ログインHe caressed her collar button for a few more seconds. Then, he dropped his hand to her waist. The relief made her tremble, but the fear remained. His body drawn taut, felt like stone behind her back as he pressed close to her. Lyra gasped when she felt his massive erection on her lower back, thick and hard poking her. But, only for a second. The next, he pulled back a bit and with one firm yank of his hand, he tore her chemise from her body. Her breasts spilled out. Another yank of his hand tore the cotton trouser that covered her lower body, leaving her completely naked before him. The swift and rough way he handled her had her almost hyperventilating with panic. And, for the first time since she became a slave, she found herself struggling to be free from him. His muscular strength and powerful exertion scared her. If he touches her this way, he'll hurt her very badly. Her mind registered and it only made her struggle all the more. Oh, Creator! Whatever is wrong with him...!?
Bami's wrinkled cheeks flushed a little. "Scarlett once referred to the king as a no-preamble man. Just in case... uhm, you have to be prepared." Lyra would have refuted the mistress's notion, but she was too worked up to try. Indeed, the king is not big on foreplay and he doesn't like to be touched, but he is different with her. That gave her a pause. He is different with her. Surely, everything will be alright. That, more than anything, calmed her. She took the gel from Bami, entered the bathroom and used it. She came out a minute later and walked towards the door. "Lyra?" She turned at the sound of Bami's voice. "Uhm?" Bami hesitated, "The king is a very damaged man. He might look well on the outside, but he is broken on the inside. He needs help, but he is not a man that will allow it." Lyra knows all this, but hearing Bami say it squeezed her heart in her chest. The older woman smiled sadly, wet her lips and continued, "Do you know that sometimes, when he takes so much
Bami walked out of the king's bedroom with her heart in her throat. This summon filled her with dread. She walked to Lyra's bedroom and saw her lying down on the bed, her breathing evened out. She knows that she's sleeping even before she walked towards her front and saw her closed eyes. Even in sleep, lines of worry marred her face. Bami knows that the poor girl is more stressed lately with everything she's going through. And, now this... She touched Lyra gently. "Lyra, dear you have to wake up." Lyra mumbled incoherently and settled back to sleep. "The king summons you, Lyra." Her eyes snapped open and she sprang up from the bed with so much force, her head spun. Bami held her, "Easy, easy..." Lyra fixed her with a worried gaze, "For what...? Do you know why, Madam Bami...?" The older woman shook her head, "I don't know, Lyra. But he's not in a good mood at all." All the blood drained from Lyra's face. She sat up straighter, "Do you think it has something to
"Sir Ronald had once talk about marriage to me, My King. I know he will be happy for me on this day, if he was here." King Ryker blinked hard and shook his head to get Vane's heartfelt words away from his mind. But, the words kept whispering into his mind over and over again, until he drew taut with tension like a drawn bow. If only Ronald was alive... Vane had made the innocent comment after his wedding while he was greeting and thanking him for attending his special day. He'd clamped his mouth shut immediately he said those words and apologized regretfully. "Ronald is not some forbidden topic, just because he's dead. It's okay, Vane." Those were the words the king replied with. But the harm has been done. If only Ronald was still alive... If any of his family was still alive... He is all alone in the world. His mother, his father, his sister and then, his cousin. All killed by one monster. But, as the day progressed, those words tormented him. Ronald and his horrib
Emily and Vane married in the local church, and a lot of people attended too. Lyra was shocked that almost the whole of Bloodmoon, came to witness their legal union. Auroria came too, and for the first time in a long time, she saw the familiar face of most of her people. Tears sprang to her eyes when her people walked past her and bowed to her. They still recognize her as their princess...even when she was dressed in rags. And the king was there too. He was seated at the front with his guards behind him, and Vane’s joy about his presence was clearly written on his face. He knows how busy the King's schedule is, so he knows the sacrifice the king made to be present on his special day. Princess Samoa sat on the left side of the king with a kind smile on her face, and Scarlett was seated by his right side glaring at the door of the church. That was where the bride and her handler stood. Apparently, the mistress does not like weddings too. But, the way she’s glaring at the d
He began walking towards her, "You make him happy. That is enough for me. Take this." At the soft but firm command, Emily reached out with both hands and took the wrapped package. Her eyes widened to unbearable degrees. It's a small bag of coins. "You can pay dowry with that on your wedding day." He said."Thank you so much, Your Highness! Thank you so much!" Emily gasped, her heart filled with gratitude. Her hands trembled as she held the unexpected gift with both hands like a cherished feat it is. She has been worried sick about how to get this money, and even though she has saved up, it's never enough. She has hidden it from Lyra so that her princess wouldn't worry herself sick. And, here the king is, offering her this large amount of money. Her knees hit the ground, her head lowered. Tears of gratitude spilled from her eyes as she thanked him over and over again. "You are welcome, Emily. I want you both to get married and live well. Also, from today you seize being a Palace
She stilled instantly, her breathing erratic, her heart in her throat. She couldn't see a thing. When he flipped her over with her back on the bed, she cried out frightened. But, he merely laid atop her and pushed inside her hurting warm body again. Lyra was overwhelmed, she doesn't know this po
Lyra climbed the bed and laid down on it. She gave him her back as usual, her elbows on the bed, she rested her head in between them. She tried not to think about what’s about to happen. She tried not to think about what has happened. She tried not to think about the Royal Court. She tried not to
maga started whipping his bloody back again. He gave no reaction, but he could feel his own skin at his back ripping open with each stroke of the whip at the bleeding wound. Then, he felt a weight on top of him. Ronald had fallen on him, shielding his body with his. Ronald is twenty two, when he
In the comfort of his room, King Ryker wrote notes on the financial status of the lower market of Bloodmoon and its improvements. Naturally, it should be the Royal Accountant writing about it, but he'd instructed the accountant to leave it. Not because of anything else, but it's a good way to exh







