888 word(s) Published 111   "My nightmares were filled with Declan. That was why I couldn't sleep."   She did say it then. "I'm sorry, my king."   They reached the chair they'd once sat on, four weeks ago. To Danika, it felt like ages since the king brought her here before.   When he lowered himself to the wooden chair, she sat beside him, putting some distance between them.   They stared out of the river. In the middle of the night, the water was almost still. There were so many waves, no tumbling. Just the beautiful sight of water beneath the dark clouds of the night.   Then, he wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He lowered his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.   "Let us be like this... Just for tonight." He groaned.   The tension left her body and sh

 903 word(s)Published114 "Guards." King Lucien called calmly, never one to raise his voice. The door opened and Zariel entered. Chad has been scarce lately because he is preparing for his marriage. He made a mental note to have some private time with his friend slash helper since childhood, one of these days. "Your Highness." He bowed his head. "Tell Princess Kamara, I summon her." "Your wish is my command, Your Highness." He turned and hurried out of the door. The king parked up his well-written scrolls and got up from his chair. He walked into his library, towards the left end of the shelf where he has his last written scrolls all lined up. He took his time arranging it according to date of when they were written for easy access and identification. He filling in the

  801 word(s) Published 116   As Danika read through the book, the felt all the color drain from her face. Her hands became sweaty and her throat went dry like sandpaper.   Oh...Creator! No, please, it can't be...   Most of these signs and symptoms here, she has them. All these while, she'd thought that she was sick because of the King's coldness towards her and his upcoming marriage to Princess Kamara.   But...   She swallowed tightly. No, no, she can't be pregnant. No, there's a mistake somewhere.   Madamn Baski had told her that she can't get pregnant because of the herbs she'd gave her on her second night with the king.   So, there's just no way that she's pregnant!   "Danika, you just can't be...!" She consoled herself in a whispered. It's all a coincidence. It just can't be...!

 834 word(s)Published118 Baski was picking herbs with her daughter. Remeta was happy all day. Her expression was cheerful and bright. That was how it's been for few weeks now. It gives Baski a special kind of joy. Today, they were picking new fallen leaves. All of a sudden, Remeta let go of her bowl and it fell to the ground. Her eyes went wide and she began crying. A loud distressed cry filled with so much pain. "Remeta! Remeta!" Baski dropped her own bucket and ran to her. Remeta's eyes remained wild, she stared at the space in front of her unseeingly. "No, no, no!" She was crying. She was shaking her head. Baski was filled with pain and panic at the sight. What is wrong with her daughter? She grabbed hold of Remeta's arms and shook her roughly. "What is it, Remeta?

 Vetta was having so much happiness as she remained in Karandy's house. She might not be at the market, but she didn't need to be.She could hear the angry screams of the women even all the way from here. They are beating Danika up so badly.Vetta giggled. She doesn't know what feels better right now... A good orgasm? Or the certainty that her plan is going so damn well?"You look so happy, mistress." Karandy's voice came behind her."Oh, yes. I'm so so so happy. This is the best thing that has ever happened in a long time. I don't know why I did not think of this plan all these while. The people... Damn, they hate her a lot." She drawled happily."Yes, they do. I'm sure they'll even burn her alive. It hasn't happened in ages but then again, all thieves aren't King Cone's daughter."You're right. Will they burn her?" Vetta thought about it, "It'll feel so good if they do... Put a stop to her once and for all. I almost feel pity