Todos os capítulos de CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

CALISTRA'S POVEveryone stands, clapping as the final speech is being said, marking the end of the ceremony.Finally this stupid ceremony is over. I don't have to force a smile and endure watching Elara wearing that fanciful Queen's cloak.I watch as Elara talks in a hush tone to the King.I know that she's gloating beneath all these humble facade she's trying to display to the crowd. A wolf in sheep's clothing is what she is.If not that I ensured that she is kicked out of Winterwood, she wouldn't have even had the chance to meet the King. Who knows what charms she used to get the King that he actually married her, putting aside his rightful fiancee.If I had known she would eventually become a Queen, I would've done my best to kill her right there in Winterwood.“Calistra?” I hear Lucien call out my name, snapping me back to reality. Some delegates were leaving, some hanging around to chat. “You've been glaring at Elara since the ceremony ended.”I quickly fix my expression. “Me? No

ELARA'S POVI stare at the racks of clothes, confused on which to wear. Almost my entire wardrobe was changed immediately I became Queen.Eighty percent of my clothes are now gowns and fancy dresses, only a few casual wears hanging on the rack.This is something I'm struggling to adapt with as a Queen. My clothes have to be meticulously picked out, most times with Aria by my side. I find it ridiculous, because why can't I keep wearing my blue jeans and flannel shirt?Even back at Winterwood I wore anything I deemed fit, there were no strict rules or dress code for the Luna.I've always been a fan of comfortable dress over flashy attires so this current change is hard.Dravon's closet is very huge, it's like entering another room on it's own.I can't believe he previously owned the entire closet, how many outfits does he have exactly?Currently the entire left side of the closet is Dravon's while the right side is mine.My side is packed with different clothes, jewelries, footwears and

ELARA'S POVI walk out from the palace kitchen different aromas wafting through the air. Inside the palace kitchen is like a food heaven, different dishes being prepared at once.Everything is so neat and organized, everyone has their different sections. There are people for washing dishes, bringing in raw food products, prepping ingredients, cooking, plating dishes, taking in calls from different places in the palace that need food and there are also people that call on servants to disperse the food to their necessary places.With such a huge responsibility I didn't expect the head of the palace kitchen to be a petite young lady like me. I was surprised when I walked in and demanded for the kitchen head and she came out.Her petite appearance shouldn't fool you, she commands the kitchen staff like a warlord. It was like I was watching a reality cooking show in real life.Shriya, the kitchen head, walks beside me as we leave the kitchen.“Is there any other thing you'd like to add? An

ELARA'S POVI flip through the pages of the book, quite in disbelief that it actually exists. The palace ladies code of conduct actually has a book. While Aria has taught me some of the rules, I didn't bother finding out about the rest. My mind didn't even lean on the idea that it might have a book.“I don't still agree on scrapping the code of conduct. It has been here for generations, guiding each Queen on the right path.” Lady Nyfa says, leaning back on her chair.“I'm not scraping it out entirely. I just want to update it. Things have changed, most of the practices here ought to be regularly revised.” I argue back.I've been having this argument with her for nearly an hour now. As much as Dravon gave me the permission to use my power to remove any rule I want, I still want the people's consent. My method of ruling is different.“Your Majesty,” Lady Nyfa begins. “In this palace we uphold tradition. Each noble, courtier, concubine if the King desires to have one, and the Queen foll

ELARA'S POV I hold my breath, accepting my fate that I'll get caught.‎‎A knock on the chamber door breaks the silence.‎‎“Lady Anita,” a servant calls. “Your father, Lord Veyra, requests your presence.”‎‎Anita curses under her breath, her hand snapping away from the curtain. Relief crashes over me so fast my knees almost give out.She mutters something about wasted time, then her footsteps retreat. The door shuts behind her, and I’m left alone in the suffocating silence.‎‎I don’t move for what feels like forever. When I finally stagger out from behind the curtain, my legs are shaking. My sleeve still holds the scraps, their edges pressing into my skin like thorns.‎‎I look around once more, the room is empty. I’ve uncovered pieces of the truth tonight, but at what cost?‎My sanity. My sanity was the cost of getting my hands on these letters. I didn't know what to think when I was looking for where to hide.‎The night air in the corridor feels heavy as I slip out of Anita’s c