Published at 2nd of September 2019 3:57 pm

Volume 2, Chapter 10

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It was already the second time that he was standing within the opulent ballroom of the Bulanmu Palace, but Walker still felt unaccustomed to the extravagance of this place and its ambience of being detached from reality. From the start, he stood awkwardly in an inconspicuous corner, and the whiskey he had in his hand remained virtually untouched.

Wiltshire, who had remained at his side to keep him company, still remained as relaxed in high society as a fish taking to water. With a refined demeanour, he chatted with the aristocrats who came up to him to say hello from time to time and he also steadily fetched Walker a stream of wine and snacks, worried that he would feel lonely because he felt so out-of-place.

The Marquess's attentive attitude made the young aristocratic ladies present pay all the more attention to Walker. In their reckoning, if the Marquess of Wiltshire, who hailed from such an illustrious family himself, was waiting on somebody with such devotion, then that person must surely be of an elevated status. Also, Walker's rugged facial features, so rarely seen in high society, and his strong physique, made his mysterious allure all the more attractive, to such an extent that the unobtrusive corner of the room where the Scotsman and the Marquess were standing had already become one of the places that the eyes of the ladies present were most drawn to.

Tonight's ball was ostensibly given to celebrate Princess Caroline's nineteenth birthday, but in actual fact it had been organised by the Prince Regent in an effort to allay his beloved daughter's fears. At the same time, it also served to achieve his objective of quietening down the rumours that had sprang up everywhere as a result of the Princess suddenly disappearing from public view for so many months --- for precisely this reason, the Prince Regent had invited just about every single well-known and respectable public figure in London. As a result, the scene was one bustling with noise and excitement, filled with the beautifully dressed beau monde.

The ball reached its climax when the Princess arrived, attired magnificently --- she was dressed in a sumptuous lavender gown encrusted with diamonds and pearls and it required two maids to support its train as she slowly made her way down the long spiral stairs. The diamond tiara she was wearing nestled in her piled-up hair sparkled with light, and Walker almost could not recognize her as the frail young lady who had wept while leaning against his own shoulder.

“Marquess Wiltshire, Mr. Robinson, welcome to my party.” Looked on by the entire assemblage, Princess Caroline elegantly glided towards Wiltshire and Walker, and expressed her welcome in a voice with a plummy cadence and perfect enunciation.

Suddenly, the sounds of whispered discussions among the observers reached their ears incessantly --- it was no big deal that she should greet Wiltshire, who was of noble birth, but for the honourable Princess to take the initiative to acknowledge an unfamiliar man like Walker, this led everybody in the crowd to speculate even more about Walker's true identity.

Walker was so nervous that his hand was shaking slightly, but fortunately, the Marquess took the glass from his hand in time to prevent him from spilling the wine onto his body. When the Princess gracefully extended her hand to him, Walker busied himself with imitating Wiltshire, bending slightly and planting a light kiss on her slender, white hand that was covered with a lace glove. By the time he was straightening up, he was blushing furiously and he did not even notice when Wiltshire gave him a fierce roll of his eyes.

“It is all thanks to Marquess Wiltshire and this Mr. Walker Robinson that my daughter could recover from her serious illness. As a mark of my gratitude, I shall present the Great Oak Manor [1] as a gift to the Marquess of Wiltshire and in the name of His Majesty, I shall confer upon Mr. Walker Robinson a knighthood.” The Prince Regent loudly proclaimed, leaving Walker so shocked that he was dumbfounded.

He looked on as people began to crowd around them to offer their congratulations, professing their admiration and envy --- Great Oak Manor was one of the largest estates held in the Prince Regent's name, the lands were rich in resources and employed numerous farm labourers, and would serve as the icing on the cake when added to the already ample assets held by the Wiltshire family; as for Walker, although the rank of Knight [2] was not particularly elevated, but with the Prince Regent personally endorsing him, it was clear enough that he need not be worried about his future prospects.

The honour and glory that was suddenly conferred upon him almost caused Walker to have a spell of dizziness. After Wiltshire was obliged to leave his side because he had to dance with the Princess, the Scotsman decided to leave the ballroom that was thronged with people, in an effort to circumvent all those people who constantly came up to him to make small talk, so as to suck up to the Marquess.

