"Ouch!" She gasped, grabbing her forehead. "Please be gentle with it." In the luxuriant chamber of Daphne, the soft glow of candlelight bathed the room in a warm, intimate aura. Dressed in a delicate silk robe, she sat before her ornamented dressing table, surrounded by her maids who fluttered around her like elegant butterflies. The air was perfumed with the sweet scent of rose petals, intermingling with the anticipation of the impending royal dinner. The king said he had a story to share, it wasn't his first time calling for such a gathering and people really loved to hear him narrate. No one knew what prompted it this time, but everyone was eager to go. With careful precision, the maids adorned Daphne's flowing ebony locks with shimmering jewels, still glistening with the light of a thousand stars. Their nimble fingers delicately arranged each strand, creating an intricate masterpiece fit for royalty. The room was filled with whispers of silk and the gentle chime of je

As they walked, the silence grew more pronounced, like a thick fog enveloping their thoughts. Prince Alistair couldn't help but feel a twinge of awkwardness, unsure of what lay hidden behind Beta Kristen's enigmatic demeanor. His intentions of going to the garden was to have a time with him and discuss their difference but Beta Kristen seemed so oblivious and nonchalant. Finally reaching their destination, they found respite on a beautifully crafted white swing that swayed gently in the night breeze. They settled down, their gazes fixated on the awe-inspiring heavens littered with sparkling stars. The grandeur of the sky mirrored the intensity of their emotions, elevating the significance of this profound encounter. Minutes turned to eternity as silence weighed heavily upon them. Prince Alistair shifted uncomfortably, his mind fraught with uncertainty about the unspoken tension that hung between them. He wasn't here to stare at the sky but he didn't know how to start a c

I walked out of the doctor's office, my mind heavy with thoughts and worries. As I turned the corner, I was startled to come face to face with the King. His presence always commanded attention, and for a moment, I considered avoiding him and walking away. We hadn't been having normal conversation lately, all we just do is meet up in the sex chamber, do what we had to do and depart. I had accepted my fate and I didn't even know where I stand in the Kingdom anymore. But before I could make my escape, he caught hold of my hand, his touch firm yet gentle. A jolt of electricity coursed through me. "Why have you been avoiding me, Melina? You did the same last at night at the fountain, what has changed?" the King asked, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. His piercing gaze searched mine, as if seeking an answer beyond my words. Startled by his directness, I stammered, "I-I'm not avoiding you, Your Majesty. I just don't think it's proper to have a discussion

"Your Majesty," Prince Roderick spoke earnestly, "I believe it would be more prudent to approach Melina's aunt first. Directly confronting Melina might muddy the waters and cloud the information we seek. Her aunt, on the other hand, is likely to be aware of her whereabouts. Even if she denies Melina's visit to her beloved, we may be able to discern the truth from her demeanor. There is no way that woman can tell us a lie and we wouldn't detect it. And even if she doesn't say anything, we could threaten her to talk and if she doesn't, we would throw her into the dungeon. This would make Melina so vulnerable and tell us every truth and.." He paused and took a deep breath. The hesitation in his voice betrayed the weight of his words. Prince Roderick took a deep breath again, aware of the gravitas of what he was about to say. "Forgive me, Your Majesty, for the bluntness of my words, but bestowing the title of acting queen upon Melina... it seems undeserved. It would have been more fitting

The king's voice was tinged with curiosity as he impatiently demanded, "Then, open the envelope. What could be written in there?" Melina's petite frame trembled with an evident unease as she stammered, "I... I am sorry, your royal Majesty, but I cannot open it." Confusion etched across the king's face as he struggled to comprehend the reason behind Melina's reluctance. Why would she withhold such crucial information? His voice grew more urgent as he sought answers, "What do you mean? Explain yourself!" Summoning all her courage, Melina managed to reply, her words delicate yet resolved, "I must beg your pardon, your Majesty, but I am unable to reveal the contents of the letter. I humbly request your permission to take my leave." With grace and respect, Melina gathered the folds of her elegant gown, executing a deep curtsy before gliding gracefully towards the exit. Her departure seemed almost ethereal, leaving the king, with his mounting curiosity, standing stupefied in her wake. T