it is as if he waits for me to fall asleep before slipping away!Staring at the ceiling, I am not truly seeing anything interesting. Then, I hear heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. I know it is not Diana; her steps are light and unhurried, and she wouldn't be here so late at night.I hold my breath, refraining from making any noise that might disrupt my hearing. The footsteps draw closer to the door, and the next sound is the slow turn of the doorknob. I gaze at the door, anticipation building in the quiet of the night.In this moment, I realize that my day has been dull since the moment I woke up. From the first minute of the day, I had to make choices for the Spring Festival. Meanwhile, my mind was preoccupied with the impending arrival of Vallen and Daniel. In other words, I have not had peace throughout the day.I had lunch without someone needling me from across the table. I took a shower alone. I sat and made choices befitting the queen that I am. But none of it left me truly
The rush of my blood echoes in my veins, a rhythmic pulse syncing with the intoxicating dance of his lips. My mouth becomes a desert, aching for the quenching touch of his. Heat spreads like wildfire, igniting an inferno that engulfs every morsel of my exposed skin. I find myself caught in a tempest of longing, where each breath is laden with the promise of sweet surrender.Liam unzips his pants, and the fact that I am just imagining it, not seeing it, makes the experience more exciting.“you are so mine.” he says, caressing my ass.“I am yours,” I say, groaning, not necessarily because I am your possession, but because, right now, I do not belong to anyone else. I do not even belong to myself.He slides his knees between mine, positioning himself behind me, slowly placing his cock on my body. I part his legs, accepting his wide, thick length expanding me. One of his hands holds my waist, the other caresses my back.A moan slowly leaves my lips as every inch of him enters me. As we
As we swayed in the dance, the flickering lights from the bonfire casting a mesmerizing glow on us, Allan approached with a cautious step, sensing the delicacy of the moment."King Liam," he softly interjected.Liam, with a slight retreat, loosened his grip on me, allowing our hands to linger in the air. Allan's subtle head shake spoke volumes, an unspoken message that etched worry across his features."Prepare the carriage. We will return to the castle soon," Liam's voice broke the enchantment of our dance.Confusion clouded my expression as Allan made his exit, leaving me to face Liam's unreadable gaze. "What just happened? Why are we going back?"Liam's fingers slipped away from mine, and a subtle furrow appeared on his brow. "I am going back. You do not have to leave now if you do not want to, dear. Stay until the end of the festival. it is good for the people to witness the presence of one of their rulers."A puzzling realization settled in, and I questioned, "But why do you hav
"Indeed, there are intricacies to delve into as the days unfold," Daniel remarked, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He gracefully poured rich wine into three glasses, the deep hues mirroring the complex negotiations we navigated.With a lift of his glass, Daniel proposed, "A toast to the king, the kingdom, and the triumphant culmination of our collective efforts — may prosperity and unity continue to flourish." The sentiment resonated as we raised our glasses in unison."A toast," I affirmed, the clinking of glass against glass sealing our shared accomplishment. Setting the glasses down, I leaned forward with genuine curiosity. "Now, share more insights about the intricacies of the ink extraction agreement, Morphez. Your firsthand account will provide a deeper understanding than any written correspondence."Daniel took a sip of his wine before elaborating on the ink extraction agreement. "it is a comprehensive deal. Minerva will exclusively provide us with their ink resources, en
Vallen would never understand, and I would never know how to explain the depth of my relationship with Dali."But..." Vallen is left momentarily speechless.Vallen's eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now reflect a subdued sadness. The light that used to dance within them seems dimmed, and her features carry the weight of realization. it is as if a veil of disappointment has descended, casting a shadow over the enthusiasm she once had. "I am sorry you did not read the letters. I told you about Daliah and the wedding," I express, my tone carrying a mix of understanding and regret."There's no need to apologize, Liam. You were honest, and we had an agreement. I knew the risk. I just did not expect...""I could find her," I interject, completing her unfinished thought."Yes, I did not expect it. But I am happy for you. I mean, it is your mate. You must have something special," Vallen's words are sincere, even if they are tinged with a hint of sadness. In that moment, the visible melan
Daniel walks further into the garden, and I follow him, the raindrops forming a gentle melody around us. As we continue our conversation, the topic veers toward his experiences on Minerva."I had a lot of work and few parties," Daniel jests, eliciting a smile from me. The ambiance of the garden, with its fragrant blossoms and the rhythmic sound of rain, creates a serene backdrop to our exchange."What about..." I begin, but the words trail off. I find myself hesitating, realizing that Vallen's affairs are not within my purview.Daniel's expression shifts, perhaps sensing the unspoken question lingering about Vallen. He pauses for a moment, and I decide to sidestep the potentially sensitive topic."Vallen?" Daniel prompts, and I respond with a shy wave.As we continue our stroll, the rain gradually subsides, leaving behind a tranquil night. Daniel's gaze seems to transcend the present moment as he recalls, "She spent a lot of time in the library." He looks up, delving into memories. "S
As the seconds ticked by, the weight of unspoken words and unanswered questions became palpable. The air seemed to vibrate with our unexpressed emotions, creating a stifling environment that begged for release. It was a moment frozen in time, a tableau of emotional turmoil that demanded resolution."I am not okay, Daliah. I am angrier than I seem, and I do not want to continue this argument with you. So, no, not now. Get out of my way of your own accord," Liam says, his voice laced with a hint of restrained fury."Then do it, Liam," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sadness. The tears start to fall, tracing silent paths down my cheeks. "Get me out of your way and leave the room. Leave me alone, crying for you. Go wherever you spend your nights and let me sleep alone again."The room feels heavy with unspoken words and the unrelenting tension between us. Every word is a struggle, each tear a silent plea for understanding. I watch Liam, waiting for a response
I turned back to face her, inquiring, "What is it?""Yesterday, when you extended the invitation, I sensed something in you. I felt your honesty and the goodness in your heart. I was not entirely sure, but I decided to bring something. I am glad I did because you've truly proven yourself to be good," she confessed with sincerity."Did you bring me something?" I inquired gently, a mixture of happiness and surprise evident in my voice."Yes," she responded, drawing closer as if about to share a secret. "Extend your hand, please," she whispered, as though our interaction was a confidential affair.I extended my hand, curious about her gift.Damaris took a pink crystal from her pocket and cradled our hands around the stone. A sense of genuine surprise and gratitude washed over me as Damaris revealed the delicate pink crystal."When you please the spirits of the forest, freely and with a good heart, without expecting anything in return, the spirits become your debtors. You are good, Daliah