In contrast with the noisy ballroom, the garden of the Bulanmu Palace was much more sedate. The flowering shrubs surrounding the lawn swayed gently under the moonlight, and Walker chose a spot below the terrace of the ballroom to have a seat and stared at the snow-white marble balustrade of the balcony as he got lost in his thoughts.

“… What terrific good luck for Wiltshire this time…”

After about ten minutes, two young noblemen stepped onto the terrace together, holding glasses of wine in their hands. They had evidently not noticed Walker, who was sitting below, and as they enjoyed their wine, they discussed the man of the hour.

“That goes without saying… having ingratiated himself with the Prince Regent, Wiltshire’s family is set for life.” Jealousy was strongly woven into his words.

“I’ve heard that the Prince Regent even wants to marry his daughter off to him… he's pretty calculating; giving Great Oak Manor to Wiltshire can be considered his daughter's dowry.”

“Wiltshire's looks are so beautiful, whenever the Prince Regent gets tired of Thuram, he can even borrow his son-in-law from his daughter!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha…” The two men began laughing maliciously at the same time --- they had probably had too much to drink, to be so bold as to dare to say such blasphemous things in public.

However, Walker had heard enough. He thought back to the Prince Regent's extremely courteous attitude towards Wiltshire and also the Princess's exceptionally bashful expression when she was facing Wiltshire, and abruptly, he felt as though he had tipped over all five bottles of flavours [3] in his heart, bitterness and sourness came surging up at the same time, leaving him nearly unable to even move his body.

“Walker, where are you?” That familiar call made Walker's body stiffen up at once, and also made the two aristocrats seal their lips in the nick of time. After the two of them looked at each other for a while, they quickly left the terrace, just in time to fleetingly come face to face with Wiltshire, who was opening the door and stepping onto the terrace.

“Walker?”

The Marquess's demeanour betrayed some anxiety, but Walker only dared to step out from the shadows after the two people had gone into the house.

“Why did you run off? I’ve been looking for you for so long…” Seeing that he was safe and sound, Wiltshire's relief was evident, and he came over to embrace him lightly.

“It’s too stuffy inside…” Walker gave a vague explanation as his heart was mulling over how to ask him about his marriage to the Princess. However, he could not find the words no matter how he tried, and could only remain awkwardly silent.

“I’ll go and take my leave of the Prince Regent at once, let’s go home… tonight I want to…” The Marquess leaned over and whispered something into his ear, causing Walker's face to flush red immediately and he fiercely broke free from Wiltshire.

Wiltshire really did as he said, not paying any heed to the status of his host, he took his leave ahead of time, and returned to his home in Leicester Square with Walker.

“I had better stay in that little building…” Seeing that Wiltshire again intended to bring him back to his bedroom, Walker hurriedly broke away from his hand --- tonight, he really did not wish to be intimate with the Marquess, he needed to give careful thought about his relationship with the Marquess and what course he should take.

When he saw that the butler, Franklin, was looking on intently, Wiltshire knew that it was a really inopportune time for him to get into a public dispute with Walker and he could only look on as Walker packed up a few simple pieces of clothing and left for the back garden, accompanied by the butler.

“Mr. Robinson, somebody comes by to tidy up this place every day, it is very clean, so please rest easy here.” The butler’s attitude was much improved from the previous time, and there was an overtone of sincere respect colouring his words.

“Then I really must thank you.” Standing in this familiar place, all sorts of feelings welled up in Walker's heart.

After seeing the Butler off, he sat down by the bed. Even after thinking for a long time, he was still confused, unable to come to a conclusion about anything, and he could only give up, getting undressed and snuggling into the quilt.

Leave the decision up to him… if the Marquess wanted to marry the Princess, then he shall leave, find some job in London and continue to reside here, and if he really couldn’t, then he would return to Stonehaven.

His heart throbbed faintly with pain, although he had long had a premonition that such a relationship would not last long. No matter how moving the Marquess's sweet speeches and honeyed words were, in the end, he was still an aristocrat, and he needed an heir --- and that was what Walker could never give him. Moreover, there were also the great political and economic benefits that a marriage to the Princess would bring.

