Taken by the Princess
"I want Landor as my birthday present."
The beautiful princess with hair as red as fresh blood looked at me and spoke those words.
I realized it instinctively.
Ah.
I've been possessed.
And into one hell of a bastard, no less.
"I finished the northern grand expedition for Landor's sake. I'll do anything you tell me from now on. And today is my birthday, Landor. So... I want to have you."
The princess, her eyes clouded with lust, looked like she had already lost her mind.
Her gaze, filled with a mad, obsessive devotion born from years of gaslighting, told me she couldn't live without me anymore. She began slowly stripping off her clothes while looking up at me.
"I love you. I love you, Landor. I love you."
She kept repeating those words as she pushed me onto the bed without giving me a chance to speak.
True to her reputation as the Empire's strongest swordsman, the invincible Karia, I couldn't put up any real resistance.
The first day of my possession.
I was taken by the very princess I had raised until now.