“I am sorry, my prince,” the maid whispered, her breath still shaky. “But if I must tell you the truth… I really don’t know. I thought the omen was real. Until the King’s bride told Princess Sheila that she hoped the Princess had nothing to do with it.” Prince Raban didn’t speak right away. Instead, he slowly entered her again, his thick length filling her once more. He began to move gently inside her, making her body tremble. “Aahhh, my prince… yes, like that,” she moaned softly, her eyes half-closed from pleasure. As he moved, his voice came out in low questions. “So, tell me… what really happened earlier? Between Princess Sheila and the King’s bride?” The maid’s breath came out in quick pants. “Princess Sheila’s maids were sent away from the King’s wing… by the King’s bride. So Princess Sheila came, very angry. She started questioning the head maid… but the King’s bride stood up for her. She told Princess Sheila off… in front of everyone.” “Hmm,” the prince groaned softly, his
“You should all go back to work now. All of you,” Ayla said softly but firmly to everyone who had gathered to watch. A moment ago, many of them had their mouths open in shock. They had not expected the King’s young bride to stand up to Princess Sheila. Many thought Ayla would be too shy and scared. For years, everyone in the palace had heard stories about Princess Sheila. They knew how she could control everyone because the King had always cared so much about her. But now, seeing Ayla standing her ground made them feel hopeful. They saw something new and brave in her. They liked that. One by one, they quietly went back to their jobs, feeling a bit lighter in their hearts. “Thank you, Your Highness,” Tatyany, the head maid, said softly, bowing her head before Ayla walked away. ******** In another corner of the palace, a small group of maids gathered to whisper among themselves. “Did you hear what happened today?” one maid asked, her eyes wide. “Yes! They said the King’s bride
“Your Highness, you were so brave!” Tiara said and giggled, her eyes shining with pride. “You really spoke like a true Queen,” Rahama added, smiling. “I can’t believe you talked to Princess Sheila like that!” Ayla let out a small laugh, almost like a child. Even she couldn’t believe what she had done. It felt like something inside her had pushed her to speak up. But she felt proud that she didn’t stay silent. “She used to be the King’s favorite,” Tiara said, her smile fading a little. “He liked her a lot. I’m afraid she might try to cause trouble for you now.” Ayla felt her chest tighten with worry. She had the same fear in her heart. What if this little fight makes the King upset with me? she wondered. Rahama noticed Ayla’s worried face. “Please don’t think too much about it, Your Highness,” she said gently. “The King knows what kind of person she is. And besides, it’s clear that he loves you. Everyone can see it.” Ayla’s cheeks turned pink at Rahama’s words. She got shy and l
Ayla returned to her small clinic. She sat down on a marble chair in her office, still thinking about what had happened. The woman who had begged for help had simply disappeared into the air. Ayla had seen it with her own eyes, and it still felt strange, like a dream. Who was she really? Ayla wondered. But deep in her heart, she felt warmth and pride. Maybe it was the goddess showing her a sign that she was on the right path. Ayla was glad the goddess had blessed her with a kind heart. She also felt thankful for her grandmother, who had taught her to use herbs and plants to heal people. Then her thoughts changed. She remembered she needed to go to the wild forest soon, to look for rare herbs before the grand opening of her new clinic. She wanted to make sure everything was ready. Just then, Ayla felt something strange in her body, like a warm wave. At that moment, her maids Tiara and Rahama walked into the room. “Your Highness,” they both greeted, bowing their heads. “Where have
“Your Majesty.” Sheila smiled sweetly as she walked into the King’s office. “It seems you have forgotten I am still around,” she teased, her voice soft but carrying a hidden sharpness. King Rykerr’s arms tightened protectively around Ayla’s waist. His eyes stayed calm, though inside, he was ready to shield his mate from anything. “Of course not, Sheila,” he answered politely. “I’ve just been busy lately. In fact, I planned to come and see you so you could properly meet my queen.” Hearing him call Ayla his queen made Sheila’s smile freeze for a heartbeat. Jealousy flashed in her eyes, but she quickly forced her lips back into a gentle curve. Ayla saw it, though. For a moment, she clearly saw the truth hiding behind Sheila’s pretty face. Sheila walked further into the office. With a graceful bow, she greeted the two princes, giving a longer look to Prince Ulric, the mate she once rejected. Then she sat down in one of the chairs across from the King’s desk. King Rykerr made the intr
Elder Asher’s eyes were slowly closing. Life was leaving his body, and no one dared to move or speak. The air in the court felt heavy, as if even breathing was forbidden. Ayla felt her heart race painfully in her chest. She couldn’t just stand there and watch the King take a life, especially not like this. Even if Elder Asher didn’t support her being with the King, he didn’t deserve to die this way. Before her mind could even think, her body moved on its own. Her shaky legs carried her closer. With trembling hands, she placed her small hand on the King’s broad shoulder. The moment her warm skin touched him, something powerful happened. An electric shock ran through King Rykerr’s spine. His hand around Elder Asher’s neck trembled, and his iron grip loosened. Elder Asher fell to the floor like a broken doll, coughing and gasping for air. His face turned red as his hands clutched his neck, fighting to breathe again. King Rykerr turned his gaze to Ayla. Her eyes, bright with unshed