Lahat ng Kabanata ng The King’s Relentless Desire : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Chapter Eighty Liana’s POV The morning air bit cold against my skin as the carriage rolled through the outer gates. For the first time in weeks, the castle walls faded behind me. The sound of the horses’ hooves striking stone echoed like a rhythm I hadn’t realised I missed sharp, alive, unpredictable. I sat across from Kael, my hands clasped in my lap, the weight of his gaze heavy on me even when I didn’t look up. He hadn’t spoken since we left the courtyard. But silence with him was never peace. It was a waiting game. The carriage tilted slightly as it turned onto the road leading toward the lower city. Beyond the glass, I could see the fields stretching out, dotted with banners and men. Soldiers. Too many to ignore. We were heading to the council grounds a place I had only heard of in whispers. It was where lords, generals, and allies came to bow or betray. Kael’s voice finally broke the quiet. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.” I met his eyes. “Would you prefer

Chapter Eighty-Two Kael’s POVThe council chamber still smelled faintly of smoke and tension. Even after everyone had left, the air felt thick like the walls themselves had been listening.I sat in the high-backed chair at the end of the long table, staring at the place where Liana had stood earlier. She had spoken too freely today, and every man in this room had noticed.I could see it in their faces the whispers behind their eyes, the doubt she had planted without meaning to.She didn’t understand what that kind of display could cost her.Or maybe she did, and she was testing me.Either way, it was dangerous.The door creaked open, and Commander Rowan entered. His armour caught the light, reflecting a muted shine across the table. His steps were steady, measured, as if he knew the weight of whatever waited in my silence.“You asked for me, Your Majesty.”I nodded. “Close the door.”He did. The sound of it shutting felt final. The echo carried for a few seconds before dying out, lea

Chapter Eighty-Four Liana’s POV The bells were still echoing through the marble halls when I reached the grand doors of the throne room. Two guards pulled them open at once. The sound filled the air like thunder. The council was already gathered. The nobles stood in neat rows, their jewelled collars gleaming under the high morning light. Every head turned when I entered, their eyes trailing over the red silk he had chosen for me. Kael stood at the far end beside his throne. He didn’t need to call me forward. His gaze alone was enough. I walked the length of the room, the soft fabric whispering with each step. I could feel their stares follow me — measuring, judging, wondering what it meant that I was summoned again so soon. When I reached him, he turned slightly, enough for his voice to reach only me. “Stand here.” His tone left no space for refusal. I moved closer, my shoulder nearly brushing his arm. The scent of his skin reached me again smoke, cedar, and something faint

Chapter Eighty-Six Liana’s POV The morning light didn’t feel like morning at all. It was sharp and cold, the kind that didn’t warm the skin, only revealed what you didn’t want seen. The servants had come early, dressing me in the silver gown Kael had ordered. It clung close around my waist, heavy with thin chains that shimmered when I moved. The fabric felt foreign, but that wasn’t new anymore. Nothing about my life belonged to me. They told me the King was already waiting in the throne room. My stomach twisted at the thought. I remembered every word from last night — his tone, his eyes, the way his touch had lingered for just long enough to confuse me. He hadn’t hurt me, but somehow I had left that room feeling stripped bare. Now I was supposed to stand beside him, in front of everyone. The walk down the corridor felt longer than it was. My heels clicked against the marble floor, echoing back at me. Every guard I passed bowed their head, but none met my eyes. When the thron

Chapter Eighty-Eight Liana’s POV The palace gates closed behind us with a hollow echo. The noise of the city faded away, replaced by the soft rhythm of footsteps and the distant sound of the fountains. I should have felt relief stepping back into the marble halls, but instead, there was only a tightening in my chest. Kael walked beside me without speaking. The guards followed a few paces behind, their armour glinting in the filtered light from the high windows. Every sound seemed louder the rustle of my gown, the soft click of my shoes, the heavy thud of his boots against the floor. When we reached the grand corridor, servants lowered their heads as we passed. They didn’t look at me the way they used to. There was no pity in their eyes anymore. Only curiosity. Caution. A quiet understanding that something had changed, and that I was no longer invisible. Kael paused near the staircase, his voice quiet but firm. “Go to your chambers.” I turned to face him. “You didn’t have to