Semua Bab The Tyrant King’s Eleventh Bride: Bab 11 - Bab 20

FaelaMy face was still warm when the guard knocked on my door the next morning.Not from sleep. From the loop of images that had played behind my eyelids all night — water on his chest, his hand on my lower back, the impossible width of his shoulders dripping in the lamplight. I'd pressed my face i

FaelaHis chest heaved with each breath. A low sound rolled out of him, not a growl, not a voice. Something older. Something that lived beneath language.My legs had locked. My lungs wouldn't fill. The moonlight cut between us and turned the blood-red of his eyes into something liquid, something ali

FaelaThree days in a locked room is enough to make you talk to the walls.I didn't. I sat on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest and replayed the same loop until the edges wore smooth. His back against my chest. His heartbeat slamming through me. The red leaving his eyes.Maids came three time

“I don’t pity you, Faela,” Conri whispered. “But you deserved better.”Silence fell between us.After a few heartbeats, Conri turned back to the book, any trace of sadness gone. “Let’s continue.”We carried on well into the night, and soon I had a stack of notes nearly as thick as the record book. T

As beautiful as I knew I looked, it all felt fake. Flimsy. Like I was a piece of wet cardboard that would crumble with the slightest touch.Still…I knew that Conri believed I could do this, even if he wasn’t the cheerleading type. Why else would he have spent all those hours in the library with me?