The King’s Relentless Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Chapter One Hundred and Nine Liana’s POV I remained seated on the edge of the bed long after the door had closed. The room was still warm from his presence, but it felt different now. Still. Quiet. My hands rested in my lap. The sheets were gathered around me, soft against my skin. For a moment, I simply breathed. The morning light was growing slowly, shifting from grey to something soft and pale. It touched the curtains and spread along the floor, moving toward me inch by inch. I hadn’t realised how deeply he held me through the night until I no longer felt the shape of his arm around my waist. The absence was not painful. It was just there. A quiet, steady ache that reminded me of how close we had been. I rose from the bed slowly. My body felt different. Softer. Less tense, as if something in me had finally unknotted itself. The floor was cool beneath my feet. I crossed the room and opened the window, letting the morning air wash over me. It was cold, but not sharp. Fresh.

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven Liana’s POV I dressed slowly. The room still held the memory of him, like the air had been warmed and shaped by his presence. My hands moved without thought, fastening the soft ties of my dress at the back. The fabric was light, a muted shade of cream, chosen not for beauty but for the ability to blend into the palace corridors. I didn’t want to stand out today, though I knew I would anyway. Everyone watched me now. I sat at the small mirror near the window and smoothed my hair back. It fell down my back in a clean line, dark against the pale fabric. My reflection looked steady. Calm. But I could still feel the echo of his hands, his breath, the quiet certainty of him standing close enough to feel. There was a soft knock at the door. Not rushed. Not timid. Just a single, steady sound. When I opened it, Aria stood there. Her posture was careful. Controlled. She did not look surprised to see me awake. Perhaps word moved faster in this palace than b

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen Liana’s POV We kept walking. The corridor narrowed as we moved deeper into the quiet wing of the castle, where fewer people lingered and the air felt heavier, more private. The stone held warmth from the torches, and the floor beneath my feet seemed to echo every step I took beside him. Kael didn’t speak again at first. He didn’t need to. His silence was deliberate. Controlled. Like he was giving me room to breathe and taking it away in the same moment. I could feel the echo of the council chamber still clinging to me. The weight of the glances. The unspoken questions. The way Lady Serine’s eyes had tried to read me like a text she could dissect. I inhaled slowly. Soft. Quiet. Kael noticed. He always noticed. His hand brushed mine again, and this time his fingers lingered. Not holding. Just touching. A contact that felt like a claim, even though it wasn’t spoken. “You don’t need to fear them,” he said. His voice was steady. Low. I kept m

Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen Liana’s POV The hall opened around me in a slow swell of voices and movement. Light from the tall stained glass windows fell in colored shapes across the polished stone floor, making the crowd look like they were standing inside fragments of broken jewels. Every step I took carried the soft echo of my boots, though it felt much louder to me than to anyone else. But people noticed. Not openly. Not obviously. They watched the way people in court always watched. Through the corners of their eyes. With half-conversations that paused midsentence. With silence that tried to pretend it wasn’t silence. I felt every one of those glances. I didn’t lower my gaze. I didn’t rush. I moved with the same steady pace I had beside Kael in the corridor. The same silent claim he had placed in his touch lingered on my skin. Even though he wasn’t here beside me now, his presence followed me through the room like a shadow. A few nobles stepped aside to let me p

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen Liana’s POV The corridor opened into the upper courtyard terrace, where the air smelled faintly of pine and smoke from the kitchens below. The stone railing was cool beneath my fingertips as we crossed onto the terrace, the view stretching downward to the training grounds and the river valley beyond. Kael walked a few steps ahead, not because he was pulling me forward, but because the pace was natural to him. I fell into step beside him easily. Below us, the soldiers trained in formation. The sound of metal striking metal carried up in sharp, rhythmic bursts. Shields lifted. Boots braced. Swords cut the air. Life here did not slow, even when everything inside me felt like it had. Kael’s gaze traced the lines of the training rows. “You see the ones closest to the outer wall?” he asked. I followed his line of sight. “Yes. They look older than the rest.” “They are. Veterans of the border conflict. Men who’ve already chosen where they stand.”