Predatory Marriage — Chapter 133. Let Me Go

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Leah was leaving.

Blain stared as the carriage pulled away, feeling a heartbreaking mixture of emotions. Though he knew he had to wait, he wanted to run and stop the carriage immediately. The thought of Leah spending her wedding night with Byun Gyeongbaek made flames erupt in his heart. But Blain restrained himself. He didn’t just want to take her body.

He wanted her heart. Every time she had looked at that barbarian king with her eyes filled with emotion and affection, it tormented him unbearably. He wished she would look at him the way she had looked at Ishakan. That she would whisper shyly to him with flushed cheeks and loving eyes.

If he could have her heart, he could give up her virginity. He also thought that after she slept with that nasty old man, then she would be much more willing to have s3x with him.

Blain had heard that Byun Gyeongbaek had bad taste in bed. There were rumors that he had bought many pr0stitutes that looked like Leah, then treated them harshly. If Blain let her suffer for a while and then rescued her…

It seemed like a good idea.

In only a short time, he would put on the crown, and claim everything that was rightfully his.

Blain left the sad ladies-in-waiting behind and entered the masterless Princess Palace. He wanted to walk through it before the traces of Leah faded completely. Walking down the silent corridor, he opened the doors to observe each space. The living room, the study, guest bedrooms, the storage room where her clothes and accessories were kept…

His footsteps stopped in front of the office, and he entered as if he were its owner. Her faint scent lingered in the clean, orderly space. Blain sat down in the desk chair and fiddled with Leah’s quill.

Unconsciously, he opened a drawer, and his face paled. There was an envelope sealed with the wax seal and something written in the corner.

[Last Will.]

The envelope shook, and he realized his hands were trembling. Tearing open the envelope, he quickly read the single page, and then all the documents that had been placed beside it.

They explained how Leah’s goods were to be divided between the ladies-in-waiting of the Princess Palace, and the nobles that had followed her. Given how painstakingly she had written down what she was giving to each person, he couldn’t help cursing.

“Damn it…!”

Tearing up her will and the documents, Blain stormed out of the office. As soon as he exited the palace, he saw knights gathered nearby. His attendant had been waiting with the carriage turned away from the knights and hurried over to Blain.

“Something terrible has happened! The barbarians attacked the Princess’s wedding procession!”

Blain felt something snap inside him.

“…The Princess,” Blain said between his teeth. The attendant didn’t understand the low growl, and when he didn’t answer, Blain grabbed him by the collar and shouted, “The Princess!!!”

“She’s been kidnapped…!”

Blain let the man go and untied a horse from the carriage.

“Tell my mother.” Mounting the horse, he said coldly, “I will chase the beasts myself.”

***

As soon as they confirmed their King had his bride in his arms, the Kurkans sounded the battle horns to retreat. All of them stopped fighting and galloped swiftly away, leaving the corpses and blood-soaked eulalies behind. Only when they reached the edge of the plains did the relentless gallop end.

Other Kurkans had been waiting in advance. Morga was waiting near a carriage of smooth, unpatterned ebony wood and quickly approached Ishakan.

“Ishakan, over here!”

Ishakan slid off his horse as Leah struggled over his shoulder.

“Let me go! Let me go!” Leah punched him in the face with her small fist, but it was useless. Ishakan only stared at her, and when he saw that her hand was reddening, he grabbed her wrists to stop her from hurting herself.

He bundled Leah into the carriage, which had carefully padded seats and cushions, as well as some blankets. She quickly scurried to the far side of the carriage, breathing fast. For a moment, she and Ishakan were frozen, staring at each other. Morga’s voice interrupted them as he followed them.

“You have to give it to her right now.”

Ishakan accepted the small glass bottle filled with a strange, dark red liquid.

Leah refused to open her mouth, but Ishakan grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open, pouring the liquid inside. She tried to spit it out, but his large hand covered her nose and mouth. She scratched at his hand with her fingernails, but he didn’t move. His other hand closed gently around her throat, rubbing. In the end, she had to swallow the liquid in her mouth, and only when he was sure that she had swallowed it all did he lower his hand.

Leah coughed.

“Why…Why did I…”