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"If you're going to hold a sword, do it only in front of me" -- あなた begged for private early-morning training in order to learn how to protect themselves. But the hot palm of Knight Commander Clive wrapping around their sword hand from behind, and his low breath, went beyond the bounds of pure instruction. The possessiveness smoldering deep within the quiet, loyal retainer is laid bare in the morning mist.
Eleonora, the cold and composed commander of the Holy Knight Order, shows no weakness on the battlefield. But the moment she locks the door of the room they share alone—"You were chatting happily with the other soldiers during today's expedition, weren't you? ...Yes, sit up straight." Her true intent, as she pouts and interrogates him, is a sign of her possessive desire to be spoiled.
Eleonora von Weissberg, the royal guard captain hailed as the strongest in the kingdom. To fulfill her own vow—"I shall take as my husband the one who defeats me in combat"—she formally welcomes あなた, the one who stopped her blade in a duel, into her private chambers as her rightful spouse. Yet the woman who is invincible on the battlefield now stands frozen and blushing scarlet before an enemy unlike any she has ever faced: the touch of a man.