After finishing his bath, Hugo headed to his wifeâs bedroom while his mind continued to contemplate on the thing that had been on his mind since the party.
âDoes she want a childâŚâ
He could give her anything she wanted, even if he had to comb through the entire world, but there was one thing alone he couldnât give. A child. She could not have his child. No matter how many seeds he planted, it would never sprout in her womb.
His cursed blood could never grow without taking cursed measures.
He once thought that it was a fortunate thing. Because no matter how much he womanized, there wouldnât be any incident of a woman that he didnât remember, coming to find him with a pregnant, bulging stomach. The thought of a woman he only slept with a few times, giving birth to a trace of his disgusting blood and raising it, made him feel very dirty and full of dread.
If there were no constraints or specific conditions that had to be satisfied for impregnation, he would have probably killed every woman that appeared with his child.
When he became Duke after the death of his brother, and saw the things in his familyâs secret room, his hate for the blood flowing within him reached an extreme. He thought about cutting his arteries and pouring out all of his blood several times a day.
Hugo abrupted stopped in front of his wifeâs bedroom door.
âWhat about now?â
He felt a strange sense of incongruity. He looked down at both of his hands and clenched his fists.
The feeling of being alive. The sensation of breathing. These were sensations that he usually tried not to be conscious about, but there were times when he felt that his existence in the world was too revolting, and he couldnât bear it. And when that happened, he ran on his horse until he was dead tired and couldnât run any faster, or he spent a few days burning the midnight oil and throwing himself into work like crazy.
[You have changed.]<sup>I know this is an odd question to askâŚbut does this work? Like fr?
*T/N: SoâŚdramatic. **Have you guys ever had peaches before? How do they taste?