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The Royal Healer: Part 12
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2025-08-30 08:00:31Before I could even process what was happening, I was lifted effortlessly. The weight of the God of Lust’s presence pressed against me, both terrifying and oddly comforting.
“Here,” his voice rolled through the hall, controlled and absolute, “he is yours.”Khaled caught me instantly, relief flooding his features as he pressed me against his chest. My arms clung to him, shaky, my fingers digging into the fabric of his tunic as though I could anchor myself in his steadiness.“I-I'm sorry,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Helena… the union… it happened. She… she has me now. I didn’t want this… I never wanted it…” My words stumbled out in a rush, fear and guilt pressing heavy on my chest.Khaled’s jaw tightened, his hands still holding me, but I could feel the fury burning in him, not at me, not at all, but at the cruel, meddling prophecy that forced this impossible situation. His voice was low, dangerous, but threaded with something tender beneath
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The workshop was quiet, just the way I liked it. No guild noise, no hammering fools who laughed too loud or mocked me for losing myself in the metal. Just me and the blade I’d dragged back from a junk pile, rusty, half-dead, like it had been buried in dirt for a hundred years. But it was mine.I sat in front of it, running a rag along the edge I’d spent days filing down. Even dulled, it caught the light in a way that sent heat crawling up my throat.“Damn thing,” I muttered, but my voice came out low, shaky. “Why does it feel like you’re watching me?”I shouldn’t think like that. It was just steel. Dead weight until I gave it shape. But when my thumb dragged along the flat, the metal hummed under me. It wasn’t sound, more like a tremor that shot right into my bones.And there it was again. That same burn. The one I never got with the girl at the inn. She’d been soft, warm, her hands eager enough. I’d pushed, kissed, thrust, but nothing.
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