All Chapters of Hybrid King: A Royal Affair : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cassia’s Pov I had a fitful sleep last night after the dinner conversation. It was stupid of me to attack my friends for venting their reasonable frustration against the tyranny we are surrounded by. It doesn’t matter if the king gave me a jacket; it doesn’t change the fact that he’s letting me live because he finds me “interesting.” He could wake up tomorrow and find me uninteresting, and I’d be nothing but a memory in Diane and Sienna’s minds. As I approached the king’s library with my usual cleaning supplies, I decided to keep my head down and stop unintentionally arguing with his orders. That way, he’ll lose interest in me, and my heart will stop swooning at whatever attention he throws my way. My steps halted when I saw Larmy at the library door. He must be on duty, guarding the space. He should have gotten over me, I thought, as I ignored him and entered to clean. A few minutes in, the door opened, and I looked up to see Larmy staring at me with disdain. I ignored him

Cassia’s Pov I was almost successful in sneaking into the servants' quarters until a hand stretched out and dragged me into a dimly lit passage. I almost screamed before hearing, “Relax, Cassie! It’s me, Sienna,” she whispered-yelled. “And Diane,” Diane added in the same tone. “Why are you guys whispering?” I asked, still trying to calm my racing heart. “It’s kinda illegal to roam around at midnight, dummy! Where were you? We were so worried.” Sienna hugged me tightly. I had woken up to find myself in the king’s bed, alone… or so I thought until I scrambled off the bed to escape. “Where are you running off to?” I squealed in fright, frantically turning around to find where his voice was coming from in this room filled with dark corners. He emerged from beside the bed, and I realized he must have been watching me sleep. “I—I want to leave. It’s late, Your Majesty.” I could see the sun had set long ago, and I didn't even want to think about the fact that I might hav

Karl’s Pov “It was just a simple misunderstanding with my workers, my King. I had already signed for the timbers to be delivered on the agreed date. No price increment included,” the lying swine of a werewolf said. “No need for the failed attempt at burning down my warehouses—” My humorless laughter cut him off. “Y-your majesty?” he called out nervously. “Failed?” I shot back. “You think if I wanted your damn warehouses burnt, it would have been a ‘failed’ mission?” I turned to Landon. “This is why I never wanted to follow your way and send a ‘warning.’ Now my generosity is being viewed as weakness.” I saw the swine wanted to say something but raised a hand to cut him off. “Handle this rubbish, Landon. I’m retiring for the night. If I encounter any more foolery, I’ll snap.” “Of course, your grace.” He nodded, and I could hear him as I walked away. “Sir Westnile, the agreed date is tomorrow. If this is really just a misunderstanding as you’ve said, don’t delay…” I passed by a

Cassia’s Pov “You wanted to try them out, remember?”I was amazed that he actually remembered and got both of them for me.Didn’t expect him to take my snarky comment, the other day, seriously.“I’ll have the Meringin then. I love the apple scent it has.”He grinned at my remark and poured it for me. “Good choice. It’s a mild one and would go perfectly with your meal.”Almost a glass in, I couldn’t control my tongue. I kept giggling at everything he said or did.Reaching for the bottle of wine to fill my glass again, he said, “That’s enough, Issa. You’re already drunk.”“I’m not drunk, just… woozy.” He collected the bottle from me. “Noooo, but you- you are on your third glass.”“Not enough to make me tipsy.”Remembering something, I blurted, “Who’s Issa? You keep calling me that. Was she your lover?…” I gasped in realization. “Is she your lover? Like current?” I whispered. Am I eating and laughing with another woman’s man?“She’s going to rip my head out!… Literally. Maybe that’s why

Cassia’s Pov “Resin and his damn sleeping potion,” I muttered angrily as I struggled to get off the softest bed I’d ever laid in—almost as comfortable as the king’s. After breakfast and a long back-and-forth with Resin, I finally took his pain relief potions and let him bandage my hands. Seeing how high the sun was, I must have slept for hours. Taking a sip of water, I told myself, “I need a walk,” nodding firmly. So far, the walk had been refreshing. Aside from the jump scare I had with the two bulky guards at the door, who thankfully ignored my small presence when I left the cottage. I heard a distant, continuous neighing and followed its source, soon stumbling upon a side entrance to the royal stables. I’d never seen so many soldiers patrolling the arena in one place. Some stood still, gazing out into the open field as if expecting someone. “Cassia?” I turned my head at the sound of my name. “Drakon!” I walked over to him. He was carrying a bucket of muddy water. He rai