[ IN WHICH SHE PUTS AN END TO A FATAL LOVE TRIANGLE, OR SO SHE THOUGHT ] In the silence, I turn my body in Sin's direction. As a reaction to my movements, several wolves snarl angrily, but I don't let that stop me. With one foot in front of the other, I proceed towards the King of Alkhemi. A look of shock consumes his facial features, and then after, his lips begin to stretch slowly into a smile. His grey eyes peer staight into mine, and for a second, it feels as though everyone else around us disappear into dust.No Kingdom. No war. No Rome. Just us. But it can never be that way; for it is written in the stars that the Lycan King will eventually tug at my heartstrings and get my pulses racing. It has been written in the stars that I will love him as much as I love Sin. It has been written in the stars that I will be torn between the two men when making this decision. And it has come to pass. The Lycan King. My breath hitches as I think about him. The thought of him alone does t

[ IN WHICH SHE PREPARES TO BE QUEEN ] The mirror in front of me reflects a clear image of my true self. A Queen. My gaze settles on the shiny, glass surface that has been coated with a metal amalgam. The view from behind is reflected upon it, and I see the maids gathering around me with several clothing accessories in their hands. A surcoat designed with colors has been laid to the side, waiting to be worn by me. The surcoat carries the various colors of Alkhemi's flag, which is green and ivory white, with little smudges of black. The surcoat will be worn when I get introduced as Queen to the soldiers. RIght now, the maids get busy, dressing me in a beautiful, long, lilac dress— almost white, but not quite. Its fabric is soft against my olive skin, and the color of the dress compliments the melanin in my skin. The maids have been working hard since the crack of dawn to prepare me, their future Queen of Alkhemi for the Coronation. They are all excited for today's activities. And it

[A Maiden…]Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live this life. I would rather live a quiet life in a far away land with twelve cats. I never wanted to live in an enormous castle, battling my feelings for two Kings. But the choice has never been mine.[A Queen…]Once a maiden. Now, a Queen. The Queen of Alkhemi. Or should I call myself the Queen of Not

warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden is marked mature, because of the following reasons; explicit sexual scenes, sensual content and mature language.[ IN WHICH SHE IS OWNED BY HER KING ] With the blindfold on, I can't see a thing. Only feel. “Why were you sad?” I hear Sin speak as he parts my thighs, exposing my cunt. “I do not like it whenever a frown is on that pretty face of yours.” He runs an experienced finger down the smooth, damp skin leading to my opening. God, help me. I begin to pant as his touch makes the minute hairs on my skin stand up. His touch sends electricity to every nerve in my body and jolts them awake. Honestly, I have missed the way his fingers felt on my skin; I honestly can’t imagine how I managed to abstain from him this long. “Sorry, I made you sad, sweetheart.” He apologizes in an innocent voice, but there is a huge juxtaposition between everything he does and the tone in his voice. He lightly dances the pad of his finger against my pulsing clit,

[ IN WHCH SHE MEETS A NEW THREAT ] The leaves rustle against each other, motioned by the wind. The gentle swishing sounds reach my ears, reminding me of the essence of nature – the essence of the beautiful things that surround me. As I walk down the path where trees have been lined up on each sides, the muffled sound of leaves envelopes me. With how serene and calm the environment is, it promises that today will be a good day for me, despite the day starting off with negative affirmations in my head. Currently, I am outside of the Palace walls. I can’t call the Grand Alkhemi a Mansion anymore, for the King and Queen resides in it. It is a Palace. Our palace. The wind picks up, and I know the reason for this. The wind acknowledges the presence of Sin. The King. “Good morning, my queen.” I look ahead of me. Right there in the massive fields of grasses, Sin is stood there with two white horses behind him. With a gentle, excited smile on my face, I walk towards him, and the leaves fa