******Renai was being taken to the king’s chamber which was also hers now. Her chambermaids had dressed her in a black nightie and a gown concealing her beauty. “Her Grace, the Queen,” the announcer said. It felt oddly good to the queen as the doors opened for her. The king who was no other than her husband was gazing out with his hands tugged back. He was wearing a silk black gown like her. She stepped inside and the door shut behind her. Her gaze fell on the envelopes. Was he planning to tease her again? She wondered.He turned around. “My queen,” He stepped toward her and curtsied. Renai smiled amusingly. “You may rise,” “With all pleasure,” He straightened, both of them grinned.“You are holding something?” She mentioned. “Your wedding gift,” He presented it to her. She frowned. Wedding gift? Was it really a wedding gift in an envelope?She took it from his hands and took note of his reaction. “Open it,” He jutted his chin. She inhaled deeply and opened it. It was a paper
Sleep came to him after two weeks. After bending fate in his favour, he finally had her sleeping in his arms. His eyelashes fluttered as he woke up to her sight. Her soft petals slightly parted, her nose twinkling in pink hues. She was breathing peacefully as if she knew she was safe and protected. His heart drummed quietly against her left shoulder as he brought the back of his fingers to trace the outer-rim of her jaw. He keenly swirled his route down to her chin, grazing it with his thumb. As if her body acknowledged his touch, her lips got closed. He softly smiled and danced his hand all the way down to her stomach, underneath the duvet. He placed his hand on the bare surface and drew circles on it. She was only wearing gauze on her shoulder, the rest was her skin. Closing his eyes, he imagined caressing their baby. How much he dreaded losing him when she was injured by the arrow. That time he thought he would lose everything. Him, her. Every single hope to live.His heart walls
Bonus Chapter “Oh…oh…oh..ss…s…stop it, you are…t…tickling m…” Renai held his head and tried to pull it away but her husband was keen on sucking her neck while tickling her belly with his unforgiving cold fingers. The queen was erratically wobbling underneath him and he was chuckling against her skin, making it more hard for her. Zebian undid his lips and pasted a mischievous smirk before glancing down at his artwork. It was raging bright and purple sitting on the side of her neck. He was proud of every mark he owned on her body. “Will you ignore me again?” He aligned himself outside her entrance and gritted contemptuously. The mushroom tip was massaging her clit. Renai bit her lip to press her smile and nodded her head, doing hard to keep an offensive frown on her forehead. Zebian lifted his brows and stared at her in amusement. “Are you sure, my queen?” He leaned closer to her face and locked her gaze with his stern one. “If it comes to our children, I shall be ignoring you f
Stepping inside the hall, the announcer proclaimed their arrival and both of the kids stood from their seats in respect. Rebian, who turned fifteen last month, was on the right side of the table along with his sister. Zenia will turn ten next week. The youngest one watched her parents advancing close with blurry vision. She wiped her tears with the back of her hands and dashed toward them. Zebian stepped faster and kneeled with his arms open. Zenia hurriedly slammed into his chest and hugged him tightly. He lifted her in his arms and stroked the back of her head. Her soft muffling caught him cooing. “I missed you so much, papa,” She mumbled against his neck and wept. Zebian smiled and closed his eyes. “Papa missed his angel too. Now, why are you crying?” He asked as a tear smeared over his skin. He tried to pull her face away but he snuggled into him and shook her head. “You didn’t come to meet me last night,” Zenia grumbled. Renai smiled and watched Zebian grin. “I thought you w
******All the royal children were present in the hall. The hall was echoing with chirping voices. Little birds were spread everywhere until the king and queen’s arrival was announced. The boys back-stepped on the left and the girls took to the right lane. Zebian and Renai treaded between them and took to the stage. They settled on their respective thrones. The instructors rushed close to the stage and bowed. Zebian nodded and permitted the class to begin. They explained the moves and coordination to the children and showed how to combine the steps. After that, they paired the couple. Zenia was paired with Aurelio and that happened on the king’s order. He wasn’t unaware of her daughter’s interest in his sword of honour’s son.Lucian glanced at Zebian and smirked. Zebian smirked back and watched the pair stepping closer. The instructor told Aurelio to place his hand on her waist and grab her hand. Zenia put her hand on his shoulder and began swaying along to the music. She was deeply
Before you dive into the story, I would like to clear the leads' age to avoid confusion.Renai was twelve years old in the beginning, four years later she was sixteen and now eight years later she is twenty-four.Zebian was eighteen in the first meeting. Twenty-two four years later and now, thirty as a king.******“Lo and behold, kneel before your glorious Majesty,” A voice bellowed out all over the hall. Everyone, from toddlers to grey-haired, fell on their knees with their heads facing the concrete ground. The Majesty’s powerful tread echoed all over the hall, his cape billowed out on the floor, marking the flooring of his enormous castle’s hall as his victorious territory. He reached to his retained throne and gracefully took the royal seat, arms resting on the armrest of the impeccable throne. “Rise,” The King commanded and within a second, the heads of his people were upped as they stood on their feet, but eyes still downcast. The hearing began. The imperial chief shared seve
1It was smouldering hot outside. The sun erupted unsparing heat across the outskirts of the twelve states. Humidity had taken over almost all around the world due to drastic heat waves. Prince Zebian stepped toward the immense window and studied the ambience. His lips leaked a smirk. Perfect weather for hunting. “Prepare my dearest horses and men, I shall be leaving for the woods in no time,” He commanded profusely, his chief servant bowed and back-pedalled to convey his orders among the assigned guards. Zebian turned around pensively and left for his dressing room with hands tied behind his back. There, his staff waited patiently, their hands crossed against their thighs, eyes stoned at ground. He shed his royal nightgown, pulling his silk shirt over his head while stepping on the concrete soapbox. The royal staff walked ahead and cleaned his body with a slightly drenched-in-milk loofah and spritzed his favourite fragrance over his body, which was made up of a mix of citrus and r
2“My lord, are you alright?” The sword of honour stepped off his horse and sprinted toward them. Renai just stared at the dangerous-looking man who also addressed him ‘Lord’ but from no angle it seemed like he was bantering. The man knelt before him and studied his wounds. “Does it hurt much?” He asked with his voice laced with utter concern and apprehension. It sounded too weird to her. Zebian raised his dirty hand, his face still dressed in a displeasing wince. “I’m better, call of appreciation for this young nymph,” He pointed out at her. She, begrudgingly, cocked her head toward the armed man. Her heartbeat shot to a reckless pace. The man’s features softened hearing his words, he nodded deeply and slowly as in a gesture of gratitude to Renai, who just gulped in response. Her face was now deprived of colours. She swivelled her head toward the injured boy, her lips quivering as she frightfully asked, “Are you the prince?” Her voice barely made it to anyone’s ear as she lost it i