"Melech!" Azalia was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear. Melech had just walked away with her thrown over his shoulder in front of everyone else. It didn't take a genius to understand what they were going to be up to and Azalia felt her face warm up at the thought. "Put me down!" She tried to get Melech to let go of her. She could walk on her own and thought that being carried this way wasn't befitting of a princess. She also had no idea where Melech was taking her. There was more greenery now that they were at the limit of the Kesef Kingdom, but she had no interest in getting freaky in a bush or against a tree. Still, Melech refused to let go of her and didn't stop walking until they arrived in a clearing where a pool of water could be found. It seemed to be a natural pond, or a very small lake, the water so blue it was mesmerising. "Hey!" Azalia yelped when Melech unceremoniously dropped her into the water. "Melech!" She was angry but didn't even have time to understand what

Azalia hummed as she felt soft kisses being pressed onto her shoulder. She shifted in her sleep, the Lavan princess snuggling closer to the warm body enveloping her. "Morning, little princess." Melech murmured in his low, husky voice. Azalia always loved how sexy he sounded in the morning. She burrowed her face into her future husband's muscular chest, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips in response. "Morning..." She had always liked sleeping alone in her bed, but she had to admit that waking up in Melech's arms wasn't bad at all. She could get used to it. "Did you sleep well?" Melech asked her as he started caressing her lower back with his hand. Azalia enjoyed the affectionate gesture. The banquet in the Kesef Kingdom lasted until late in the evening yesterday. Azalia had been exhausted when she and Melech had finally retired. They had been given a luxurious suite in the Kesef palace, one that had an ensuite bathroom and a breathtaking view of the Kesef Kingdom. Building a palace on t

"This way." Amos led them to the guard who knew where Yefet was. Only Melech and Azalia were accompanying him because too many people following him would probably look suspicious. The Kesef King and Queen hadn't forbidden them to go to any parts of the Kesef palace, but it was better safe than sorry. They didn't want to bring any attention to them, at least not when they were going to interrogate someone to get more information about Yefet. "It's this guard." Amos brought them to the right guy. They were staying away for the moment, the three of them standing out of the guard's sight so that they could silently study him. He had shocking blond hair and no physical characteristics belonging to any race, such as horns, whorls, or wings. It was extremely rare but some people didn't belong to any races from any kingdoms. Nobody knew why nor how it could have even happened, but these people were called Shaquf people. They were usually treated as slaves or servants, thus forcing them to l

"Stop worrying," Yaakov told Azalia. "I'm sure he's fine." Azalia kept looking at the door of the banquet hall, the Lavan princess desperately waiting for Melech to open it. Dinner had started one hour ago but Melech still wasn't there with them. The Adom King hadn't come back yet from his visit to Yefet. "It's not Melech I'm worried about." Azalia answered Yaakov. If there was someone they needed to be concerned about, it had to be Yefet. Who knew what Melech was doing to him right now? Still, as much as Azalia knew she had no reason to, she couldn't help but be worried about Melech as well. What if something had happened to him? What if he got arrested by Kesef guards? Azalia was doing her best to hide it, but she was worried about her future husband. "Sure." Yaakov looked at her with an amused smile on his lips. He was seeing right through her, and Azalia rolled her eyes before admitting the truth. "Fine. I'm also worried about him." She confessed. "But I'm honestly more worried

"Turned out Yefet wasn't a traitor." Melech started the meeting with this statement. He and Azalia, as well as the rest of the people who had accompanied them, had come back to the Adom Kingdom late in the evening yesterday. They only had a few hours of sleep before morning came and, with that, a new meeting with the High Council. It was important. Melech needed to know what had happened during his absence and needed to tell his counsellors about their journey to the Kesef Kingdom. "Are you sure he wasn't a traitor, my King?" Yael asked him. The Adom woman almost seemed disappointed by the news. "I can never be sure," Melech admitted. He had no way of knowing if Yefet had told him the truth or not, after all... "But I cannot keep living in the past." His next statement surprised almost everyone in the council room. "My parents' murder was years ago. I need to focus on other things." He had decided to truly move on and Azalia was so proud of him. She reached for Melech's hand on top