"Lady Selene. Open immediately," Frederick's voice demanded. Selene's body tensed like the string of a violin upon hearing his demand, her eyes widened with surprise and fear that pierced through her body. She was aware that if the king found Henry in her room, she could be accused of infidelity. She could be cast aside as a promised bride, and not that it would be a bad thing, it would actually be great! However, she was risking being condemned for the crime of..."Lady Selene," Frederick called again, this time accompanied by several knocks on the door.Selene snapped out of her daze and looked at Henry, the window, and the bathroom. "Neither of those is an option, Selene. I am not going to hide," he whispered."You have no choice if you love me as you say. Make this sacrifice for me, I will lead the king away from my room. Leave without being seen by anyone, Henry, please," she pleaded, pushing the man into the bathroom and closing the door.Trusting that Henry would not betray her
Two days seemed like nothing to Selene, who felt the passing hours like a guillotine over her neck; however, contrary to everything she thought the trip preparation would be, she didn't have to take care of anything. The Queen had requested her presence in her room and after a long conversation, in which she expressed everything she expected from this trip, Selene felt a bit more encouraged and less worried.The Queen only expected her name to be known throughout the kingdom, to mingle with the subjects of the Crown, and to show that confidence that the people expected from their rulers. Selene had been prepared for that, without her knowing it, her entire life had been focused on that moment."I will try to give my best, perhaps things didn't start well," she stated, pausing. Now Selene was very aware of the mistake she had made by giving the brooch to Henry, yet she did it out of ignorance, as her mother never explained the meaning of that piece to her, let alone how important it wa
Frederick, for a moment, remained motionless, trying to process what was happening, until the heat and anxiety of Regina led him to reciprocate that kiss. For a few seconds, the king lost track of where he was and let himself be carried away by temptation, he was surrendered, until the memory of the kiss with Selene crossed his mind again, causing him to push Lady Regina away with a more abrupt movement than he would have desired. The woman complained at being rejected, her ego had been hurt, but she restrained herself from showing her dissatisfaction, as that would only work against her. "Lady Regina..." Frederick whispered, unable to look at her for a few seconds. "Forgive me, that shouldn't have happened, it was disrespectful of me," he excused himself, even if she had started it, he reciprocated and if they hadn't stopped, they would likely have continued kissing, and that was not the appropriate behavior for a man with a woman who is not his fiancée or wife, especially when they
Selene had no idea what was happening inside the castle, but her mind wasn't focused on that either because Frederick's presence by her side, just a few inches away, kept her rigid and short of breath. What was more intriguing was that the king wasn't much different. Only his left hand itched to touch Selene's right hand, resting on the plush armchair. What was happening to him with Selene? Could a kiss really change things so much? He was beginning to believe it, and very seriously. The journey ahead would be long, and just thinking about it sent a shiver down Selene's spine. How was she going to endure so much time alone with her fiancé? The carriages moved, carrying the King and his fiancée towards the town of Astor, where they would be officially presented as the future royal couple. Selene couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions within her: anxiety, insecurity, but also determination. Despite everything, she was determined to do her best to fulfill her duty as the future Queen
Reality struck Frederick in an instant, leaving him stunned by his own actions as he pulled away from Selene, as if his very body were aflame. The king's gaze remained fixated on Selene's swollen, reddened lips. He swallowed heavily, and if it weren't for the faint knocks on the door, he might have stayed there all night, watching her sleep. The king exited the room after hearing one of the guards' calls, who had approached to inform him that the inn had been checked and secured. Frederick felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment, fearing discovery of his indiscretion. "She's my betrothed," he reminded himself mentally, trying to calm down and feel less ashamed of his actions. He hurriedly made his way to his own room, paying no heed to its small size. Meanwhile, Selene lay still on the bed, her fingers caressing her lips. What had happened? What had led her to remain motionless, prolonging Frederick's kiss? The truth was, she didn't know, and no matter how hard she tried to find a log
Marcus smiled. "I assure you it will be an honor for me to unsheathe my sword and lay it at your feet," he said as a compliment. Frederick's face transformed at such words. He clenched his fists, controlling the anger that coursed through him, especially when he saw the smile Selene bestowed upon the newcomer. "I believe you are forgetting that Lady Selene is my betrothed, my future wife, and your future queen," he declared. Marcus vehemently shook his head and slightly inclined it toward the king. "Of course, I could never forget, Your Majesty. It's the reason I'm honored to kneel at your feet," he insisted gallantly, but his response didn't soothe Frederick. The Marquess of Borja cleared his throat, noticing the discomfort on the king's face and the tension in the air. "Please, Your Majesty, forgive my nephew. He's young and a bit reckless," he said, while Marcus smiled at Selene. "You should go freshen up a bit, and then join us for dinner," he suggested to the young man. "Wit
Frederick stormed into his chamber as if chased by demons. His heart pounded erratically within his chest, even to the point of discomfort. He had to recline on his bed and await the calming of his breath, along with the wild beats of his heart. "What the devil is happening with Selene?" He pondered to himself. How was it that she could drive him to act irrationally and less than gentlemanly? He was the king; he had to maintain composure, and he was in love with Lady Regina. How could he forget those feelings? How was it possible for Selene to hold such power over him? He shook his head vigorously to dispel those thoughts. Placing a hand over his chest, he closed his eyes. It was a mistake, for doing so only drew him into recent events, and the discomfort within his trousers made him feel even worse about Selene and Lady Regina. He prided himself on always having control. Now was the moment to exert that self-control and behave as was proper. However, saying it was one thing; doing
The way he inquired about the young lady caught the Marquess's attention, but he said nothing as he noticed a certain tension between the royal couple that he couldn't decipher. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I haven't seen Lady Selene since I delivered her breakfast tray to her chamber," the maid replied. "She must still be there because I haven't seen her come downstairs. But for your peace of mind, I can ask the other maids." Frederick nodded slightly in gratitude. "Perhaps Lady Selene felt curious about the garden and peeked out to see the exotic species we've brought from abroad," the Marquess spoke without concern. "If she has been unwell, this might do her good." "Mmm..." "It's best to let her rest; the journey must be quite exhausting for a lady like her, Your Majesty," the Marquess said with a slight smile. Frederick nodded, not entirely convinced, but he accepted the Marquess's invitation to eat without Selene at the table, mainly because not doing so would be disrespectful t