With these thoughts running through his mind, he tossed around in bed. Walker was ultimately unable to fall asleep, and anxiety was gradually rising in his heart.

Tok tok tok --- even at such an unseemly hour, there were knocks ringing out from the door. Acting without taking time to think, Walker draped his shirt over his shoulders, got out of bed and opened the door. The Marquess, who was only dressed in his nightclothes, quickly ducked inside.

“That Franklin, he bothered me endlessly with his long-windedness, making me unable to come over until now.” The Marquess complained, as though for him to visit somebody else's room in the middle of the night was something that was proper and to be expected as a matter of course.

“Hey, what are you standing there for? Quickly take your clothes off and get inside.” With lightning speed, the Marquess tossed his nightshirt onto the carpet, and thus naked as the day he was born, he got under the sheets, and called out to Walker.

He really found the Marquess's utter lack of shame to be a bit intolerable sometimes; it would not do for Walker to get onto the bed, but neither was it appropriate for him to remain standing, so he could only look at Wiltshire in a daze.

“Aiya, what is it now? Did Franklin say something?” Maybe because he found that Walker was a bit different from usual, the Marquess's expression changed slightly.

“No, how is that possible. No matter what, I am to be considered your guest, no?” Walker certainly did not wish to bring any trouble to that rather amusing butler, and quickly came to his defence.

“Then why do you not quickly come over here, the wait is making me impatient!” With an utter lack of shame, the Marquess brazenly pointed to that part of his lower body, which was already fully erect. Pulling at Walker, he jerked him over, making him topple on top of Wiltshire's own body and with a hand, he undid the ties of his nightclothes.

“Darling, I missed you so much!” In the instant when their bare flesh met, the Marquess gave a cheer. To the Scotsman's backyard, he applied lubricant that he had managed to fish out from somewhere before he held him and rolled him over. In a position where he was pressing down upon Walker, he began to slowly enter him.

Feeling a foreign object invading his body slowly, the Scotsman could not help but to give a stifled groan. The question he had found impossible to ask while his mind had been clear suddenly came tumbling out.

“… I’ve heard that you will be getting engaged to the Princess, is that true?”

The Marquess suddenly stilled on top of the Scotsman's body, but he quickly recovered his wits, and while he continued to work at getting deeper into his body, he said with a careless tone of voice: “Who did you hear that from? Don’t tell me it’s because of this reason that you didn't want to share a bed with me today?”

Walker bit on his lower lip, he also did not wish to ask Wiltshire this kind of question at such a time as this, but he could not act as though nothing had happened and pretend to be a sweet lover while he was being kept in the dark about everything --- he did not have such ability.

To be a man who willingly let himself be embraced by another man, he felt that this had already made him slatternly enough. If Wiltshire would not even show him some basic respect on top of that, he was afraid that he would lose the courage to face anyone.

“That’s what everyone says, is there such a thing? If it’s true, please get out of my body.” Walker believed that his own expression to be severe enough, but the result of his firing from the hip was that he had blurted out some strange words.

In an instant, the Marquess began to give big hearty laughs; not only did he not pull out from his body, but he began to penetrate even more deeply and insistently.

“Walker baby [4], do you know how adorable you look right now? Aiya, I am going to laugh to death… who was it who was wagging his tongue carelessly? That old man did bring up such a thing, but his daughter…” Wiltshire clicked his tongue, while he continued to energetically perform his pistoning movements, “how could she compare to my beloved Walker’s sexiness, strength… and… tightness… aiya!”

Walker fiercely tread on the Marquess's lower abdomen with a foot, and with a pained cry, the Marquess lost control and spilled all of his desire into the Scotsman's body.

Smiling as he withdrew himself from the man's body, the Marquess's expression gradually became serious --- he fixed his eyes upon Walker's face, because of desire, it was wearing an expression that was pained and confused. Slowly, he impressed a lingering, hot, wet kiss onto his lips.

“Walker, I love you!” Wiltshire murmured, as he slowly tightened his arms that were holding the man…

When the red rays of the morning sun were streaming into the small building through the windows, Walker found himself waking up in the arms of the Marquess. Caressing the fine white skin of the man before his eyes and the bluish stubble that had emerged slightly on his chin, his heart was suffused with wave after wave of peculiar feelings --- he could not describe them, they were both sweet and tart, making his heart throb and beat rapidly.

