Semua Bab CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Bab 121 - Bab 130

~MIA~“Yes I did.” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.“Why did you leave?”“Because I have a room of my own.”“But you're weak, you're sick. You need me to take care of you.” He argues.“Thorne, thank you for your care. For nursing me back and even changing my clothes but I'm fine now.”“No you're not, your face is still pale. Follow me back to my room and I'll take care of you.” He insists.“Do you really want to take care of me or do you want to control me? Keeping me in a place where your eyes will always be on me?”He tilts his head, expression unreadable. “I’m just trying to protect you Mia. You're my responsibility.” He takes a step toward me, slow and deliberate.“Who handed over to you that responsibility?” I shoot back at him.“Since the first night we met, ever since our eyes first jammed, you've been my responsibility.”‎I take a deep breath. “Release me,” I demand, my voice sharper than I expected. “I don’t belong to you. You can’t just… claim me.”‎‎He stops a few

~Elara~Some noblewomen murmur in awe, pointing at the intricate embroidery and the gleam of jewels. Others whisper with obvious disdain, questioning the choice of silk and the cut of my bodice.I hear a faint gasp from a group of young nobles to the side. They’re probably expecting me to stumble, to falter but I won’t give them that satisfaction. I grip the folds of my skirt lightly, guiding it along the floor, and step forward.The dress is suddenly heavier than expected, the bodice too tight as I weighed the pros and cons of this marriage. I'm not just marrying Dravon but also the entire kingdom.Each step I take is me walking towards accepting my fate, accepting the duty and danger that comes with being a Queen.I push aside all my thoughts and take the advice a friend once told me. “Hold your head high and chin up.”Speak of the devil. I spot Justina waving at me from her seat before transitioning to give me a thumbs up.From my veil I can see almost everyone, the nobles in thei

~Calistra~I scoff, earning a glare from Lucien.The King walks to the end of the aisle, gesturing for all to sit and we all do, whispers rippling through the hall.I watch as Lucien's expression changes, giving subtle glares at the King. Oh he should get over his jealousy already. Ever since he learnt Elara was getting married, he has been in a sulking mood. I don't know the charm Elara used on him to still have a hold over him till now, despite me giving him an heir.One of the reasons I even showed him the invite and insisted we come to the wedding is because of this. I want him to get it in his thick skull that she's finally getting married. So he can stop pining over her and focus on me.Probably watching her get married will make reality dawn on him that he can never get her back.“Now the Bride, Elara Whynthorne arrives!” A voice booms out from nowhere, resonating through the large hall.The sound of melodious piano notes hum in the air as the main door of the hall opens drama

~Elara~I hear the main chamber door open and I quickly hide the cloth underneath the bedsheet, disrupting the love design they made with rose petals on the bed.Dravon opens the bedroom door, stepping inside. He's still in his tuxedo that matches my burgundy dress. He looks around the room and his eyes finally stop at me. “What happened here?”I shrug, unable to give an explanation.Both of us stand hesitantly, the air awkward and tense. Nobody seems to know how to proceed from here.“I can-”“You should-”The both of us speak at the same time, interrupting one another.The awkwardness increases.“I'll go first.” Dravon suggests. “You should change your clothes. You know where everything is being kept, I'll wait out there.” He gestures outside the bedroom.“Okay.” I agree softly. His idea is better.He leaves the bedroom and I let out a sigh of relief, the awkward air dissipating.I quickly remove my dress and shower, putting on my night gown. There's no way I'm putting on that strin

~Mia~“Really Mia?” Thorne asks, his tone soft. “Look me in the eye and tell me you felt nothing that night.”‎‎I swallow, blinking back the heat rising to my cheeks. I remember that night too well. I was rebellious, reckless, desperate to feel something other than the betrayal that Kyle had carved into me. I took what I wanted, left what I didn’t. It was survival. Or so I told myself.I kept jumping from one bed to another, trying to get back at Kyle, trying to get over Kyle's cheating ass. Eventually it became my thing, the feeling of being needed, being adored clouded my sense of reasoning. Then I met Thorne that night. The one man that truly made me feel seen, he listened to me, appreciated me in a way I didn't know was possible. He made me feel something I thought I was incapable of. All these happened in one night. All these happened just because of him. I had to eventually stop my bed hopping, because no one can make me feel truly seen like Thorne. He has a hold on me that no