The bushes along the palace walls rustle the black silhouette in them, crawling on its knees. The cat eyes scan through the palace grounds, keeping a close look on the Queen, and her now concubine. The silhouette shuffles, the rustle blending with the wind, as the person climbs towards the west wing of the palace. The west wing is full of secrets. Dirty secrets from the royals, and their ancestors. The same black silhouette makes its way down through the grey, brown walls walking to the room at the farthest right corner. Wood creeks open, the moon casting its silver over the person sitting in the middle. The wine glass shines with clear liquid, as the stench of lavender and lilies fills the room rendering anyone heady. “What’s the news?”, the person in the middle croons, tapping their pinky nail on the glass. A naked body lies beside, covered with whip marks, tied with leather straps to the bedframe, almost lifeless on the sheets. “No… No news. They were just talking about Evander
I lie on the bed draped in a transparent white gown that leaves very little to the imagination. The sweetheart neckline cuts low popping almost half of my breast out, as the thigh-high cuts on both ends fall away from my legs. I prop on my elbows twisting my body in a slow sensual turn, lying on my stomach. My cheeks rest on the linen sheet, the slight red tint on them transferring to the sheets. I run my lips on my bottom lip, curling them in my mouth to leave a shiny layer of moisture, as my eyes follow Max around the room. He lights the candles letting the light from them fill the room, of my east chambers. Raising my legs, I curl my toes gulping through the rising heat. The muscles in his back flex, with my every moment, and even though he pretends not to care, the protruding veins in his neck tell me he is aware of my presence in the room. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Crickets buzz in the surroundings as I
The feel of her lips and her taste still lingers in my mouth after twelve hours of sleep. Last night was undoubtedly the best day, night, month, year of my life, and I want to shout to the world that the Queen they all admire belongs to me just me. I look at Adria lying on her bed, in nothing but her long night slip dress. Last night, she passed out between our kisses, and I carried her in here as my desires ached to wake her up and hold her in my arms forever. And as if the deities are playing a game, she looks ethereal today. Beautiful than she had ever been. Her cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on the clear texture of her skin. I prop on my elbow taking in her features, tracing them down my fingers memorizing them in every muscle. Like I can sculpt her even with my eyes closed. I draw my thumb over her bottom lip, as it escapes - bouncing, hitting over her top lip, and my head spins in ecstasy. My head is unable to wrap around the truth t
Max was not joking about the concubine rules. I checked the files we signed, and the rule was overtly mentioned in one of the hundred pages that were placed to protect the rights of the concubines and to make sure they deserve a proper status from every person in the kingdom. I frown at the papers in my hand, as the statement of the rule taunts me. But what affects me the most is the cunning smile of Max standing beside me as he peeks through the writings. I squint my eyes, elbowing him in the stomach, as he groans with pain attracting the attention of both Lycan and Azrael sitting on the opposite side of the room. I roll my eyes at the setup or the game that fate likes to play with me. When I thought everything will be going all right between me and Max, now that I have confessed - we are determined to fall in love with each other all over again. I don't regret it. In fact, I love the idea of loving each other without any underlying reasons, or force, but Max has taken this punishm
The folds of the lake shimmer, as small fairy lamps, illuminate the area with golden glitter. And as the orange in the sky blends with the gray hue, the light slowly blends with the air reaching every small corner across the lake. People flood in amidst the chants of the monk, placing the small fairy lamps in pristine circles to create a safe circle to bless the auspicious day with their wishes and blessings. Looking from afar, tucked in the chambers the entire place looks prepared for someone who is about to marry and dedicate their entire lives to someone, something to signify love, and purity. But all the fuss is about the acceptance and the binding of a person to a royal. Even if it means they lose everything they have. The ritual of bathing was created to ensure that both the people remain untouched by anyone outside for the next five days, and all the body must feel is the presence and the love from the person in the bond. Well, the irony of the situation- nothing about the bo
I walk down the road scattering its golden dust on my feet, the white silk on my gown conflicting, and blending the shades of silver. The path turns narrower, shedding one person each behind my back as we move forward until all that is left is me walking to the center of the lake. My toes dip on the edge of the lake, as it clutches onto the warmth seeping through the fairy lamps, but as I walk forward through the folds of silver the water turns cold sending shivers through me in the cold night. Spectators watch me through the end of thirty -six circles, as heads tip-toe above each other to get a view of the ceremony. I take a deep breath through the chill of the water, as the monk on the edge tells me to stand in the coinciding hexagons. He chants verses, blessings, and prayers, as I dip myself in the water until it reaches my chest. “Dip your head in the water. This will wash you off every touch that you have had until now.”, the monk says, and I dip inside the water. The water sl
I turn on my heels, raising the bottle in the air to hit the person when the bottle gets caught in mid-air, as a hand covers my mouth. My eyes widen in disbelief, as I shrug away from the grasp of Max, standing in front. “Why the hell are you sneaking around?”, I whisper under my breath. His eyes travel on my naked form, tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He gulps, the intensity of it making it audible between the four walls, and I smirk. I place a finger under his chin, tracing his jaw to make him lookup. The green in his eyes turned dark with lust, as I felt the heat in them peeking behind his lashes. “Like what you see”, I say moving closer. His hands snake around my waist, as they burn through my skin at the touch and he pulls me in. My breasts touch his chest, the metal on it pressing cold against my skin. My head dips back at the sensation, as I curl my lips into my mouth to stop from making any sound. Snaking his other arm around my neck, he brings my lips closer t
Ok! Sincere apology from your author. Firstly, the book will be on hold for the next 15 days because your author will be tucked in the corners of a small village. I and my friends from college are doing social work for an underprivileged town, and there is no electricity and even no network. So, I will be stepping back for a while to help the people. But don't worry, I won't stop writing and finish as much of the story as I can in my free time to give you full updates as soon as I return. Till then please hang on and support this author. Love.