Kyler didn't say where we were going, but I assumed we would spend some time at his residence. We are all wearing some ridiculous outfits, one I won't even wear as a maid. I don't know who thought of this plan just to hide from commoners. We stopped at a small town outside of Yodora for food, Kyler insisted. "Careful," Kyler says, holding my hands as I gently exited the carriage. Ayn and Betty followed while Kia remained. Kesem came too, but it's just him."You're being extra," I whisper, giggling as he pulls me to his body from a child walking past me. The little boy must have caught a skin disease."Extra? Watch what I'd do once you or my prince gets hurt by an illness. I won't leave any soul alive, and I mean it," "Your prince?" I ask, my voice soft. He stops, turning me gently to face him. Kesem, Betty, and Ayn walk past his command."Whether you like it or not, this child, our baby, has to be the king one day, Isabelle. You married me, and you know I am King, King of the greates
After the incident, we couldn't continue our journey, so we stopped at an Inn. I wasn't hungry after all that had happened, and I just needed to shower and sleep. If I could, the memories kept playing, and I was a bit frightened. On the journey to the Inn, I didn't speak to Kyler. I wasn't mad; and I just needed some time alone. I didn't know he had an escort following all this time. The moment we stopped at the Inn, and he got a room. I didn't wait for him to get the door for me. I just got out and walked past him. I had Ayn and Betty to escort me."Would you like to shower?" Betty asked softly. I looked at her and found myself in the room behind her—Kyler's hand was covered in blood, stained by a cream dress. "Yes," I muttered and looked away. "Yes, Your Majesty, I'd prepare your bath immediately," She said and walked past Ayn, who dressed the bed. I walked closer to the mirror, staring at my dress, and his hand covered in blood flashed my head, and I swallowed hard, lowering my
KYLER'S POV"NO!" Isabelle gasped, her palm covering her lips, looking in my direction, "Lakes? We are going to Lakes?" Tears covering her eyes. "This is why I said I don't want to fight with you, I love—" I moved closer to her, "Because I know you'd love it," The door opened and I cleared my throat, tightened my hands and positioned myself royally, not forgetting to fix a smile before I turned over."Oh, Your Majesty," Rina said, and I walked out, shutting the curtains I as stepped out. She smiled and our eyes met once more before she spat, "You must really like that field,"I chortled, "You can tell?" "Obviously, I have worked with you since childhood..." She paused, and dropped a white blanket on a side table. "You know, you can still visit Mr Lolo he can see you everytime you stand out there," she said, I rolled my eyes with a tired sigh."Please, Rina... You think he would want to see me?" I asked, shaking the idea of my head, I snapped my fingers interrupting her next speech,
"NO!" Isabelle gasped, her palm covering her lips, looking in my direction, "Lakes? We are going to Lakes?" Lakes was still a miles away, but you could see the tall castle from here. I barely changed anything in Lakes, I kept a few things just as it was, but definitely not the king and Queens chamber. However, we wouldn't be spending our time there— in the castle. The few villagers left in Lakes barely knew us, so I used this opportunity to get a large field and a small cottage just for us."This is why I said I don't want to fight with you, love—" I moved closer to her, "Because I know you'd love it plus I didn't know if you would want to come." "So, is this a kidnap? Am I supposed to be worried?" She turned in my direction finally. Isabelle had been gazing through the window."Not really, I figured you'd need sometime away from Yodora," "Yodora, isn't that bad. They are also some people from Lakes," she paused, something flashed her eyes. "You didn't lock Victoria up? Did you?"
Holy hell, you're fucking dripping for me, my love, I have been bad, my love, shit, I have been bad for not pleasing you enough, hold on tight to me, baby," he says, panting against my ears. His large hand holds the back of my head, so tender. "Isabelle, love," he calls softly, his warm breath pouring over my skin, and I can feel his cock against my lips, causing my stomach to make a somersault. "Yes, Kyler," I manage out. "Tell me, tell me how bad you want me," his forehead pressing against mine. "Shit, you know that, you know how bad—" My words disappear into moans, and screams as he pushes inside of me deep and fast. He doesn't wait and begin pummeling. "Ah!" "Don't—" thrust, his other hands closes around my neck, forcing me to look at him, "Don't you—" thrust, "Ever—" harder this time, "Try to make—" Thrust, "ME JEALOUS," he growls, my eyes falls back, and I open my mouth. Kyler grips my hair in a fist, "Now, tell me, whose cock is fucking you, whose cock is giving so much dam
I knew it wasn't long until they found us, our Kingdom, my kingdom was taken from me, the only legacy my father adored, and now, I was brought to the home of the king who destroyed that legacy.Everything I had worked for went down the drain. It's been seventy-five days, and I was still tucked with a few of my maids. We were chosen to do hard chores, wash the dishes, wash sheets and curtains, mop the floors, and sort ingredients for the king. I had hope, hope that the king would come for me. After all, he had come for my kingdom. I once saw King Kyler when he visited my father during a festival. He was flattering and kind, but he took my legacy away. That's how kings are. One minute they side with you, and the next minute, they are against you. I knew the ways of the royals; after all, my father built his legacy the same way. It's a power that makes Kings powerful. A weak kingdom was just prey to stronger kingdoms. "Your Majesty, I haven't seen Isabelle yet," Kia whispered, droppin
Seventy-five days stuck in a very fancy room, the bed was huge, just like the ones Princess Victoria had back in our Kingdom, the sheets were silky, and they seemed to be made of the finest material. I could barely sit on this expensive bedding. The bedside lamp also looked expensive, and the curtains were out of our league. I mean, my Kingdom, Lakes was a small kingdom not so wealthy, so we didn't have lamps like this or rugs made of real bear skin. The dresses were that Princess Victoria's, and I had always admired them when I cleaned. Servants like me came in daily with rich meals, tasty wines, and the most delicious: the best fabrics, clean sheets and beautiful slippers and shoes. But none dared speak to me. I had showers three times a day, and they were days I bathed with milk or rose water only. My red hair was brushed and dressed every day after my showers. Sometimes, I wondered how my mistress was treated if I was treated this way because only royals or those in top position
"It is a common tradition, but she's not my bride; you are." "I am?" I asked with a low chuckle. If this were a dream, I'd like to wake up from it quickly. I lowered my head and rolled my eyes, "How can I be your bride? I am not even Queen," I said. "I think you meant she is," I finished.He stared at me with amusement flashing all over his face, a smile that looked seductive yet lovely. He had the look of someone in love. I have never been looked at that way, except one time, three years ago, in the dark forest. Finally, he cleared his throat and pulled a chair for me."Let's talk over dinner," he offered."No," I replied immediately, lowered my gaze and held my hands together, "I dare not," I said."Isabelle,""I can not go against my Queen. It's-" he breathed loudly and slowly released the chair. One step, my heart skipped causing me to take action backwards, twice... my breath seized."I don't think you understand, Love... or need more confirmation? Perhaps," I could feel his