"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 breath as he got closer, and his hands touched my cheek. "You, Isabelle... I own you" he lifted my chin, and my eyes locked in his.Silence, my ears went quiet, there was no sound whatsoever, and even though his lips said something, I could barely hear."I think you're mistaken... I am not-" he cut in."Mistaken? I don't think I have ever been mistaken, Isabelle," my brows furrowed, confusion washed through me. What was this man saying? Even a King can be mistaken, and right now, he was that king that was mistaken."Hold on," I shook my head, "I mean... that can't happen. It's not possible," I exclaimed."Well, I am King, I think it is," he said. I shifted my gaze to him. His pride is disgusting. "Your glaring, Isabelle,""I'd never marry you. I'd never betray my mistress," I said, watching him take a seat. He took his goblet, taking a sip. I could see the tiny smirk at the corner of his lips."That's not your choice to make. It's mine..." Kyler said as soon as I finished.My body vibrated at the realisation. I needed to see my mistress. I needed to talk to my queen. Or perhaps I needed to. I gasped when my back hit the door, "Flee," I whispered.I turned around and pushed the door open. Seventy-five days inside a fancy room was my preparation to marry King Kyler, the dress, milk bath, rose bath, jewellery, expensive materials, and my hair brushed. The meals were all because I was his bride. I blinked my eyes, confused. I had no idea where I was going or where my mistress was. I lifted my dress and headed left when his strong arms gripped my wrist."Your Majesty," I looked at the man beside me, but his gaze was on Kyler. He released me, I couldn't wait a second, and I ran through the hallway."Where are you going?" I asked myself this question countless times. I just needed to get away, far away from him and his kingdom I couldn't commit such treason.Even though Lakes didn't exist, I couldn't. I couldn't betray my mistress. My ribs were already aching from my intense breathing while I ran.I paused, taking a look around the door. I remember that golden door, the entrance door. I continued holding out my dress, I reached further, and my heartbeat increased. I was close, close to leaving this place. I could never marry Kyler.The door closed, shut against my face. I stopped, gasping for air at the same time staring around. What happened? My mouth shook, and words barely came out."Get her," I heard and turned towards the voice. There he was, Kyler, standing confidently by the window. He whispered something to the man beside him before walking away as his men rushed towards me."No! No!" I yelled, turned around and began to bang on the door, "Please let me out!" I cried, screaming at the top of my voice, begging whoever had shut the door.I felt a hand around me before I blacked out. Pain, I had no idea how I had blacked out, but when my eyes opened, I returned to my room. The sizeable fancy room I was locked in and pampered in. Gosh, I hated it more, knowing my mistress should have been here. What would my people say, what would his people say, what would everyone say?"I see you're up", the familiar voice echoed around the room. I turned in the direction of the voice. Kyler. "You are quite stubborn for a maid," he said.I remained silent and looked away. Probably staring at the white wood over my head,"I'd have them change you," he said, got up and headed for the door."I need to see my mistress," I said. I stopped. It took a while before turning back to me."Whatever you want," he replied. I could sense the coldness in his voice, almost like he didn't care."Anything I want?" My voice was soft, I shifted my gaze to him, and his eyes had no emotion, none at all, still, cold, red."You are going to be Queen, my Queen, and you can have whatever you want,""I want to be free... no!" I whispered, and my voice cracked. I held back the flood of tears, "Let my mistress be Queen," I begged, tears streaking down my cheek."You should rest, your-" his brows furrowed, "Your mistress would be here," he said through his gritted teeth.Kyler continued, heading towards the door. It opened before he could even come close, and once he walked out. The door closed against me again, and my eyes caught the flat ceiling over my head. I covered my eyes with my palm, and wailing was all I could do. Maybe miraculously, he would hear my desperate voice and attend to it.The door opened, and I looked back at it. My mistress walked in, Queen Victoria. She stood right before the door, hands crossed, her head held high, and her eyes fixed on the ceiling. I never summoned her. I could never summon her. I only wanted to see her.I pushed the thick duvet away, fell to the floor on my knees, and crawled to her."Yo-Y-Your... Ma-jes," I stammered, my lips shaking controllable, my hands vibrating on my knees. She looked down at me.Her eyes filled with rage, and her lips tightened. But my eyes lowered to her feet. She had rough feet, her skin looked dry, and her clothing, the pink gown, was slightly wet. I felt bitter knowing she was either an enslaved person or a maid while I looked so pampered. Here was her place, and seeing her this way, guilt hovered over my tender heart.Gazed up at her, "I-I-i..." I swallowed, "I- I deserve to die!" I yelled, bursting out in tears, "I deserve death. Your-" My words didn't leave my mouth when a brutal slap landed on my cheek."You whore, I should have