Lahat ng Kabanata ng The King’s Relentless Desire : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter Eighty-Nine Liana’s POV The door closed behind him with a soft click. It sounded too final. The sound stayed in my head, echoing through the stillness until all I could hear was my own heartbeat. The air felt different without him thinner, colder. The room held his scent, faint and sharp, the same scent that clung to my skin every time he came too close. I moved toward the mirror again, not sure why. Maybe I needed proof that I was still myself. That he hadn’t completely rewritten me with his words and his touch. The reflection staring back looked softer now. Vulnerable. My lips parted slightly, like I was still holding on to something I hadn’t said. My body still remembered how close he had stood, how his voice had slid down my spine when he told me I’d learn to stand beside him. I touched the spot where his fingers had brushed my face. It was almost tender. Almost. But tenderness from him was always a trick a piece of power disguised as care. I turned away before t

Chapter Ninety-One Liana’s POV The first light came through the curtains in pale strips. I hadn’t really slept. My body had drifted between moments of half-dream and half-memory, every one of them touched by him. By his voice. By the sound of the door closing when he left. The fire was out. The air was cool now, heavy with the scent of smoke and him. I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around me. The silence felt like it was still holding him. My throat was dry. I stood and crossed to the basin by the window, pouring water that felt too cold against my skin. My reflection in the glass above it looked like someone else. My eyes were darker, my mouth set in a line that didn’t belong to me. I told myself to breathe. To stop thinking about the way his breath had brushed my ear, or how his words had felt like something more than a warning. There was a knock on the door. I froze. It wasn’t him. I knew that before I even answered. “My lady?” It was one of the servants. “T

Chapter Ninety-Three Liana’s POV The sky was bleeding into twilight when the gates closed behind us. The sound was heavy metal scraping against stone and it echoed in my chest like something final. Captain Rion rode ahead, his posture straight, his armour catching what little light remained. The escort followed in silence, their horses’ hooves dull against the dirt path leading away from the castle. I kept my eyes forward, but every turn of the road made the distance between me and Kael feel sharper. The air was colder outside the city walls. The smell of the fields — damp earth, wild grass, smoke from a distant village mixed with the fading scent of my perfume. I could still taste him on the back of my tongue. I hated that. I hated that even now, he was still under my skin. For a long time, no one spoke. Rion’s voice finally broke through the quiet. “We’ll stop at the ridge by nightfall, my lady. It’s safer to rest where the cliffs overlook the river.” I nodded. “And then?”

Chapter Ninety-Five Liana’s POV The night air was colder than I expected. The kind of cold that slips through layers of fabric and settles against your skin, no matter how tightly you wrap your cloak around your shoulders. I sat in the back of the small covered wagon, knees tucked close, hands resting against the wood beside me. The wheels rattled softly beneath us, steady but uneven, the road a mixture of packed dirt and scattered stone. We had been travelling for hours. The driver did not speak much. He was older, quiet, with lines carved deep into his face from years of sun and dust. He kept his eyes forward, watching the road as though it might shift beneath us at any moment. The guard riding beside us did not speak either. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword too often for it to be a habit. Something felt wrong. Not loud or obvious. Just a small, constant pressure behind my ribs. A tightness. The kind of feeling you notice only when the quiet stretches too long.

Chapter Ninety-Seven Kael’s POV The clearing felt too small for how many eyes watched. The fire flickered low, casting long shadows across the men surrounding her. They weren’t amateurs. Their hands rested close to their weapons, but none were foolish enough to move first. No one wanted to be the spark. Liana sat still in the centre of them. Not tied. Not held. But surrounded. Her hair had come loose from its braid. A strand fell across her cheek. She didn’t touch it. She didn’t look away from me. The steady rise and fall of her breathing was the only sign she wasn’t carved from stone. The leader stepped closer. His boots moved slowly across the dirt, deliberate, the way someone walked when they were used to people watching. He wasn’t a soldier. Not anymore. But he had been once. His eyes were trained. His stance is balanced. His presence cut through the clearing like a drawn blade. “We don’t have to be enemies,” he said. “Our quarrel is not with her.” My jaw tighten