Kyler seems to keep to one tradition, having the first dance at the reception ball. It was awkward, and I didn't know how to dance, and Ayn taught me a few steps at the last minute. If someone weren't hurrying to begin the wedding ceremony, I might have had more time to practice. I am very sure he can already feel my sweaty palm.All attention is on me, every eye in this room, from the serving girls to the maid, to the lords and their wives. It gives me anxiety, and I must not ruin my first dance with the king."Relax, I got you," I heard whispers as we walked to the dance floor. It's Kyler beside me. My hand is locked in his, and he is holding onto me gently.A little spin, and he pulls me closer to his body. I gasped, staring at him. I can feel his hands grabbing my waist, and his stares are warm until his hand moves down, too close to my butt. My breath seizes, and I release breathing heavily.A step, I miss and step on his shoes. "You gotta let me lead, Love," he says, giggling so
The night of your wedding, even as a king, is terrifying. Isabelle had left with her maids to change while I waited in my chambers. Lee seems a little more terrified than I am."The sheets," he said worriedly. I sigh softly, sitting on the wooden chair at the centre of the room. The table was filled with fruits, drinks, wine, and more. It's not like we didn't have any at the party; I was already filled up, but the strawberries on the table seemed to be hand-plucked by Noami, and it's just as sweet and fresh.Lee is constantly smoothing the bedsheets. I had a plan of how I wanted my night to go with Isabelle, and I had no intention of forcing her to do anything she wouldn't want to. It was terrifying, but I had other plans to execute."I had Kia, her headmaid, bring some of her wash, and you wouldn't want to send her off after -" he paused, and I choked, coughing and banging on my chest."Are you insane?" I ask, but he smiles instead."You're a married man now. You shouldn't be shy," G
Last night was successful, but it's morning now, and she probably hates me more for deceiving her. Or she's probably looking for me right now. My heart skips when my study room opens. Goodness, it's Kesem."Can't you knock?" I ask, and he sighs, and his shoulders sag in disbelief. I can see the disappointment written over his face. "I am King, not you. What do you want?" I side-glance at him, but he takes a step closer."You left her in the middle of the night?" He says, and I know he means Isabelle. "Her? Well, her has a title," I glare and continue at my book."The maids are talking. People are talking," he says instead. "I am sure the lords are talking too," "I guess I should have been more careful leaving," I mutter and cross my legs on the table."How long do you plan on ignoring her?" "As long as I can, you're not here to speak to me about my wife, are you?" I slam my books, slightly irritated."Your Highness," he sighs."That's enough, Kesem, it's none of your business," "W
It's three weeks since the wedding, and I have no idea where Kyler sleeps because it's not with me. He makes everything complicated. He manages breakfast with me, but he never says anything. It's just me trying to talk to him. His lunch is not with me, and neither is his dinner. I have never felt so lonely, and sometimes I just want to have tea with him, but it's impossible. However, the kiss in his study room replays in my head every now and then—his hands around my body, my ass, my breast, my neck. God, I have never had anything like it. But he stopped when I needed more of his lips, tongue around my body. He had no idea how wet he made me and left me in the cold air."Damn him," I say, and Ayn looks at me. She's painting my toenails. I am tired, so tired of this treatment. I have literally everything I ask for and basically nothing to do. Kyler made it possible. He gives me literally anything I ask for, but not him. Whenever he kisses me, it makes me dizzy, and my body tensed and
Amid this tension. I somehow managed to sleep off after silent kisses and giggles. It felt warm having to sleep beside him. I feel like we understand each other. But I shouldn't. He makes my head spin, and my heart races whenever he touches me. His words imprint themselves in my soul.He tells me— I am sweet, lovely, and beautiful. I have never been told those words. It feels genuine because he can't seem to stop kissing my forehead after words like that drop a bomb in my heart.I am half asleep when my door opens, and giggles follow afterwards. Kyler's hold around me loosens. "Your Majesty!" I hear Ayn, "Shussh," Kyler says and looks at me. My eyes open. Ayn and Betty's heads are almost touching the ground as they bow."Hey," he calls gently. His voice hoarse and raspy. I inhaled sharply, and he leaaned to kiss my forehead. His soft lips finally imprint a kiss. Gosh, I wish I could wake up this way every morning."We didn't mean to interrupt," Ayn says, "It is fine, and you can lea
"Let me go!" Victoria groans as the guards pin her down. We are in her bedroom; it's dirty and dusty, and there's little sunlight. "I didn't do it," she grins.I can barely sit anywhere, so I stand and watch the female guards torture her. She's screaming and laughing despite the pain they cause her."I said I didn't do it, ask your whore, I didn't touch her!" She screams even more. The beating hardens. The more she calls Isabelle names, the more they don't give her a break."Kyler?" I hear Isabelle bang the door hard, and when they don't open it, she hits even harder. "Kyler, please!" She begs. Kesem had just one job to keep her away. "She didn't do it. I cut myself by mistake, and I did it! It wasn't her fault, pleaseee," she cries, making me uncomfortable. "That's enough," I say, and the ladies stop. "Touch her again, and you won't have a life," I warn. Blood is pouring out of her mouth and her nose, and she has a bruise on her head side.The door opens, and she gets up. She loo
"Your Majesty?" Words echo in my head, and it's getting louder, "Your Majesty?" I blink, looking around. "Are you okay, Sire?" Lord Bane asks, and I inhale deeply. "Isa -" I pause, clear my throat. I realise the lords are still sitting, and Isabelle isn't anywhere here. I blink harder. All this while, it had just been my imagination. Gosh, she's killing me."Is something wrong?" He asks. "Yes, everything," my voice cracks. I should probably go see her. I got it immediately. Maybe a picnic? She's probably waiting for me to come to her. The moment I stand, they all stare at me. "If you excuse me, I'd leave first," I say and stop. "A feast," I say and shake my head, "A tournament? That's a right, a tournament," I say, unable to explain to them, and I quickly walk out of the room. The moment the door opens. Nale— another brave knight of mine - walks with me."Where's she?" I ask, and he looks confused. "Isabelle," "Your chambers, having tea," He replies."Thank you," I tell him and wal
It isn't evident having to be the person in between. Kyler was right; Lakes wasn't really happy, and Victoria had tried to sell me off once. I only assumed it was her mistake, and I believed she regretted it afterwards. Maybe that's what I wanted to think. You whore, I should have killed you when I had the chance," Victoria's words replayed. That was her first move when she saw me as Kyler's bride. "How dare you? How dare you! A low life like you, of course, you deserve death," she said, gripping my hair and pulling me further into the room. "You're sorry? Then die!" Kia tapped me, and I caught my consciousness. I exhaled deeply and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Of course, I remembered Kyler, but he never told me he was a king. He said he was the prince's servant, and then he was a prince. However, I believed him, and I explained everything and the reason I ran away. I thought I trusted him. I told him how Victoria planned to sell me off to some traders, and I ran because