Rosie's Games

Chapter 185: The Duke and His Sweets

Chapter 185: The Duke and His Sweets

"The people working with the prince are hiding in plain sight. I have sent my people to try and spy on them but all of them vanished without any traces." Again, the Count started coughing. "I'm afraid they have planted a few spies around me. This was the reason why they wanted to get rid of me."

The Duke only nodded in response.

"It would be wise if Your Grace sent a few more people by the Prince's side," the Count added.

"Very well, thank you for letting me know. As promised, Leonardo will be safe and guarded, and you can recuperate without worrying. A few days from now, I want you to have a celebratory banquet for your recovery."

The Count nodded.

"Your Grace, if you do not mind, may I know who helped me? That Lady"

"Is my wife," the Duke smiled. "And you will meet her once you are ready. For now, you take care of yourself, young Count."

"Yes, Your Grace. Thank you for your benevolence."

Lucas smiled, then, he got up. Just before he could reach the door, one of his people appeared and whispered something in his ear. Again, he nodded and instructed the person to make sure that the Count was safe.

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"As I said, this pastry is very good, it would be nice to talk to the person who made this." Rosalind smiled as she got herself another pastry. This one is shaped like a doughnut, except it was not. It was made of fruit and milk, and it was so soft and creamy, it practically melted in her mouth.

The red fruit that they used to decorate the top of the pastry was sour and sweet and tangy. She did not know how to describe its rich fruity and milky taste. They told her, this one will melt in the heat and this was the reason why the desert was only available in the North.

Apparently, there were a lot of pastries like this were she was going.

The Countess gave her a dry pretentious smile. Despite this, Rosalind ignored it and continued eating. The two had been trying to engage her in talking about her relationship with the Duke but she quickly turn the conversation back to the food.

"We should do this again," Rosalind smiled. "It is nice to talk to fellow women while eating pastries, I have learned a lot," Rosalind said happily. By now, she knew that this Princess only wanted her there because she wanted information. While Rosalind was not looking, the Princess would roll her eyes and even glare at her.

She ignored everything for the sake of the pastries.

After a few more minutes of trying to get her to talk, the two women finally gave up. The Princess told her that she wanted a rest and once the Princess left, Rosalind also decided to go back to their room.

She walked inside the room, feeling full and a little ecstatic. She actually discovered a few things today and it made her look forward to her stay in the North.

"I heard you enjoyed a day with the Princess."

Rosalind almost jumped when she heard the Duke's voice behind her.

"I did not mean to startle you." He was standing by the door, his back leaning against the wall, staring at her.

"Why are you not wearing a shirt?" she asked. The first thing that she notice was his chest.

"It is hot."

"We are surrounded by snow."

"Snow is only cold to people like you."

She cannot argue with that. This man was born in the north and would soon kill some Blessed people. Perhaps, he was just built differently from normal humans.

"I heard you like their pastries?" he asked.

"Yes." She looked around the room and found some pastries that the maids must have brought for her. She beamed and excitedly walked towards the table.

"Wugari had better pastries," he said.

"They told me Wugari had no pastries."

"Lies."

"And that I can only see blood and smell rotten flesh in your duchy."

"I will cut out their tongues."

She looked at him, wondering if he was serious. The lack of amusement in his eyes was telling her, he was definitely going to do what he wanted to do, despite the fact that this was not his kingdom. "I was kidding," she replied flatly.

"As do I," he responded blandly.

She did not know what to say. He was saying he was joking but he looked like he was about to kill someone, cut their head off, burn their bodies, and smile while doing it.

"How was the Count?" she immediately changed the topic. He approached her and observed the variety of pastries in front of her,

"He will live." He picked one and took a bite, then his face turned ugly. "I did not know you like sweet pastries."

Seeing his reaction, she grabbed the pastry from his hand and finished eating it. What was the point of letting someone who disliked sweet things eat something sweet?

"I like food," she said. In the past, she was very careful with her food, after all, Jeames liked her when she was thin and beautiful. She was always watching her weight and avoided pastries because she did not want to gain weight. Moreover, some physicians informed them that gaining weight could affect her ability to give birth.

Because of this, she decided to avoid a lot of delicious food and tend to munch on vegetables.

She turned her attention towards the food and was about to pick another one when the Duke stopped her hand. He held her hand towards his mouth. Then he licked the finger that she used to eat the pastry that she grabbed from him.

"Stop eating it."

"What?"

"It doesn't taste as good as the sweets that I make."

"Huh?" she blinked. What did he just say?

She blinked, then she blinked again.

"Let me take you somewhere," he uttered before picking her up like a little doll. Then he threw her over his shoulders before he jumped on the window from their room.

Rosalind immediately slapped his wide back.

"What are you doing!?" she hissed.

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