Semua Bab His Majesty’s Captive : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Fiona's pov From my position on the ground, there was the sound of doors swinging open, the thudding in my ears rhyming with the heavy boots that stomped against the ground at the command of a furious man.Through that fury, the scent was more prevalent, evident.I drew in through my nostrils-an unintentional sniff-something familiar yet different. The scent stung, awakening anxious feelings, yet carried a hint of something enthralling.He smelt like spiced musk-deep, intoxicating. The hint of leather evoked warmth, and smoky embers sizzled through, making my knees weaker, a slight tremble going through my thighs as the mark hidden within them flamed soothingly against my skin.He got closer. With each step, each corner he took, he was still a bit far off, yet every action was magnified. Iris, my wolf, purred in my head, panting-anticipating the arrival of our mate. Emotions overrode her, while my excitement caved into anxiety at what our interaction would be lik

Fiona's pov In all 23 summers of my life, I had only been nude before one man, and one man alone. An act that brought about the most insatiable moments I have ever lived. But it wasn't worth my remembrance, as that night was followed by the worst of tragedies leading up to three years later. I had gone bare before that man willingly, but now the man before me had the same request that didn't resonate with my compliance. And so, I dragged my hand up my dress, fingers clutching tightly to the fabric, presenting resistance to his command, and my gaze wavered, breaking the strong resolve I had."It isn't winter yet, so has nobility frozen your hearing?" The slave master barked, "Strip, you bloody tramp!" His eyes were red-rimmed as he wreaked chaos on me."I cannot do that." I tried to steady my voice, "You cannot force me to do that against my will!"The man's hands shot out at my words, his fingers grasping my throat, squeezing, making indents on my skin. My wolf

Fiona's pov Celia turned to me the moment the King's guard stepped outside. Her face lit up with delight, at the news of being summoned by the king."Celia..." I called with a raised brow. "Is it a happy occasion?""Your Highness," she breathed out, clapping her palms together, "I think this means something good!""Why so?" I asked, turning around and taking steps towards where Liora lay. "What's so special about the devil himself calling for me?" I bent over my daughter, smoothing her hair and tucking the covers tighter around her. "I'd say he wants to kill me.""I say he wants to give your bond a chance," she stated, moving closer to me. "Think about it, Your Highness," she began to speak. "You just told me about the mate bond, which he doesn't believe in, but at least he felt something. Maybe, beneath all that hard exterior, he's grown a soft spot for you a—""Oh, Celia," I rolled my eyes, "you've been listening again to those mythical romance fables.""Your Highnes

Fiona's POV "Your Majesty," I whispered, absorbing the feel of his fingers stroking over my hand as he gently pulled me closer. "We sho-" "I have been thinking about you all day, Fiona," he groaned in my ear, his arm snaking around my waist, drawing me closer to close the space between us. "I missed you." He dropped a kiss against my ear, his fingers combing through the strands of my hair as he dropped another little kiss behind my ear. His lips skimmed past my jawline, igniting sparks with each space they touched, and his fingers caressed around my waist softly while I melted into his touch, letting him lift me up against him. "Your Majesty," I breathed, my chest rising and falling as the rushing of blood pounded in my ears. "I should go." "Call me Octavius," he whispered, bringing his lips to my forehead, touching them against it softly. Then he dropped a tiny kiss to my nose. "Fiona," he called gently. "My love, my queen." His whispers were as soothing as his touches. "Can I ki

Octavius's POV A star fell the night my mother went into labor in her attempts to bear me, and when morning came, it was an eclipse that preceded my birth. The whole of Velmora had been thrown into chaos, as the elders had said-a birth bringing about a fallen star and an eclipse surely spelled doom. A child with golden hair and blue eyes-not the typical dragon-blooded looks—would bring chaos upon the kingdom. A child who killed its mother as she came into this world couldn't sit on the throne without turning the kingdom to ashes. These myths had surrounded my existence. I walked on eggshells trying to cleanse what I hadn't tainted, correct what hadn't even gone wrong, and prove myself worthy enough to be heir. It had been successful until three years ago—a night that set my entire world ablaze. As dragons, we were kin to fire, but that didn't mean we couldn't burn-and that night, the fire branded me. My ancestors denounced me, and my destiny was trampled upon. Even after trying to