for someone of her status. Despite her efforts, the income she received barely covered her living expenses. One day, she received an unexpected invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the esteemed Lord Jasper Gervassius. Hoping this opportunity would change her financial situation, Nicole traveled to the kingdom, only to find herself in a situation far beyond what she had anticipated.
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Teaser:
Lord Jasper placed his hands on either side of Nicole's head, trapping her against the wall with his body. He gazed down at her, his smile widening as he admired her innocent beauty. Her wide, deer-like eyes staring back at him only intensified his desire. "Why do you play these games with me, darling? You know I don't enjoy it. Have you forgotten who you're dealing with?" He leaned closer, flicking his tongue into her mouth, making her yearn for more.
"My Quahneah woman," he murmured.
Nicole gasped, surprised that he knew the name of her tribe. Before she could respond, Jasper cupped her cheek gently and kissed her softly, slowly removing his hands from the wall. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close until there was no space between them. As they continued, Nicole grew breathless, pulling back to catch her breath. She looked up to see Jasper smiling warmly at her, his purple eyes filled with affection and love.
"Jasper, I have a question," she said, and Jasper hummed in response, waiting for her to continue. "What are we going to do about the council?"
Jasper's smile turned sinister as he narrowed his eyes. "Leave that to me, darling."
