A King's Love

Setting his eyes back on Laylin in the mirror he could only grin. She was half-laying on the settee with the throw-back blanket and reading a book while conveniently ignoring his presence.

Sprawled lazily, she resembled an arrogant temptress disregarding her mortal admirers. He wondered how she could so indifferently keep him at the tip of her toes when even the previous King never dared to look down on him.

His chosen bride had grown a spine. She was a very clever woman and was good at reading people. Since he had lost his reason in her embrace, she knew he was enamored with her. The Ehanian Princess knew how to use his favor well.

True blue blood, indeed

He had come back after his conference where he announced her newly found authority. He had expected her to be fuming, instead she was still lazing around in bed, barely dressed.

His smirk widened as memories from a while ago flooded his mind.

“Get off me!”

After their coupling had ended, the passion and yearning that was almos