Was this the feeling of what they called “love”? Walker really could not puzzle it out, he only knew that in this lifetime… it would be difficult, much too difficult for him to ever separate from this man.

“Ah…” The Marquess gave a groan, and slowly opened that pair of green eyes that were so beautiful as to be beyond description.

Even before he was fully awake, he fiercely caught hold of the Scotsman and imprinted a long, long kiss upon him, only releasing him when the both of them were almost out of breath.

“Good morning.” The Marquess began to smile, and to Walker's surprise, he actually had a kind of innocence and adorableness about him, much like a little boy.

Because of Wiltshire’s gazing upon him, Walker’s face grew red --- moulded together, they were still completely naked, and Walker could even clearly feel the physiological response of the Marquess's body in the morning.

“Walker sweetheart, you are too cute! Let’s do it another time…”

The Marquess pressed up against him again. Walker, who really could not evade him, could only allow him to press up against his back, and slowly insert his manhood into the place where the evidence of last night's passions still remained.

He could feel that the Marquess had already reached the deepest part of his body; the Scotsman couldn't help but to hold his breath, and began to anticipate the act that would commence in the next second, which felt akin to being caught in a gale or rainstorm.

Sounds of someone knocking on the door from outside made the two of them immediately freeze in their awkward positions.

“Mr. Robinson, are you there? May I come in?” It was Franklin’s voice. Perhaps because he did not receive a reply even after a long time, he seemed as though he was going to enter into the room of his own accord.

“I’m here, but this is a really inconvenient time, could you come back later?” He was able to speak only after an arduous struggle to overcome the strange feelings in his body, and Walker suspected that his face had turned as red as though it had been boiled.

“My apologies, I also feel that it is inappropriate for me to disturb you so early in the morning, but… you have a visitor…” Franklin's voice was also chock full of embarrassment, evidently, that visitor was also someone who he could not afford to offend.

“Walker, it’s me.” The clear and melodious sounds of a woman's voice immediately made the two men inside begin to panic, Walker struggled to extricate himself from under the Marquess, but Wiltshire pressed him down as if his life depended upon it, so that Walker was rendered immobile. The voice was tender and refined, to his great surprise, it was Princess Caroline.

“Prin… Princess?” Walker really could not think of why the noble Princess would be looking for him.

“Yes, it’s Caroline.” She seemed to have given some instructions in a low voice, after which the two men could hear the sounds of retreating footsteps; they belonged to Franklin.

“May I come in?”

“Ah… I… it’s a really inconvenient time for me right now, could you please come back later?” Walker desperately struggled to break free from where he was trapped under the Marquess's body, but the Marquess was up to mischief again and thrust even more forcefully into the depths of his body. The Scotsman was so unnerved that he almost could not catch his breath, but he was also so stirred up by the sex organ embedded inside him that his whole body felt limp and soft, and he could not produce the strength to make the slightest resistance.

“Then, then I shall just speak from beyond the door…” Caroline's voice had the bashfulness of a young lady, making it ever more moving to listen to her.

“My father spoke with me last night, he said… he hopes that I can marry the Marquess of Wiltshire…” The two people inside the house were instantly stunned, and the Marquess even stopped his movements, turning to look in the direction of the door. “But… But I don’t like the Marquess at all… I’ve heard that he is a notorious playboy, always surrounded by a throng of women. I’m absolutely not going to marry him.”

It was too bad that he could not see Wiltshire's expression at this moment, or else it would surely be very interesting --- if it weren't that the situation was so bizarre, Walker would really be afraid that he would start laughing aloud on the spot. However, in the present circumstances, he could only remain silent, and continue to listen to the girl speak from beyond the door.

“From the first time I laid eyes upon you, you left a deep impression upon me… your brown skin, and those sparkling pair of eyes, your strong hands… Mr Robinson, you were so gentle towards me… I… please allow me to shamelessly admit, I fell in love with you at first sight…”

The effect of the Princess's words was akin to dropping a heavy bomb in the house, Walker and Wiltshire were both instantly so shell-shocked that they were completely stunned and remained frozen on the spot.

