บททั้งหมดของ Bound as the Alpha king's Slave : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"The king is waiting." One of the older maids said to her. Her eyes found her bangle on the nightstand. The gold glistening bangle screamed royalty and it was priceless. She had the urge to wear it. You're no longer a princess, Lyra. She looked away from the jewel, got up and walked out of the dressing room towards the King's Chambers. When she got to his bedroom, a guard out there informed her that the king is not in his bedroom at the moment. He's in the bedroom at the end of the hallway. She thanked the guard and started down the hallway. On the door, her heart was already beating out of her chest. She knocked once and waited. "Come in." The deep voice she hasn't heard in three noon days came through. She opened the door and entered the unfamiliar room. She took a brief look around. A big bed in the center of the room, an old flower in a flower pot at the window, a wooden lantern at the nightstand. The room screamed royalty, but it also screamed barrenness. Obviously, so

Now, she understands what the king meant by the unmasking, she thought as she recited the words. With their permission, she put back her mask on and finally padlocked it. King Thomas continued his speech and the more he talked, the more agitated she is. From everything he said, she got to understand a few things. While the Mask Festival is going on in this Royal Court, she'll be taken to the inner room where she'll be, and the kings will visit her one after the other. She swallowed tightly. Suddenly, she wanted to use the bathroom. This horrible impending torture was seriously upsetting her bladder. "You can go back now, slave," King Thomas said to her in the middle of his speech. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as she walked back to King Ryker's side and lowered herself to the ground in her usual position. At least she isn't the center of attention for now, that's all that matters. Tears were starting to prickle her eyes and no matter how she tried to blink them back, the

Lyra followed Bami to the backyard where the woman ordered her to carry some woods to the store and arrange it properly. She'd wanted to question Bami but already, the older woman dismissed her by turning and on doing another thing altogether. How would Bami bring her out from something as important as 'Introduction' according to the kings, just for her to carry log of woods? Something is definitely off. Time dragged by. The more Lyra carried the wood, the more her back prickled. Her chest became heavy. She was feeling uncomfortable. Something is off. Something is definitely wrong. Whatever it is, is very bad to be affecting her this way. She forgot all about a slave never questioning orders and she dropped the next log of wood she carried. "B-Bami...?" She called. It surprised her that her voice was trembling. "What is the matter?" Bami dropped the broom and stared at her. But, Lyra found out that Bami couldn't look her in the eyes....or at her face. "What's g-going on, B-B

"Snap out of it, Lyra! Emily would never want you this way at all! You have to be strong for her!" Bami said as they walked out of the passage that divided the palace from the Royal Court. As she talked, they saw Vane. Bami left Lyra and ran towards him, she relayed the King's message. Vane's eyes darkened and his hand fisted tightly at his side as Bami quickly ran him through everything that happened. He walked past them and started towards the route of the Royal Court. That was the only thing that snapped Lyra out of her trance. She turned and started running after him, determined to go with him. She has to see Emily, she just has to! Bami didn't waste time trying to stop her. Instead, they all followed Vane. There's another way that leads to the inner room without having to go through the hall of the court. Vane led them through that way, withdrawing a huge bunch of keys from the key chain at his side, he sorted through the keys and singled out one small key, he used it to

In the comfort of his room, King Ryker wrote notes on the financial status of the lower market of Bloodmoon and its improvements. Naturally, it should be the Royal Accountant writing about it, but he'd instructed the accountant to leave it. Not because of anything else, but it's a good way to exhaust the body. Who knows, he might sleep relatively well tonight. He considered going to Scarlett's room. Then, he'd put out the consideration; the financial books do need updating. As he wrote, the girl's screams came banging at the back of his head. With each scribble, her agonizing scream rose in his head. And then, he'd seen Lyra. Today, he saw a different Lyra. He saw the princess, and he saw the slave. He didn't see Valen's daughter. As he wrote, her face stood at the back of his mind. Her pain as her former personal maid screamed behind the door. Why did the sight of it affect him so much? Maybe, it's because he looked at her and saw himself. Each pain on her face mirrored his