All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ELARA'S POV I 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

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

ELARA'S POV The letters feel heavy in my hands as I slip back into my chambers, the ink smudging faintly against my palm from where I gripped them too tightly.Ney still paces beneath my skin, restless, growling softly at the thought of Anita’s smirk and her poisonous words. If Anita had prompted me to shift in the corridor, I don't think Ney would have mercy on her. While I dislike her, Ney hates her with every fur she has.I go into my bedroom looking around. Dravon is not yet back, I'll have to wait so I can show him all these.‎‎I look down at the letters in my hand. I want to scream. I want to march down the hall, throw these letters into the council chamber, and call out every traitor by name. But I can’t. I know better. A Queen who loses control isn’t seen as strong. She’s seen as weak, frantic, unfit.‎‎And right now, I cannot afford weakness.Besides, Anita was right. I need more than letters to prove my accusations, anybody can fabricate letters. Her father, Lord Veyra ha

ELARA'S POVI sit in front of my vanity, facing my mirror.‎I stare at my reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. My crown sits steady on my head, the crystals glinting in the light, but it’s not the crown that holds my attention. It’s the look in my own eyes, fierce, sharp, almost predatory.My expression holds no emotions, my eyes soulless. My face is pale and I feel weak, guilt creeping inside of me.Xavier returned. The guard brought Xavier back, he brought him dead. Xavier was murdered in cold blood and dumped at a refuse site. In his palm there was a note that says.Don't cross your boundaries.You Know WhoI know the message was sent to warn me, to threaten me to back off. It's probably a retaliation for snooping in Anita's room, for trying to disrupt their plans.They want to frighten me to keep shut, to not reveal the letters to the council.They sent a message through Xavier, through an innocent soul. He did nothing to harm them but he beca

MIA'S POVI wipe the sweat trickling down my cheeks with the hem of my sleeves before picking out the weeds around the roses, careful so the thorns won't prick me.“Why are you not wearing gloves?” I hear a familiar voice call out.I turn, spotting Clara, my coworker in the floral session coming towards me.I shrug. “I couldn't find my own gloves and I'm feeling too lazy to look for them.”“You could've asked for mine, these roses have thorns and it's very tricky to weed around it.”I brush it off. “It's fine, I've been doing just fine.” I show her my hands which were already stained with dirt. “See, I haven't been pricked yet and I'm almost done.”Clara shrugs. “If you say so.’She's about to leave but she halts and comes closer to me. “Have you seen that new orchard worker recently?”My heart skips with fear at the thought of who she's referring to. “You mean K- Kyle?”Clara's face scrunches in confusion. “Kyle? Who's that? I mean Nathaniel, the tall guy with brown eyes.”He's using