Chapter Sixty-EightLiana’s POVThe hall was already full when I walked in.Every face turned toward me. Every whisper carried my name. The air was heavy with perfume and curiosity, the kind that stuck to skin like heat. My heart wouldn’t slow down, not even when I forced my chin up.Kael sat at the centre of the throne room, a dark figure on gold. His hand rested on the armrest, fingers still, eyes colder than stone.The moment his gaze found me, the noise in the room faded.I wanted to look away, but couldn’t.The silk of my gown felt too thin. The neckline is too deep. The jewels he made me wear caught the light with every step, drawing eyes to the curve of my chest. It was his doing. Every part of it.When I stopped before him, I lowered my head just enough to show respect. My voice came out soft, almost breaking.“My king.”His reply was quiet, but it carried across the room.“Lift your head.”I did.The tension between us was sharp enough to cut through the silence. I could feel
Chapter Sixty-SevenLiana’s POVThe first light of morning slipped through the curtains, soft and pale, brushing against my face like it wanted to wake me gently.I hadn’t really slept.The night had stretched on forever, filled with memories I didn’t want to relive the sound of his voice, the feel of that ribbon between my fingers, the way my body had betrayed me even as my mind screamed to resist.The red silk still lay on the table where I’d left it.It caught the sunlight now, glowing faintly, mocking me with its quiet beauty.I sat up slowly. My head ached. My throat felt dry. The air in the room was heavy with the faint scent of smoke and wine from the feast. I ran my hand through my tangled hair and tried to breathe.The knock came before I could rise.Soft. Steady. Familiar.My chest tightened.I knew that sound too well.The door opened before I could answer, and he stepped inside as if the space already belonged to him.Kael.The King.He looked like he hadn’t slept either,
Chapter Sixty-SixLiana’s POVThe feast ended hours ago.The music had faded, the laughter gone. The candles had burned low, their flames trembling against the walls like they were afraid of the dark.I sat alone in my chambers, still wearing the red gown. The silk was wrinkled now, the hem stained faintly with wine where someone had brushed past me. My hair had fallen loose from its pins. My lips still felt dry from where I’d bitten them to keep from speaking.The silence was heavy.It filled every corner of the room, thick and sharp, pressing against my chest. I could still hear the echo of his voice the way he said my name before the court, the way he leaned close enough for only me to hear his words.He had done it again.Without touching me beyond what was seen, without a single threat, he had made me yield in front of them all.I hated how easily he did it. I hated that part of me that wanted him to.My reflection in the mirror looked like someone else someone I didn’t trust. My
Chapter Sixty-SixLiana’s POVThe feast ended hours ago.The music had faded, the laughter gone. The candles had burned low, their flames trembling against the walls like they were afraid of the dark.I sat alone in my chambers, still wearing the red gown. The silk was wrinkled now, the hem stained faintly with wine where someone had brushed past me. My hair had fallen loose from its pins. My lips still felt dry from where I’d bitten them to keep from speaking.The silence was heavy.It filled every corner of the room, thick and sharp, pressing against my chest. I could still hear the echo of his voice the way he said my name before the court, the way he leaned close enough for only me to hear his words.He had done it again.Without touching me beyond what was seen, without a single threat, he had made me yield in front of them all.I hated how easily he did it. I hated that part of me that wanted him to.My reflection in the mirror looked like someone else someone I didn’t trust. My
Chapter Sixty-FiveLiana’s POVThe hall was alive with gold and sound.The long tables shimmered beneath candlelight, their polished wood covered in silver platters and crystal goblets. The air smelled of roasted meat, honeyed wine, and warm bread. Laughter rippled across the room in soft waves, rising from nobles dressed in silks brighter than the jewels around their throats.And at the far end, on the raised dais, he sat.King Kael.His gaze found me the instant I entered.I felt it before I even looked up, like a touch across my skin that burned hotter than the torches lining the walls. My steps faltered for just a heartbeat, but I forced myself forward. Every sound around me seemed to fade until all that was left was the slow rhythm of his stare following me through the crowd.I wore the red gown he’d chosen.It clung to my body like liquid flame, the silk whispering against my legs as I walked. The neckline dipped lower than I would have dared before. My hair was pinned up with g
Chapter Sixty-FourLiana’s POVThe silence in the room felt heavy, almost alive.The air was thick with the scent of smoke and polished wood, the faint sweetness of wine that lingered from the night before. I stood near the tall window, fingers resting on the cold glass as I looked out at the courtyard below. Servants moved like shadows between the stone paths, quiet and efficient. Somewhere, a bell rang, marking the hour.But the sound barely reached me.All I could feel was the space behind me — the weight of it, the quiet awareness that I wasn’t alone.He had been watching me for a while now.I didn’t have to turn to know it.His presence filled the room the way heat fills a closed space, invisible but impossible to ignore. My heart had learned the rhythm of it, the way my body tensed before I even heard his steps, as if it already knew what was coming.“Still pretending not to hear me, Liana?”His voice was soft, low, but it slid through the quiet like a blade.I turned slowly, tr