The little boy's smile vanished as soon as he saw a giant standing beside Fiona. His blue eyes widened and he abruptly closed the door before she heard his light footsteps scurrying away from the door. She didn't even have to look at the prince to know his glare was already dead set on her. Fiona gulped visibly. She saw him grabbing the doorknob and she instantly grabbed his hand stopping him. A shudder ran down her spine at the touch.Her eyes widened when she realized what she was doing but she didn't let go of his hand. He cocked a perfect brow at her. His face devoid of any emotion had her heart stumbling a few beats. "Get your hand off me," He gritted in menace and she flinched back. He sounded as if she burned him. Draco didn't waste a single second as he opened the door and stepped inside and Fiona was right behind him. She inhaled deeply when she found the room empty. Her gaze flickered to the bed and she gulped. "Come out!" He said icily, the ruthlessness in his voice ha
Draco groaned in annoyance hearing a knock at the door. Who would dare to disturb him at this hour of the night? Another rampant knock on the door had him wanting to strangle the person to death. Sitting upright he tossed his legs out of the bed and pulled the sheets covering the thing that needed to be covered as he barked, "come in," while raking his fingers through his luscious black hair. The door opened only to reveal a rather drunk Dexter. He teetered inside the room before discarding himself on the couch. "Brother," He rasped looking at Draco with an expression he was well aware of. Whatever reason Dexter was here at this hour of the night simply meant he wanted to talk about serious matters. It wasn't veiled among the brothers that they both wanted the throne no matter what. Draco wasn't so fond of being the king. He was happily ready to hand the throne to his younger brother until they were teens but when he started to notice his father's infinite affection for humans, he
The maids were in a rush when they delivered breakfast in Fiona's room before ambling out. Thanks to Adrian, a special breakfast was served to Finlay which included lots of fruits. A week has passed since that night when the bastard of a Prince tried to force her. She had stayed with Finlay in her room all this time and surprisingly Adrian informed her that the king had no issue and she could keep the kid with her but protecting him from Draco and Dexter was her duty. She didn't know why but recently there was a restive feeling eating her insides. It was just like the calmness before the storm. Her gut feelings were always right though. Due to this, she became more protective of Finlay. The door was knocked on once before Adrian entered her room. Finn looked up from the coloring book that Adrian bought for him and smiled at Adrian. Finlay has warmed up to him a little. The expressions on Adrian's face had her looking at him keenly with a rush of fear. Something was up. She knew th
"Fiona," His voice was calm as if he knew she would ask this. "Your protection is his responsibility, if he fails to protect you, or if you die, he'll lose the throne and don't you worry I'll make him sign a contract. Also, I'm not heartless, if ever throughout the marriage you want to divorce him, you could. But then he won't lose the throne because it'll be you; backing out and I'll make sure to give you a life of freedom." He assured her. It was too much to take in. Her mind was processing everything he said. He won't be able to kill her and she'll be of an almost equal title to him. That was a solid opportunity to fight for human rights. But there was no guarantee he wouldn't make her life a living hell. He surely couldn't kill her but he could easily abuse her physically and mentally. So saving humans was worth her life and all the effort? She clenched her jaw glaring at the floor. They should've given her some time to think over it. She had a strong feeling that the king jus
She was frozen like an iceberg. Cold and stiff. A cold hand on the nape of her neck pulled her closer. It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening and a shiver ran down her spine when he licked her sealed lips. She jolted when he circled his arm around her waist and yanked her closer so that her front was pressed against his hard torso. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as he hovered over her to such an extent that she had to tilt back. She tried to force her hand between their bodies to push him away but there was no space. Her mind was going hazy and she needed to breathe. His lips were oddly warm and soft against hers but there was no gentleness in the kiss. It was savage and hard. Tears burned the back of her eyes, she tried to tilt her head but he kept her in place. Fiona bit his lower lip hard enough to draw out blood as he didn't even wince but luckily broke the kiss stepping back. She was too overwhelmed and staggered a little to balance herself when he mo
She has changed her clothes. Both Finlay and she had dinner. The little toddler was happy in the new room. "Fina?" He called and she glanced at him. "Why dwid you kiss, that man, Fina?" It was an innocent question but it took her off guard. "I thwought you kwiss someone you lwove," He said with a pout as those big ocean pearls looked at her betrayed. She pulled him close before pinching his chubby cheeks adoringly. "It was not a kiss. It was um," She didn't know what to say. "He twook the kwiss right? You didn't want to give but he twook it because your kwisses are nice," He said what he thought of it and she stayed mum. "Fina, we will stay in this room rwight?" "Yes, sweetheart," She whispered, kissing his forehead. "Now it's time for you to go to bed," She said and put him to sleep. She stepped into the restroom, locked the door, got rid of her clothes, and stood under the shower. She adjusted the temperature to warm and it felt relaxing. Wrapping her arms around herself she
He was so tall with a muscular build and his powerful aura demanded absolute submission. "You can't escape tonight," He rasped, leaning back only to let his eyes rake over her tiny frame from head to toe with a dark glint in his eyes as if he was sizing her up. "I said, I don't want it." She said icily with all the mustered-up courage and tried to walk from the other side but he instantly leaned closer forcing her to step back so just their bodies won't touch. "It's your duty to please your husband. Which sort of a queen would you make?" He mocked and she glared at him. Their eyes locked into a heated gaze of dark intensity. "No is No, Draco Hendrix. Which sort of a king you'd make who doesn't even know the meaning of yes or no," She retorted coldly, his eyes narrowed in warning but the way his name rolled out of her lips sent a rush of blood to his groin. She was in nothing but just a bathrobe that reached her knees. He may hate her but he wasn't blind. The instant his eyes land
Fiona was sitting in the library and Finlay was playing on the carpeted floor with his toys when the huge gates opened and Arthur walked in. She stood up greeting him as he joined her. A week has passed since her so-called wedding and she has tried her best to avoid Draco this week, luckily he was busy with his king duties so she never got to see him. "How are you, Fiona?" He asked and she closed the book before giving all her attention to him. "I'm fine," She mumbled. She wasn't fine. She got a fever on the very second day of the wedding. She believed it was because of the raw fear she faced because of Draco but it was just cold and she got better the second day after some medicines. Her stitches were removed and she was healing fine. Her fingers have properly healed but there was a little crook in the index finger, it was visible when you looked at it keenly. "Did Draco threaten you or blackmailed you to divorce him or anything?" He asked and she shook her head. It was absurd,