killed you when I had the chance," She said. Fear gripped my soul, and shivers ran through my spine. I had never seen her this furious. Her chest went up and down at her intense breathing, and goosebumps covered my skin instantly. I lowered my gaze. "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!" My eyes caught her hands raised high in the air with a small pocket knife ready at me.Of course, death... I'd gladly die at her hand.Being king isn't always fun. There was everything I needed, but there wasn't always spare time cause in my spare time, I took classes from Kesem.Kesem and I had always been close. His father was the former general for my father, and now he was my general. Kesem was the best swordsman Yodora had and the best Archer."Well, well, if it isn't the very famous King," He said as he saw me approach. I ignored him and walked to get my bow and arrow, and a quiet sigh escaped my lips."I guess you've heard," I turned to him. Kesem lowered his bow and chuckled briefly before walking to where I stood."You captured a Kingdom, chose the Queen's servant instead of the Queen, and you expect her to be so pleased, I'd have splashed you my wine instead," He said, laughed, but began to move backwards when I threatened to stab with my arrow. "I was only being truthful. You're quite an asshole, Your Majesty," he finished.I took a deep breath and remained silent. "Maybe you're right, but -" "There's no '
When I opened my eyes, I was in the same fancy room. I didn't die after all. Kyler's people rushed in when they heard Victoria scream. It's a little disappointing. My death would have meant Kyler marrying Victoria, but somehow, I am grateful to be alive. How selfish. I took a deep breath and tried to sit up, but my sides hurt, and I let out a low, soft growl."Your Highness," I heard. The voice startled me. It was Ayn. She immediately rushed to me, and behind her was Betty. "Call Doctor Kim," she said to Betty, and she nodded, leaving the room before I could stop her."You didn't have to," I said, my lips dry, I swallowed, and I laid back. Each time I tried to speak, I felt the pain at my side. "I'm sorry, Your Highness," Ayn said, bowing, hands crossed at her front. "I should have known better," she fell to her knees, which startled me, "I promise to protect you and never leave your side," she said.Her action reminded me of when I said the exact words to Queen Victoria. My breath s
"Marry me," I said, brows raised, accompanied by a smirk. "Marry me, Isabelle. Then I'd spare her,"I wasn't expecting her to say yes. And, of course, she didn't. She laughed. She's unpredictable. Who would have thought she would laugh? She was begging with tears, but I guess I made her laugh.She paused and groaned, holding her side. Ah, her wound, I didn't remember that. She took a deep breath and glared at me. Oh my goodness, I forced myself not to take a step backwards. She looked like she was going to nod to me.What can I say? She looked extremely beautiful when angry but a burst of sunshine when she smiled."Why should I? It would be best if you married Queen Victoria, don't get me wrong. I didn't come here to strike a deal. I am just asking you not to behead her. She has done nothing wrong," she said. I couldn't believe my ears. Wasn't she begging seconds ago? Somehow, this lady leaves me speechless."That was an option. You need to do something for me to let her go, I don't w
Who thought he would kiss me back? His hands around me feel so strong, and I have no idea why I can't break this kiss. Each step he takes causes me to move backwards until I rest against the table. His hands leave my waist to my neck, pulling me closer. He tastes like the wine he had, making my head spin the way he holds me. Every move, his lips against mine, soft yet demanding, and when he takes a breath, he inhales me. It makes me drunk, dizzy. The way he pulls on my lips, taking me. I don't want him to stop, but he does.He places his hands on my head, holding me gently. He swallows, and his eyes meet mine. "You should rest. It's late," his voice is raspy as he tries to catch his breath."Your-" I stop when he glares at me. I thought he was going to give me a reply."Goodnight, Isabelle," he licks his lips slightly, turns around, heading towards the door, it opens, and he disappears. I swallow, resting on the table. WHEN I ARRIVE in my room, Ayn and Betty are standing by the door.
Marrying a king the following day was absurd, but it was happening. I was walking down the aisle to the king of a mighty nation. Who thought that would ever happen to me, me becoming queen and Victoria becoming a royal guest? He looked more nervous than I was when he reached for my hands. I took them, and he pulled me gently to stand before him."You look stunning, heavenly," He mouthed, but I stared at him instead. I could never tell him how breathtaking he looked in that tuxedo. His brow hair was styled perfectly, adding to his charming look.Charming, yes. This man was the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, so fine. And whenever he complimented me, it made my heart skip. "Do you take Kyler Castiel to be your loving husband, in sickness and health..." Word faded, and I began searching for Victoria in the crowd. I found her staring at me."Hey," Kyler's finger brushed mine, and I looked back at him, "Just me, nothing to worry about," he whispered. "Yes, I do," I said, staring int
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