Semua Bab The Promised Luna: Bab 81 - Bab 90

AYLA“Go, we'll stay here,” Selene said. “I'll heal her up, and be ready to go,” I looked at her, not sure of what I was going to say.“We had a deal Ayla,” she said, and I stood up. “Just heal her wounds. They were inflicted on her by your people,” I said, and she nodded.I raced outside, and everywhere was filled with smoke. I could see blood platters flying in the air. I walked inside the smokey area to see Soldiers, and Seer's fighting. When I was growing up, I was taught that seers were the mouthpieces of the moon goddess.But I don't think these ones were in that category. I looked up to see Slade, Damon and Silvia leading the fight, and giving it all they have.The whole place was in chaos, so I began searching for the high seer. She has the power to put an end to this thing, either dead or alive.I looked around, and I saw her with a group of seers running out of the fight. Her eyes met with mine. She tapped the seer in front of her. She lifted her arrow, and aimed it. At fi

SLADEAs we rode back to Mercia, I could tell Ayla was thinking about a lot of things. Especially the lie we told to Ivy. But Ivy's feelings about who killed Selena would have to wait. There are a lot of pressing matters, including the threat both the High Seer, and Selene made.As we got to the gate of Mercia, we could see the people waving at us in celebration of our victory.The gates of Mercia opened wide, and the people gathered on both sides of the road, cheering loudly. Some threw flowers, others clapped and shouted our names. Children ran alongside the horses, laughing and waving.But Ayla didn’t smile.She kept her eyes forward, her body stiff on the horse. I knew she was thinking about Ivy. About Selene. About what comes next.I leaned closer. “You okay?” I asked softly.She nodded, but didn’t say a word.We rode through the main road until we reached the palace. The guards stepped aside, and Damon helped Ivy down from his horse. She still looked pale, but stronger than bef

AYLAMy mind was everywhere as the guards led me to my chambers. Was I wrong not to tell him who I really was?I mean, what was he going to do? Let the daughter of the man who crippled him, heal him. That has to be the most brutal thing to do to anyone.But with everything that has happened between us, and now. He was right for saying happiness is overrated. Happiness for us is, falling in love with each other is a mistake, and right now, I don't think I want to make it.“Stop,” I heard Silvia's voice, and we all turned.“Captain Silvia…what's wrong?” One of the guards asked, looking at Silvia with shock. I looked at the other guard, he had the same look as well.“I need the lady in the medical suite,” she said, walking towards us.“Medical suite…but the Queen…sorry the King…” he stammered, and Silvia cut him off.“The King sent me,” she said, and stopped walking, then his eyes landed on me.“We have orders, Captain,” the second guard said, holding me tightly. I looked at him, he had

SLADEI didn't ask my mother to be summoned to be. I went to her. She was still in the council chambers. I wonder what she will be plotting next.“Mother,” I said, as I walked into the chambers. All the council members stood up in respect.I stood at the edge of the table, stretched forward my hand which had Mercia's royal sigil on my middle finger.One by one, each member walked forward to kiss the ring. I haven't done this in a long time.There was a time I did it every time we had a meeting. It made me feel good, feel powerful, feel feared. But that wasn't the king I wanted to be.But right now, my own mother has left me with no choice. The council members, even the Kingdom, haven't seen fear since my father ruled these halls.But today they will, even if it's just a little.“Council members, you have done well,” I said, after the last one. They all sat down slowly.My mother's eyes were fixed on me, sharp, and unreadable.“To what do we owe this charade, your highness?” she asked,

AYLA“Shh,” Slade raised his head, and stared at me. “We won't want to wake up the whole palace,” he said with a smirk.“Do you care about that?” I asked him. He tilted his head.“I didn't think so, silencio,” I waved my hands, and a sparkling light flowed from the ceiling to the ground. “Now you scream as much as you like,” he said, and went back between my thighs. I arched my back, squeezing the sheets on his bed, and moaning all over. His tongue was not a tongue but a living current, an electric field, a thing with memory and motive. All that was left to me was grip tight to the shining rope of pleasure, climb, fall, and climb again. I thought, through the haze, that if I ever wrote an autobiography, the chapters would be organized by Slade-induced orgasms.He hitched my left leg up onto his shoulder, pinning it there with a possessive grasp, and widened my hips unabashedly, like he was making an exhibition of me for a decadent crowd only he could see. Heat pooled, then overfl