A new day should start with new feelings, new opportunities, and new chances. Yet, my mind still wanders on everything that had happened in my life. Everything wrong to make my love life a distant memory. I huff the tiredness, blowing it out through my mouth in long deep breaths as Sherlin wraps me in some dress she thinks fits for the event. I don't want to look at myself through the mirror, because all I see in my eyes is the failure - the failure to save Max from me.
And I say, I will protect him from the world?
My mind mirths at the stupidity of my heart, deciding to take over the actions in its hand.
Putting myself in a mask of the queen with everything going perfect and fine, I swipe down myself from the flight of stairs to the grounds of the farmer.
I throw the curtains of the healer's chambers open to let the fresh airflow in the room. Replacing the tables with blooming- jasmines dipped in night fairy concoctions to accentuate their smells, I place them all over the room to overpower the scent of the ointment that fills the room. Adria hates the smell of ointment. Whenever she used to study medicine she always complained how the smell of ointment makes her feel sick and dizzy, and she hoped that the entire space could smell like blooming night jasmine so she can learn medicine for fun. The whiff of jasmines covers all the walls, and I feel satisfied with the way the room smells. Readjusting the fire in the chambers I ensure that the room is at a comfortable temperature before looking over my shoulders to the figure lying on the bed, covered in white linen. My lips curl as the room fills with the beats of her shallow breaths indi
Lycan’s eyes linger on mine as Max dresses the wounds on my side. I could feel the jealousy oozing through her orbs, as she tries to maintain the smile. I shouldn’t let her feel like that, especially now that I know they both like each other. When I came into consciousness and saw them making out, I did feel bad, but Lycan saved my life, and I should at least make sure she doesn't feel bad because of me. Max and I are friends, and from now on we will always remain only friends. I let the gown slide down as Max finishes the dressing. Securing my dagger around my thigh and sword in the satchel I drag myself limping towards the court. It was the trial for the man that stabbed me. My feet clink on the marble of the court amidst the crowd of villagers and court men. Every eye looks up at me in sympathy, cooing at the wound visible through the sheer ends of my gown. I meet their eyes smiling, assuring them the wound doesn't affect me. Honestly, it doesn't, not more than the pain that I fe
Papers were brought in to sign for the official concubine statement. A statement that says nothing but tells the person signing it that they now are giving up their entire life to someone who they do not even love. That they will be a mere piece of meat that the royal person will enjoy, and they do not even get to say no to whatever the demands they put forward to. A ridiculous contract that binds every king’s love to them, when they show off their wives at meetings. Azrael sits across me, shaking under the gaze of Max that towers him, seething with anger. Max’s knuckles turn white at the impact with which he clutches the sword on his belt, but I see him relax as Lycan places a hand on his shoulder. Perfect. I roll my eyes at the encounter, finishing signing a hundred rules that bind Azrael and me together, or rather a hundred rules that state Azrael will now be at my mercy forever. I cross my legs slumping down on the chair. The wound hurts my insides, rendering me weak every few h
The bushes along the palace walls rustle the black silhouette in them, crawling on its knees. The cat eyes scan through the palace grounds, keeping a close look on the Queen, and her now concubine. The silhouette shuffles, the rustle blending with the wind, as the person climbs towards the west wing of the palace. The west wing is full of secrets. Dirty secrets from the royals, and their ancestors. The same black silhouette makes its way down through the grey, brown walls walking to the room at the farthest right corner. Wood creeks open, the moon casting its silver over the person sitting in the middle. The wine glass shines with clear liquid, as the stench of lavender and lilies fills the room rendering anyone heady. “What’s the news?”, the person in the middle croons, tapping their pinky nail on the glass. A naked body lies beside, covered with whip marks, tied with leather straps to the bedframe, almost lifeless on the sheets. “No… No news. They were just talking about Evander
I lie on the bed draped in a transparent white gown that leaves very little to the imagination. The sweetheart neckline cuts low popping almost half of my breast out, as the thigh-high cuts on both ends fall away from my legs. I prop on my elbows twisting my body in a slow sensual turn, lying on my stomach. My cheeks rest on the linen sheet, the slight red tint on them transferring to the sheets. I run my lips on my bottom lip, curling them in my mouth to leave a shiny layer of moisture, as my eyes follow Max around the room. He lights the candles letting the light from them fill the room, of my east chambers. Raising my legs, I curl my toes gulping through the rising heat. The muscles in his back flex, with my every moment, and even though he pretends not to care, the protruding veins in his neck tell me he is aware of my presence in the room. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Crickets buzz in the surroundings as I
The feel of her lips and her taste still lingers in my mouth after twelve hours of sleep. Last night was undoubtedly the best day, night, month, year of my life, and I want to shout to the world that the Queen they all admire belongs to me just me. I look at Adria lying on her bed, in nothing but her long night slip dress. Last night, she passed out between our kisses, and I carried her in here as my desires ached to wake her up and hold her in my arms forever. And as if the deities are playing a game, she looks ethereal today. Beautiful than she had ever been. Her cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on the clear texture of her skin. I prop on my elbow taking in her features, tracing them down my fingers memorizing them in every muscle. Like I can sculpt her even with my eyes closed. I draw my thumb over her bottom lip, as it escapes - bouncing, hitting over her top lip, and my head spins in ecstasy. My head is unable to wrap around the truth t
Max was not joking about the concubine rules. I checked the files we signed, and the rule was overtly mentioned in one of the hundred pages that were placed to protect the rights of the concubines and to make sure they deserve a proper status from every person in the kingdom. I frown at the papers in my hand, as the statement of the rule taunts me. But what affects me the most is the cunning smile of Max standing beside me as he peeks through the writings. I squint my eyes, elbowing him in the stomach, as he groans with pain attracting the attention of both Lycan and Azrael sitting on the opposite side of the room. I roll my eyes at the setup or the game that fate likes to play with me. When I thought everything will be going all right between me and Max, now that I have confessed - we are determined to fall in love with each other all over again. I don't regret it. In fact, I love the idea of loving each other without any underlying reasons, or force, but Max has taken this punishm
The folds of the lake shimmer, as small fairy lamps, illuminate the area with golden glitter. And as the orange in the sky blends with the gray hue, the light slowly blends with the air reaching every small corner across the lake. People flood in amidst the chants of the monk, placing the small fairy lamps in pristine circles to create a safe circle to bless the auspicious day with their wishes and blessings. Looking from afar, tucked in the chambers the entire place looks prepared for someone who is about to marry and dedicate their entire lives to someone, something to signify love, and purity. But all the fuss is about the acceptance and the binding of a person to a royal. Even if it means they lose everything they have. The ritual of bathing was created to ensure that both the people remain untouched by anyone outside for the next five days, and all the body must feel is the presence and the love from the person in the bond. Well, the irony of the situation- nothing about the bo