Antonio’s hand slipped beneath Agnes’s clothes in the darkness.

A slightly thicker blanket, prepared to endure the frigid nights of the northern territories, covered them.

Her skin, untouched by the outside air for so long, flinched at the coldness of Antonio’s hand.

“Hnn… Hah…”

Was it a gasp of surprise at the unfamiliar sensation? Or had it slipped out because she was genuinely aroused?

Agnes had never harbored any interest in such matters to begin with. From a young age, her life had revolved around the study of fire magic, claiming her position as head of her household, and earning a place in the Crimson Tower.

The touch of a man’s hand, laden with such intimate intent, was—understandably—overwhelming.

But Antonio, whose hand now traced along Agnes’s unfamiliar body, wasn’t any more accustomed to this situation than she was.

—Rustle. Rustle.

“……”

Though he was a prince, this was his first experience with a woman.

Unlike his older brother, Mechart, who shamelessly courted women without hesitation, Antonio had always been a bit timid.@@novelbin@@

Being so far down the line of succession, he’d worried that associating with noble ladies might lead to rumors of him building political alliances. As a result, even when opportunities to meet women arose, he turned them down.

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