Every day followed the same monotonous routine for the pair. The first rays of sunlight would awaken Killian , accompanied by Yifa 's gentle calls urging him to rise and prepare for the day ahead. However, unbeknownst to Yifa , Killian had already been awake for quite some time, plagued by a barrage of unanswered questions that prevented him from slipping into a deep slumber.In his heart, Killian held a growing suspicion that Yifa 's claims of them being mates were fabricated. The absence of meaningful communication and her apparent disinterest in discussing their shared experiences reinforced this doubt. Yifa 's behavior seemed as though nothing of significance had occurred between them, yet fleeting glimpses of anguish and remorse occasionally flickered in her eyes. Killian yearned to believe that these emotions stemmed from an affection she had developed for him, but deep down, he knew that it was more likely a reflection of her realization that his feelings were not reciprocat
The dynamics between the two individuals remained unchanged as time passed, transitioning from days to weeks and months. They had grown accustomed to their peculiar relationship. Killian had taken it upon himself to avoid direct eye contact with her and would only communicate when giving her orders. He had made it his personal mission to torment her and make her life miserable.Killian harbored bitterness within him and found it difficult to let go of what had transpired. He despised the fact that someone like her, a mere rogue, had nearly deceived him into believing they were destined mates. Determined to teach her a lesson, Killian was determined to demonstrate the consequences of deceiving a king and show her the challenges she would face by opposing him.On the contrary, Yifa adopted a different approach. She constantly sought eye contact with Killian , hoping he could perceive the sincerity and longing in her gaze. She would ask him questions designed to prolong their conversatio
In defiance of Killian 's instructions to summon another guard to accompany Yifa to the recent King, Jacob adamantly insisted on staying by her side. Though Jacob remained silent, Yifa sensed his concern for her as she caught him stealing glances at her from the corner of his eyes. It warmed her heart to know that someone like Jacob cared about her, yet she couldn't shake the guilt of harboring feelings that should have been reserved solely for her true mate.Regrettably, her true mate did not reciprocate her affections. Yifa had long accepted the reality that Killian held an aversion towards her, for reasons she couldn't quite fathom, though she had her suspicions lurking in the depths of her mind. Despite her concerns about the potential consequences Jacob might face, she yearned for a moment of selfishness, desiring someone to provide solace for her even at the expense of another's punishment. Just this once, she craved the presence of a companion by her side."Are you absolutely c
"May I ask who you are?" inquired the aged and feeble King, observing Yifa with a discerning gaze. Suppressing her inner trepidation, she endeavored to maintain a composed facade."I am a member of the staff here," Yifa replied with modesty. Uncertain whether she should disclose her true identity as the enslaved servant of the King's own son, she contemplated the potential reactions. Would the King derive satisfaction from his son's growing strength, or would he be disillusioned by his offspring's actions?Nonetheless, Yifa realized that such concerns were inconsequential, for Killian had transcended his father's legacy and become a superior ruler. In realms where his predecessor had faltered, he initiated transformations and advancements. Possessing unwavering determination and courage, Killian never abandoned endeavors that he knew would enhance the kingdom and benefit its inhabitants.Killian 's vision extended beyond self-interest; he perpetually considered the impact of his dec
"Didn't I explicitly warn you to stay away from me?!" Benedict bellowed furiously, his face reddening with rage this time.Paying little attention to the discomfort in her rear, Yifa slowly rose to her feet. She would address her pain later; at the moment, she had to confront the irate elder standing before her."I understand, Your Majesty, but it was evident that you required aid. I cannot simply stand by and witness your suffering," Yifa responded with a touch of irritation in her tone.This despicable man! Yifa was certain that he was well aware of his need for help, yet he deliberately refrained from expressing gratitude. His pride and prejudice against her rogue status prevented him from seeking assistance.Benedict's mind froze at the rogue's defiant answer. It was unprecedented for anyone to dare to disobey his orders, regardless of his current difficulties. Most individuals would simply revel in the sight of a former king's suffering, finding twisted satisfaction in it.Since
Killian's unwavering focus on his mission prevented him from noticing the swift, crimson blur that rounded the corner and collided with him. Reacting quickly, he extended his hands to steady the unexpected intruder against his chest. As he took a closer look at the person, he discovered it was none other than Amaya Bark, his cherished childhood companion, accompanied by Black .In their earlier years, Amaya had been characterized by her glasses and braces, but Killian took great pride in witnessing her remarkable transformation. Her once unruly red locks now cascaded elegantly, radiating a silky luster. The removal of her glasses unveiled a pair of captivating emerald eyes, leaving everyone spellbound. And to top it off, her teeth, now flawlessly aligned, granted her the gift of a dazzling smile."Killian ! I've missed you!" Amaya exclaimed, enveloping him in a tight embrace that conveyed her genuine affection.Returning the embrace with equal fervor, Killian reveled in the comforting
Yifa noticed the peculiar glances she received as she strolled down the hallway, but it didn't come as a surprise. She was well aware that her behavior was far from ordinary. With each skip and jump, accompanied by a joyful hum, Yifa made her way towards the chambers of Killian 's father, King Benedict.Deep down, Yifa understood that her exuberance was out of place. After all, she was already an adult, and this meeting was not with a particularly significant or special person in her life. She acknowledged this truth, sincerely she did. Yet, despite her knowledge, she couldn't shake off the lightness in her heart, knowing that she had the power to bring happiness to others, especially those burdened by suppressed emotions.Yifa often pondered why she felt compelled to assist people, even when they never asked for her help. Since her days as a rogue, acquiring various skills and knowledge, she had always been eager to aid those in need, often sacrificing her own happiness in the proces
In the midst of King Benedict's relentless shouting, a woman with vibrant, fiery red hair abruptly entered the room. Yifa caught a fleeting glimpse of the red blur, but her attention remained consumed by the King's fury. While Yifa understood the King's anger, she couldn't help but feel unjustly treated. True, she was a rogue, but she was striving to change. The King should not generalize and assume that all rogues are identical, for they are not.Within the realm of rogues, there were those who willingly embraced the path of rebellion, but there were also those who had no choice but to become rogues. Some had lost their packs, while others were wrongly accused by their own kin. Yifa belonged to the latter group. Her pack and family were tragically torn apart by a war they had no involvement in, yet they were falsely accused, and their annihilation went unnoticed, as if it were inconsequential, in the dead of night."Father! Are you okay?" The sudden voice snapped Yifa out of her own