“I… if my father should insist on me marrying the Marquess this time, Mr. Robinson, could you take me away? I know that you are a Scotsman, bring me to Scotland! I beg of you, I will be a good wife.” The sound of the Princess's voice sounded as if it were coming out of a dream, if Walker was not currently being pressed down beneath Wiltshire's body, he might have been unable to resist the entreaty of such a beautiful and highborn young lady, made in such a sweet and gentle tone of voice.

“Reject her, make her leave!” The Marquess saw that Walker had become completely dumbfounded; leaning over, he whispered softly in his ear, and again began to rotate his hips, seemingly in an effort to urge him to act.

As though he were waking up from a dream, Walker worked hard at making his voice sound calm and normal as he said: “My apologies, Your Royal Highness, it is not possible for us. I… I already like someone else. I’m sorry, I’m really very sorry.”

Feeling the Marquess's arms encircle his chest, the Scotsman shook his head --- he had just given up the most desirable and eligible woman in the whole of Great Britain, but he did not care, he did not care one bit!

The Princess was silent for a long time, before she said in a very small voice: “Then… could you allow me to look upon you again… Mr. Robinson, could you please open the door?”

Walker's whole body promptly went rigid, and it was a long time before he said: “I’m sorry, it is a really inconvenient time for me right now.” It was much more than inconvenient, Walker was really afraid that if the door was opened, the Princess would be given such a scare that she would faint.

Again, there was a long stretch of silence.

“Since that is the case, I shall take my leave… I wish you happiness…” The Princess sounded a little choked, and part of Walker could not bear it.

As the sounds of footsteps drew ever more distant, suddenly, the Scotsman heard the sounds of the Marquess's “he he” laughs coming from his back.

“Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?” Walker wanted to push the Marquess off of him, but instead, he was firmly embraced by him instead. He started moving the sex organ in his body again, causing his body to immediately become pliant, and he could only allow him to continue his actions.

“That Princess…” The forced interruption seemed to have caused Wiltshire's thrusts to become even more vigorous. “From dawn to dusk she’s looking for men to elope with. Next time, don’t dream that I will go looking for her!”

Walker was evidently none too pleased with how he was disparaging the Princess, he muttered: “Don’t make the Princess out to be such a disgraceful woman, are you unhappy because she said that you are a playboy…”

“Yes.” The Marquess had always been thick-skinned, “She actually spoke ill of me in front of you, I won’t forgive her even if she were the Queen of Great Britain.”

You are such a… ah… oh…” He seemed to want to say something, but under the Marquess's deliberate attacks, his words dissolved completely to become moans.

The Marquess was obviously very pleased with the Scotsman's reaction, but he still remained unyielding: “Also, you told the Princess that there was already somebody you liked, were you referring to me?”

“You? Who said it’s you?” Although his body was being filled to the brim with Wiltshire, Walker refused to soften his words, "I was talking about Mary from my hometown...”

“You refuse to admit? Then let’s battle three hundred more rounds!” Evidently, the Marquess was going to rely on force to “do” someone in.

That morning, within the confines of the small building, the colours of spring [5] was boundless.

End of Jus Primae Noctis Volume 2, Chapter 10

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[1]: The word Manor gives the impression that Wiltshire has been awarded a house, albeit a large one, but many of the great British estates were in fact similarly named, and the name encompassed both the house itself and the lands that were entailed with it. For example Chatsworth House, the estate of the Dukes of Devonshire, is the hub of a 35,000-acre agricultural estate which includes dozens of tenanted farms and over 450 houses and flats.

[2]: I think it’ll be unusual if Walker were to be given a higher title right away. Looking at the Dukes of Marlborough and Wellington, they were first given knighthoods, before progressing steadily through the ranks of the aristocracy. That’s part of why there are many subsidiary titles in each dukedom, because the lesser titles do not revert to the Crown when they are “promoted”. They tend to be used by the heirs as courtesy titles. I.E, the son of a duke often uses the title of a Marquess, his son is often an Earl, and the Earl’s son is often a Viscount.

[3]: The Chinese categorise flavours into 5 types, namely sweet, bitter, sour, spicy, salty.

[4]: The word “baby” was already in English in the original text.

[5]: Spring is an euphemism for all things relating to sex and sexuality in Chinese.

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