"Who are you?" Melech snarled as he came face to face with Emet right after leaving Azalia's quarters.The Lavan princess peeked from behind the King's shoulder to see who he was talking to, her body instinctively relaxing at the sight of her knight. Seeing a familiar face, someone she could trust, felt like a breath of fresh air after the intense interaction she had just had with Melech. It was relieving, except Melech didn't seem happy with Emet's sudden appearance."I'm the princess' personal guard." The half-Lavan half-Yarok knight said while holding Melech's gaze. It was his first time seeing the Adom King, and so Emet cautiously studied the man who had so blatantly disrespected Azalia yesterday while trying hard to contain his anger."Is that so?" Melech replied, his crimson eyes also taking in the sight of the knight before him. He had known Azalia had brought her personal guard with her, but clearly didn't like the thought of another man being this close to his future wife. Th
"I have to say, your personal guard truly is handsome." Shai said as she combed Azalia's long white hair, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips at the thought of the knight.As every morning, she and Temira were taking care of Azalia, helping her to bath and to get dressed. It had been a few days since Azalia had arrived in the Adom Kingdom, and the Lavan princess was slowly getting used to her new life. It was easier with Melech currently being too busy to see her, thus allowing her to relax, even if only a little. She was still in enemy's territory, after all. She hoped this calm would last but knew it was only a matter of time before Melech would ask to see her again..."Emet?" She asked in response to what Shai had just said and the Yarok intendant immediately nodded. "Yes, he must be almost as tall as the King." She continued to speak in an excited voice. "You're so lucky to have such a knight protecting you."Azalia couldn't deny the fact that Emet was handsome, because the white-hair
"Did the King tell you what he wanted with me?" Azalia asked Amos as they walked through the castle's long corridors. Emet hadn't been allowed to accompany them just like last time, and so Azalia was left alone with Amos."He didn't." He simply said in response to her question.They continued to walk in silence for a few moments, until Azalia started another conversation. "You know..." She began to speak, the Lavan princess unable to stay silent about the one thing that had been on her mind ever since she had seen Amos again. "I was sure your eyes were red the last time I saw you.""Oh." It seemed to take Amos by surprise, the black-haired man bringing a hand to his face as if wanting to verify the colour of his eyes. "You're a good observer, princess." He eventually told her with a smile. "I must have forgotten to change them to red today." And, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Amos' eyes turned back to their red colour."How?" That only managed to confuse Azalia eve
"I've already taken a bath this morning." Azalia told Melech in response to his offer. Or was it an order? It seemed to be the case, because Melech wouldn't accept no for an answer. "I don't care. You can take another one with me." He insisted, his hand still wrapped around Azalia's wrist. It allowed her to feel his emotions and, for what had to be the first time, Azalia didn't feel Melech's usual anger, wrath and chaos. Instead of these negative emotions, she could feel contentment, want and interest coming from him. Azalia didn't know what she preferred, because the way Melech was looking at her right now, crimson eyes boring into her soul, seemed to be even more dangerous. "I only take milk baths." She said, hoping it would make him drop the matter. "Do you really?" But it only amused him, one of his eyebrows going up at the thought of doing something as ridiculous as taking milk baths. "Yes. It's good for my skin." Azalia replied and Melech surprisingly let out a snort in respon
Azalia's steps were resonating in the large corridors of the Adom castle.The Lavan princess was heading to the library alone. She was supposed to wait for Emet but had decided to go without her knight today. She needed to be alone to gather her thoughts, even if only for a short moment.The truth was that Azalia was lost. The man she was supposed to marry didn't see her as anything more than someone to breed, a means to have some fun and to get a powerful heir. Azalia hated the situation she was in. She hated how Melech was treating her, as if she was just another woman among countless others.She deserved more than that. She wanted someone who loved her, someone who worshipped her, not someone who only called her when they needed to get off. It was humiliating and infuriating, something Azalia definitely wasn't used to.But, despite all of this, her body couldn't help but react to the King's touches...Melech had managed to arouse her when they had taken a bath together. Azalia hate
"You!" Emet yelled as he burst into the throne room, the knight violently pushing the large doors open on his way. "How dare you touch the princess with your filthy hands!" He furiously shouted at the Adom King.Said King was currently sitting on his throne with his general Onan and two of his counsellors standing before him. Azalia could recognise Leor, the man with black closely-shaved hair, and Tzilla, the woman with short curly hair she had quite liked during the last High Council.But now wasn't the time to remember their names. "Emet!" She let out a shocked gasp at her knight's words. "Cease this madness!" Emet must have hit his head somewhere to act in such a reckless way. Azalia was desperately trying to stop him and to make him leave the throne room, but Emet wasn't budging one bit as he intensely glared at the Adom King.That only seemed to amuse Melech, the King feeling unimpressed by Emet's sudden appearance. He had been discussing important matters with his counsellors bu
"Take off your clothes." Melech ordered in a dominant tone. They were back in the King's personal quarters, his crimson eyes locked on the Lavan princess standing before him.Said princess shuddered at Melech's words. She obeyed, her heart pounding inside her chest as she slowly stripped off all of her clothes. She felt unusually vulnerable under Melech's burning gaze, even more so now that she had seen just how strong he was during his fight against Emet.Melech shamelessly looked at Azalia's exposed body once she was fully naked. He appreciatively hummed at the sight, the King licking his lips before speaking out in a deep husky voice: "Get on the bed."Azalia felt her belly flutter at the amount of dominance Melech's tone held. She usually wasn't one to obey people but did so without any complaints this time, the black silky sheets feeling soft against her naked skin.It didn't change the fact that she was nervous. She had promised Melech she would do anything he wanted, but the wa
The next morning, Azalia woke up alone and disoriented. She slowly sat up, the Lavan princess sleepily taking in her surroundings, when her sapphire eyes slightly widened as she realised where she was:The Adom King's bed, that is.Her pale cheeks turned a soft pink as she remembered what had happened in said bed yesterday, her face warming up in embarrassment as memories played inside her mind. She looked around to search for Melech but didn't see him anywhere, meaning the Adom King hadn't waited for her to wake up.Azalia's heart unexpectedly dropped at the realisation.What they had shared yesterday was a big deal for her. She had let Melech touch her intimately for the first time, and it wasn't a right Azalia gave to just anyone. It meant something to her, and she had thought it was the same for Melech, but she must have been mistaken because the King hadn't even made the effort to be there when she woke up.It shouldn't affect her but it did. Azalia felt abandoned and disappointe