Chapter 2 - Stalker
Every now and then, he would attend a banquet without a partner, perhaps because all the women were obsessed with him. So whenever he happened to be alone, numerous women would throw themselves at him with subtle temptation to sit next to him. Such instances, however, were few and far between, and the woman sitting next to him today was rightfully gorgeous and beautiful.
This time, Isabel was watching him from the wall closest to him. It wasn’t difficult. No one was aware of Isabel’s existence since she was hiding behind such a huge pillar.
She would catch glimpses of him amidst the crowd that swallowed him. Her throat became dry as she kept her eyes on his lips. He spoke with his mouth stretched into a bright smile. His lips were a pale red, and every time he smiled while slightly biting his lower lip, Isabel found that she couldn’t breathe. She swallowed to moisten her dry throat.
‘Wherefore art thou so quaint in mine own eyes?’
Isabel wet her lips with a glass of white wine she took from the silver tray of a passing server. She returned to her spot and hid while she spied on him. Normally, once he had enjoyed the banquet enough, he would leave with his partner by the time the atmosphere would slightly die down and stagnate.
Isabel fell for Agares from the very moment she saw him. It could have been because of his beautiful appearance or his excessive, constant changing of women. No, actually, there was no reason.
He was just that enchanting.
The thought that she shouldn’t do it crossed her mind. Regardless, she went after him. While the women who failed to be chosen as his partner held back their sighs of disappointment, Isabel, who had disregarded her reputation as a noblewoman, sneakily followed him. So, she watched. She watched as he led his partner to a dark corner and watched as their lips touched and their tongues intertwined. She saw him plant his lips on her voluminous breasts, lift the hem of her fancy dress, and clench her fleshy thighs in his hands.
Isabel knew that, as a lady, she should not have been doing this, but she couldn’t control herself. She had been to every single banquet he had attended and snuck behind him until he disappeared with the woman of the day.
She didn’t dare to present herself before him. She was too shabby to, in her appearance, dress, position—everything.
“His Highness is really beautiful today, too.”
Someone beyond the pillar was whispering about him with admiration. It seemed they were not aware that Isabel was standing behind the pillar.
“Indeed. How can someone like him exist?”
Isabel’s ears perked at their conversation. She loved hearing anything about him and was happy just listening to others’ chit-chat. She was clueless about recent happenings and knew nothing about him; however, listening to other people talk about him like this, she learned a little about what kind of day-to-day life he led.
“I heard that he went hunting with His Majesty the Emperor a while ago. He caught a silver fox that day and presented it to Her Majesty the Empress.”
This was what Isabel meant by learning about his day-to-day activities.
“That’s right. From what I heard, when they examined the fox afterward, they found that he had shot it straight through the eyes. There were no scars or imperfections on the fur at all.”
“That means he must have excellent hunting skills.”
She had already known that his hunting skills were excellent, but this was the first time she found out that he was outstanding enough to pierce the eyes of a fox. A sigh of admiration escaped her lips.
“I didn’t know he was so filial.”
“How can such a perfect person exist?”
“But, you know, don’t you think it’s a little too much for a man?”
“Is that so?”
“How do I put this… I should say, it would feel burdensome to be by his side.”
He was too pretty. That wasn’t something one would typically say about a man, but he was such an elegant and stunning beauty.
“Oh, my. Then, the Grand Duke seems to not be to your liking, Lady Ellin.”