Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 293: Scandal! II

Chapter 293: Scandal! II

Atticus eyed Hazelle for a moment before he nodded, deciding that it was no harm. What could a small, weak woman like her do in the face of a king who could topple kingdoms with the wave of a hand?

He wanted to find Daphne as quickly as possible. He had important news to tell her.

"After you then, Duchess," Atticus said politely, but Hazelle flinched at the implied insult.

The way her title rolled off his tongue felt just every bit as mocking as he no doubt intended. Hazelle gritted her teeth, desperately controlling her anger.

King Atticus would lose every bit of his arrogance soon enough, once everyone saw what a harlot his wife was. Drusilla had succeeded in the drugging, so it was only a matter of time before Alistair would regain his position as the crown prince.

Even if King Cyrus decided to give the title to Leonora instead...

That was a problem for later. If the drug worked for Daphne, it would work doubly well for an uptight wrench like Leonora who had never known a man’s touch.

Hazelle nodded, beaming as she led the way. She didn’t even need to turn around to make sure that the king had been following behind― his very presence was so overwhelming that she wondered if he was using his magic on her, ready to crush her throat if she did anything to agitate him.

When she passed by the maid she spoke to earlier, Hazelle gave a subtle nod, to which the maid returned. She scuttled away after that, most likely to lead the other guests even nearer to the corridor where the rooms were situated.

"Right here―" Hazelle’s words were stopped by the sound of lewd moaning and hungry pants.

She could hear a man’s gasps of pleasure coming from the other side of the door, paired with the vulgar screams of pleasure that shortly followed.

"Yes! Right there! Harder, Your Grace, harder!" The woman’s sighs of delight were accompanied by the smacking sound of flesh against flesh, along with a sloppy echo that painted an erotic image in any listener’s mind. The noises sounded like they belonged more in a brothel than a respectable lake house.

Even Hazelle could feel her cheeks blossoming red from just the explicit sounds alone. She grinned, her heart beating quicker in excitement. This was simply perfect!

"Oh my!" Hazelle gasped in faux surprise. She cast a surreptitious glance at King Atticus, whose face was — as she expected — as black as coal. "This... I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding... Daphne wouldn’t..."

In a sudden turn of events, Atticus scoffed and then grinned grimly. He clenched his fist, raising it.

Hazelle’s maid had done a brilliant job; a crowd of nosy partygoers were gathered around the door.

Those who weren’t attracted by the lewd noises were drawn by the sight of King Atticus’s domineering figure as he approached the door. They wanted to witness a scandal in the making!

Atticus knocked on the door loudly.

Of course, no one opened it.

Atticus knocked again.

Still, silence.

Hazelle was almost beside herself with incandescent joy, but she made sure to only display a look of shock.

"King Atticus, maybe we should wait for tomorrow. After all, they are clearly busy―"

Atticus raised his hand for a third time, but this time, his ring emitted a purple glow. Onlookers gasped as they caught sight of such a rare sighting.

Then their gasps turned into screams as the door to the bedroom burst right into smithereens, revealing the entangled, naked bodies on the bed inside. From a distance, they could see two people― one with black hair, the other with long blonde hair.

Hazelle wanted to cheer. As expected, Daphne had fallen for the trap! She said a brief prayer in her mind for Duke Lanperouge. At least he had enjoyed the past few hours before his eventual death.

She was so busy gloating that she hadn’t even noticed the woman’s hair was the wrong shade of blonde.

Meanwhile, Duke Lanperouge paused and blinked at the commotion, feeling a sudden cold chill in the air. He whirled around, fully intending on giving the impudent servant a tongue-lashing for interrupting his lustful activities, but then his face paled when he saw the bevy of onlookers he had attracted, with King Atticus right in the front.

"Oh fuck!" He shrieked, frantically diving under the blanket to cover his nether regions.

He was a well-endowed man, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be caught with his trousers metaphorically on the floor, especially not in front of women like Duchess Hazelle and other ladies.

"What are all of you doing here?" Duke Lanperouge yelled in outrage, "Stop invading my privacy!"

Atticus scowled. Duke Lanperouge’s ass was so pale that it almost blinded his eyes, but his main focus was on the woman next to him, who was still mewling coquettishly as she tried to pull him back to her.

"Duke Lanperouge... I want your manhood back inside me..."

Such bold words caused listeners to flush in embarrassment. Atticus’s shoulders shook minutely of laughter — something he had to try desperately to hide — while Hazelle froze in surprise.

That coy voice sounded nothing like Daphne.

"Not now," Duke Lanperouge hissed. His boner had gone down significantly after he caught sight of the multiple pairs of eyes staring in his direction, but Drusilla seemed to not notice that they had company.

Either that, or she didn’t care. She continued to paw at his chest, pushing herself towards him, stubbornly wanting him to continue with their previous activities. Drusilla moved to straddle the panicked duke, wanting to sink back down on his cock while he tried to get away from her.

The onlookers gasped. From this angle, they all could see the reddish, purplish bruises decorating her neck and shoulders. It was clear to everyone that Princess Drusilla Molinero was no longer a chaste maiden. In fact, her words and actions seemed to be more in line with a brothel worker!

Whoever heard of a maiden who was so shameless that she wanted to continue intercourse even after a man had rejected her?