The thought of Isabelle being pregnant had never crossed my mind, and seeing her sit on top of me, with a question like that, sent thoughts running through my mind.I'm not" my eyes shoot eagerness into her body after a few minutes of silence the king finally makes his move, his lips pressed against hers and his arms wrapping her tiny waist pulling her into his body tightly. Their lips pressed hard, exploring every part passionately. They kissed and tugged at each other furiously. I reach for her dress, zips it down and takes it off, and leaves her. He breaks the kiss and stares at her "Beautiful" he grabs her waist and pulls her in again. Isabelle only follows his movement. Every touch meant a thing to her. Isabelle hasn't felt this way with anyone, she felt impatient and curious, she was going to let the king have her like she always thought she didn't feel nervous instead she wanted more she tugs at his shirt it wasn't her first time seeing him without any shirt on she grabs h

Talk about a boring meeting, and we gather to have tea, tea I am sick of. I have been sitting in this garden with ladies in shiny outfits, elegant sitting positions, red lips, well-styled hair, the blond, dark-haired red and one redhaired like me, she an angel, and she's the youngest in the court, I haven't pinned precisely who her husband is. Still, Abigail– she has a unique name. I would like to know Abigail more, and also Lady Louisa. The rest seems scary. Kyler should have postponed this, and I wouldn't have to deal with them.The court isn't so pleasing. It isn't fascinating since most of the women don't like me. I guess they don't want to interact. Maybe next time, we will visit the farm so I can watch people pluck fruits, cultivate, and taste some sweet strawberries. Gosh, I roll my eyes and sigh heavily, having no idea when that left me, but they all noticed. Practically, my heavy sigh had broken the silence between us. I raise my eyes at the realisation, and now they are all

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I have been yelling for the past three hours, and I have lost count of the hours. Perry won't stop; everywhere is blurry, and I can't count how many times I have cried because of the hot iron pressing my thighs."You escaped from a dungeon after speaking to King Damien, and all this would be over," Perry says, sighing, devastated. "Isabelle! Get me, Isabelle!" I yell through my tightened jaw. The pain is getting into my head, and no matter how hard I try to remain calm, I can't anymore. Where the fuck did Isabelle go? It wasn't the plan. What the heck was Kyler planning?"Her Majesty isn't here. She isn't in the kingdom," a voice came from the dark, stepping into the tiny sunlight. "Do you want to know where she is now?" Kesem says.I'm breathing heavily. The fact Isabelle and Kyler aren't here means she's with him, damnit, that whore. I frown, and I hate that his question made me frown. It shows he is getting to me. Instead, I chuckle, and my chuckle turns into a loud

They weren't saying anything. The situation was already awkward enough. They had walked an entire hallway but had not exchanged any words. Instead, Victoria gazed at him as he was in front of her. Her eyes scanned every part of his body. He's tall, probably 6ft3. He wore a sleeveless shirt that exposed his thick, large, solid arms and well-defined muscles. Victoria watched his steps as he escorted her bedroom. They were steady, careful, and gentle. He had broad shoulders. His veins popped attractively. He had a perfectly shaped jaw. His long hair was packed almost in a ponytail and was the lightest shade of brown, silky and shiny they danced softly at his back while they looked gorgeously taken care of. His green eyes blinked slowly at her as he turned around."This is it," he said, his accent was thick English, "If you need anything-" "No, I won't need anything," she interrupted and cleared her throat."Alright, I'd be here to pick you up for dinner," he said. Victoria looked at h

I can't tell how embarrassed it was to have my person find me in between Isabelle's thighs. I sigh, realising I ripped her button, but she is smiling instead. "He must have something urgent to report," I say, and while I help her to button what I have scattered. "There's nothing left," Isabelle replies, laughing and standing up, adjusting her clothes. "Why don't you go speak with him, I'd finish with breakfast," she urges."Alright," I say, dashing through the door Kesem had walked into. There he was on his knees, and I sighed heavily. "I told you if something was..." I paused, staring at Noami, who sneakily walked closer, going on her knees."We didn't mean to interrupt, forgive us, Sire!" Noami said, pressing her lips tightly."Both of you, get up, I am not mad, Noami, please can you assist Her Majesty in the kitchen, and she also wants to have a word with you," I said, she nodded and got up, Kesem followed behind. I watched her until she disappeared into the house, "What's wrong?