The King’s Relentless Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Chapter Sixty-NineLiana’s POVThe door closed, and the sound of it echoed like a final command.I stayed where I was. Kneeling. Bare hands pressed against the cold marble floor. My body trembled from the inside out, not from fear but from something heavier.The air didn’t move. It felt trapped between the walls, warm where I breathed it in and colder where it touched my skin. My palms were slick against the marble, the faint sheen of sweat catching the candlelight as I tried to breathe through the silence. Every inhale scraped against my throat, rough, shaky.The room was empty now, yet I could still feel their eyes on me the way they had stared, the way they had whispered when Kael made me kneel. My cheeks burned even though no one was there to see.I wanted to move. I wanted to stand. But my legs wouldn’t listen.Every breath felt too loud. The air was thick, carrying the scent of wax, smoke, and his cologne. It clung to me like a reminder that I belonged here, under his rule, unde

Chapter Seventy-OneLiana’s POVThe doors closed behind him.The sound echoed through the throne room, low and final, as if it meant something more than just his leaving. The silence that followed was too loud. My heartbeat filled it, uneven, defiant, trembling.I didn’t move at first.The space around me still felt like him the faint heat where he’d stood, the trace of his voice that still clung to the air. Even the air felt touched by him, charged in a way that left my skin prickling.The light from the high windows stretched across the floor, pale and gold, painting long shadows that reached toward me. I stared at them, trying to breathe past the tightness in my chest.But I couldn’t.I could still feel him. The weight of his stare. The quiet authority in every word. The threat that never needed to be spoken because it was already in the way he looked at me.I hated how my body remembered him.I hated how I wanted it to.My hands curled around the edge of the railing. The marble wa

Chapter Seventy-Three Kael’s POV She didn’t look back when she left. The doors closed behind her, slow and heavy, sealing the silence inside the hall. For a long moment, I stayed where I was, staring at the space she had occupied only seconds ago. The scent of her still lingered a mix of wine, candle smoke, and something softer that I couldn’t name. My hand rested against the table, fingers still curled around the edge where she had sat beside me. The imprint of her presence felt alive on the air, stubborn and lingering. I exhaled slowly. The taste of control was still fresh in my mouth. She had trembled when I touched her. Tried to hide it, but I had seen. Every flicker of restraint. Every slow swallow when she realised how closely I was watching. It was the kind of reaction that said more than words ever could. I didn’t move for a while. I wanted to. I wanted to follow her the moment she left. But waiting was part of it watching her walk away, knowing she felt every second of

Chapter Seventy-FiveLiana’s POVThe night refused to be quiet.The walls seemed to hold the memory of him. Every breath, every word, every touch still lingered in the air like heat that wouldn’t fade.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The fire had burned low, but the room still carried its warmth. My body didn’t need it. My skin was already too warm. I could feel every beat of my pulse, a steady rhythm that wouldn’t calm no matter how long I stayed still.I turned onto my side, facing the space beside me. It felt too large. Too quiet.His voice replayed in my head, the way he had said my name — calm, low, deliberate. I tried to breathe it away, but it stayed.I pressed my legs together, the movement small but sharp. It was like trying to resist a thought that only grew stronger when denied. I hated the way my body remembered him even when my mind fought to forget.The sheets felt cool against my skin, but they didn’t soothe me. They reminded me instead of his hand on my arm,

Chapter Seventy-Seven Liana’s POV The room was too quiet. I lay there, staring at the ceiling long after the fire had died out, the air heavy and still. My thoughts wouldn’t stop turning. Every time I tried to close my eyes, I saw his face again, the way his gaze had lingered on me in the hall, the way it had burned through every layer I tried to hide behind. I turned onto my side and pulled the blanket higher, but the warmth felt wrong now, stifling instead of comforting. My chest rose and fell too quickly. The silence pressed against me, thick enough that I could hear my own heartbeat. The craving hadn’t faded. It had only changed shape. I pushed the blanket away and sat up, my hair falling loose around my shoulders. The faint light from the moon crept in through the curtains, painting the floor in silver. I hesitated, then stood, drawn toward it. The balcony doors stood open just slightly, letting in a whisper of cool air. It brushed against my bare arms as I stepped closer,