All Chapters of The King’s Relentless Desire : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty EightLiana POVWe walk through the hall in silence.Not heavy silence. Not tense. Just… present. His hand is warm around mine. The castle is dim at this hour, torches low, air still. The sound of our footsteps is the only thing filling the corridors.My heart beats steadily. Not racing. Just sure.We reach his chamber doors, and he pauses, not to think, but to let the moment settle between us. He pushes the door open and the room is darker than the halls, with only a single candle lit near the windows.He lets go of my hand, but only so he can close the door behind us. The sound of the latch feels final, but not frightening. The room holds us. Just us.I stand near the centre, unsure of what to do with my hands. He walks toward me, slow enough that I feel each step before he takes it.He stops close again. Close enough that I feel the warmth of him.His hand touches the side of my face. His thumb rests just under my eye, steady.“Are you still choosing

Chapter One Hundred and FortyLiana POVThe doors to the council chamber are already open when we approach. People are inside, talking in low voices. Not quiet voices. Just low enough to pretend they are being respectful.I feel the attention before I see it.Eyes.Tracking me.Trying to understand what my presence means.Kael steps forward first, but he doesn’t walk ahead of me. He walks beside me. The distance between us is small but intentional. It says something without saying it.I keep my breathing steady.Not forced.Just steady.We walk inside.The room isn’t grand. Not like the throne hall. This is the room where decisions are made. Heavy table. High-backed chairs. Maps covering the walls. The air smells like ink and old wood.The council members look up.Some look surprised.Some look cautious.One or two are clearly annoyed.They expected the king.They did not expect me to be with him.Kael sits at the head of the table. I stand behind him at first. Not because I am told t

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two Liana POV The room is dim now. The fire has burned lower, but it’s still there, a soft orange glow against the stone walls. I lie beside him, still close, still warm from where our bodies were together. I feel the heat of his arm resting behind my back. My hand is on his chest. His breathing is slow and steady. I don’t move. I don’t speak. I just listen to him breathe. His skin smells like clean linen and smoke from the torches. My hair is tangled against his shoulder, and my legs are still tangled with his beneath the blankets. Everything feels quiet. Not silent. Just settled. His fingers move slowly along my spine. Not in a pattern. Just the way someone touches without thinking. Familiar. Certain. He doesn’t fall asleep quickly. Neither do I. My thoughts try to go to the morning. To the road. To danger. But being here with him pulls me back. I stay in the moment because I have to. Because the world outside this room waits to take him from m

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-FourLiana POVI stay lying there longer than I should.His hand is still on my waist. My breathing is steady now, but my chest feels full in a way that scares me. I don’t know what I am supposed to do with this. With him. With the way he looks at me like he already knows I will come back even if I try to walk away.His eyes are on me.He is watching.Not with hunger this time. Something quieter. Something that feels more dangerous.I look away first.I slowly move his hand off my waist and sit up. The shift is careful, slow, like my body is unsure if it is allowed to leave. My legs feel weak when they touch the floor. My fingers curl against the sheets.He sits up behind me. I feel the warmth of him at my back. He does not reach for me.He is waiting.I stand.I don’t look back.The air feels thick against my skin. I pull on my dress with shaking hands. The fabric slides over my shoulders, my hips. It feels different now. Like my body isn’t the same body

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Six Liana POVWe move quickly, and the castle changes around us.The walls feel narrower. The air turns colder. The sound of footsteps and orders begins to rise from below, layered into something sharp and tense. I match Kael’s pace, though every muscle in my body is pushing harder to keep up.My heartbeat is too loud. It fills my ears. It makes everything feel closer.We take the stone steps downward, and the atmosphere shifts again. The corridors here are not polished like the upper halls. The torches burn lower. The stone is darker. The air smells like metal and earth.This is where soldiers move.This is where reality stays.Kael doesn’t slow. His cloak moves behind him like it’s part of him, like the castle air itself makes room for him to pass. Three guards fall in step behind us. No one speaks. No one needs to.My breathing is steady, but my stomach is tight.I keep thinking of the voices in the hall.Of the way they looked at me.Of how quickly t