Todos os capítulos de By Order of the King: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The door’s echo thundered in his ears as it slammed shut, sealing his fate. Hector, a statue of despair, stood there with his eyes closed, his hand clenched around the doorknob, his breath echoing in the silence. As he opened his eyes, tears cascaded down his face, each a silent witness to the tempest raging within. It was the end of everything he held dear. All he had left were shattered dreams and an unceasing love burning inside him. His head hung low, like a wilting flower, unable to escape the harsh reality of his hurtful words to Skye. He ached for the solace of delusion, for the sweet lie that this was but a nightmare, and when he woke up, none of this would have transpired, and Skye would be sleeping peacefully in his embrace.His grip on the doorknob tightened —a lifeline to the past he yearned to rewrite. To storm back, face Skye, and swallow his venomous words of anger, wounded pride, and broken heart.But pride still held him captive; he refused to grant her the victory

"H-Hector?" Skye's voice faltered, her heart a drumbeat in her ears."Yes, it's me." his voice was steady, his eyes locked in hers, causing her heart rate to soar. A silent storm brewed in their depths.His changed gaze puzzled her, yet it elicited the same inner pleasant disturbance she felt when he looked at her before all that happened, which alienated them. It evoked memories of when his eyes were a haven of sweetness and light.She had forced her mind to erase the memory of the beauty of that look, and now it felt like the first time, both foreign and achingly familiar.What was unfolding with the man before her?When she saw him standing at her door, she thought he had come to mock her again or to say cruel words, poised on his tongue, ready to be hurled at her like daggers as a goodbye.Their history was a tapestry of misunderstandings and barbed exchanges, a pattern they seemed doomed to repeat.She had braced for mockery and bitter parting words hurled like stones, but the r

Her heart raced as Hector removed his mask, revealing half of a face she had never seen.Her mouth hung open, her breath hitching as she wiped the tears from her eyes to ensure she could see correctly. She didn't see that coming. Hector, unmasked, stood before her. The shock of it —his vulnerability exposed —took her breath away.Not since that frantic night that he had burst into her chamber, saving her from Roisin's wrath. Maysie had told her later that Hector didn't wear his mask, but Skye hadn't dared to look up. Shame had kept her gaze lowered.At that moment, she couldn't tear her eyes away. His half-revealed face held her captive, and his eyes bore into hers. Curiosity danced there, mingling with her startled surprise. The lighting of her eyes, her lips parted —as if she were witnessing a rare celestial event —not from fear but from the sheer unexpectedness of it all. His jagged and raw scar drew her gaze like a moth to the flame.He followed her eyes as they examined his scar.

His aroused nature pressed against the center of her femininity, and Skye moaned deep in her throat.His kilt was the only thing that prevented them from becoming one."Just a moment," he whispered, kissing her and pulling away."Where..." she started to complain.Hector stabilized his body with swift movements, placing his knee between her legs.He grabbed the chemise by the neckline and tore it off in one swift movement.Although he aimed to tear it up to the navel, the tearing reached down her belly.Her breasts spilled out. White, round, full and firm. Their pink tops stood erect.Hector groaned. "You are so beautiful," he whispered with his heaven in front of him.Skye noticed his expression, full of lust and craving. Her gaze fell just below his waist, where his kilt showcased a prominent bulge. She felt her cheeks burn at the thought that she was causing this for him.His hands left the torn garment and slid them over her skin - over her belly and stomach, then circled her brea

"Talisha, finally!" Hector said as he stood up. Skye rose beside him."Oh, my beloved ones!" Talisha exclaimed, joining her palms in a prayer position at the height of her chest. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I am so happy to see both of you together! Based on your faces full of happiness, I assume everything is going well between you," she said, gazing at them.A smile graced their faces. "Yes, everything is fine." They replied, even though it was obvious that Talisha was aware of everything. Most likely, she was seeking confirmation of what she had heard.How? Wasn't it already obvious? Only one person could tell. "Oh, Maysie!" Skye thought."Do you know where Maysie is, Talisha?" Skye asked her."Yes, she is in the kitchen. She helps out there.""You already knew what was going on, right Talisha?" Hector asked. "Maybe from Maysie?"Talisha looked at Skye. "Yes," she replied, "but please, Skye, don't scold her for spoiling your joy by saying the news before you do. Her exci