All Chapters of The King’s Relentless Desire : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Liana’s POVThe corridor is quiet when we walk. Not dramatic. Not tense. Just early. A cold kind of early where the stone still holds night air and every footstep sounds louder than it should.I walk beside him.Not behind him.Not close enough to touch.Just close enough that I can feel his presence like heat.I do not look at him.I don’t need to.I can feel the attention he keeps on me without ever turning his head.I focus on the floor, the windows, the long stretch of hallway ahead. The light outside is turning pale. Morning is trying to take shape. The castle feels like it is waking slowly, pulling itself upward.My hands are steady at my sides.My breathing is even.But inside, there is a tension. A quiet one. Not panic. Not fear.Something like readiness.We reach the entrance to the great hall. Two guards stand there. They look at us. Not with curiosity. With that trained stillness that hides curiosity well.Kael steps forward first.The doors

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One Liana’s POV We leave the council room without speaking. The door closes behind us, and the sound of it settles into my chest. Not heavy. Just final. Kael walks ahead by half a step, like he’s giving me space to walk with him instead of behind him. The hallway is wide, but it feels narrow with how everything in me stays focused on him. His presence has weight. Not the kind that presses. The kind that draws. We turn toward the war wing. The light changes here. Torches instead of windows. The air is warm and smells like iron and old maps. A guard opens another door for him, and we step into a smaller planning chamber. The door closes, and now it’s just us. No council. No eyes. No performance. Just the space where decisions actually happen. The room is simple. A table. Maps spread out. Markers. A low-burning lamp. Kael stands at the table, bracing his hands on the edge. I stand beside him and look at the map. Territories. Borders. The envoy’s ki

Chapter one Hundred and thirty two Liana POV I wake before the sun. The room is still dim. The air is cool. My body feels heavy, not from exhaustion, but from the weight of everything that happened last night. I don’t move right away. I just lie there and stare at the ceiling, the quiet settling around me. There is no dream hanging to shake off. Just memory. Real and close. My fingers curl slowly in the sheets. I feel the warmth where my body had been pressed into them. I breathe in and exhale slowly. My chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, but inside I feel something unsteady, something stirring and careful. I shift onto my side and look toward the window. Pale light is beginning to gather at the edge of the sky. Not sunrise yet. Just the moment before. The moment everything is waiting. I pull myself up and sit at the edge of the bed. My feet touch the floor. It’s cool under my skin. I stay like that for a short time, hands resting in my lap. I don’t feel rus

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Four Liana POV We leave the council hall together. The hallway is bright now. Sunlight fills the stone corridor in long warm lines. The air smells like dust and old books and something faintly metallic from the guards’ armour. But the weight between us is different. Not heavy. Not tense. Alive. He walks just ahead of me, but not far. I can see the shift of his shoulders, the slow, controlled rhythm of his steps. He always moves like someone who knows the walls bend around him. I keep pace. My pulse is still steady from the council chamber. Not racing. Not shaking. Just… steady. Like something inside me has finally stood up straight. We reach the outer hall where high windows open to the courtyard below. Horses are being prepared. Carriages loaded. Messengers cross the cobblestones in quick lines. Everything is moving. He stops midway down the corridor. I stop with him. He looks ahead for a moment, not at me. His jaw tightens slightly like

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Six Liana POV I don’t change right away. I sit on the edge of the bed first, hands resting on my knees, just breathing. The room feels too still now, like the walls are listening. The window is open a little, letting in air that smells like stone and the gardens outside. My heartbeat hasn’t gone back to normal. It keeps pushing hard against my ribs. I keep replaying the moment downstairs. The way he said my name. The way he looked at me was like I wasn’t something he was trying to control anymore. Like I was something he had chosen. I don’t know how to settle myself. So I stand and move. I open the wardrobe and look through the dresses. My hand stops at one deep green one. The colour reminds me of the forest outside the walls. Strong colour. Not soft. I pull it out and lay it on the bed. I undo the ties of my current dress, letting it fall. The air hits my skin and I pause for a second. I feel exposed even though I’m alone. It’s not embarrassmen