Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Plus Size Model: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

LyraI was standing near the garden when Damien found me, and from the way he smiled, I already knew he had something in mind. He leaned against the stone wall and looked at me for a moment before speaking, as though he was trying to decide whether I would say yes. After everything that had happened inside the palace, I had learned to be careful about accepting invitations, especially when Kyon was involved. Still, there was something about Damien that made me lower my guard without even realizing it."I'm going on a walk,” he said. “Mind coming with me?”I frowned. "Where?"He shrugged. “I don't know. Anywhere you lead me to, I guess.”I stared at him, and he seemed to have noticed the hesitation in my expression. “I just want to see the kingdom outside the royal walls,” he said. “It's been such a long time and some places aren't familiar anymore. You don't want me getting missing, do you?”He asked the last question with a wink and my cheeks instantly became hot.I shook my head sl

LyraI had never realized how strange it felt to make my own choices until Damien started asking me what I wanted. Every morning, he would find me and ask what I wanted to wear, where I wanted to go, or what I wanted to eat, and at first I thought he was joking. I was so used to people telling me what was expected of me that simple questions like those sometimes left me staring at him without an answer. Damien never laughed when that happened, though; he would simply wait until I made a choice, even if it took me several minutes. Slowly, something inside me began to change because I started remembering that I was a person before I was a human in a royal palace, a possible Luna, or a woman carrying a strange mark.One morning, he stood outside my door while I struggled to choose between two dresses, and I finally turned toward him in frustration.“Which one do you think I should wear?”He shook his head. “Why does it have to be what I think?”“Because you probably know what looks bette

LyraI was standing in front of my mirror, fixing the last part of my hair, when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. I knew who it was before the door opened because there was something about Kyon's steps that I had learned to recognize, even when I wished I could forget everything connected to him. I picked up my small bag from the table and turned toward the door just as he appeared. His eyes immediately moved over me, taking in my dress and the coat hanging over my arm, and something dark flashed across his face.“Where are you going?”His voice was too sharp, and I slowly raised an eyebrow at him. “I'm going out.”“With Damien?”I hated the way my heart reacted when he said his name, because a small part of me suddenly felt guilty even though I had done nothing wrong. I forced myself to look directly into Kyon's eyes and nodded. “Yes, with Damien, and before you say anything, I am not asking for permission.” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, neither of us spoke, but I

LyraI knew something was different the moment Damien asked me to meet him in the quiet garden behind the east wing. The sun was already sinking, painting the sky with soft orange light, while the trees moved gently in the evening wind, but I could not relax because of the serious look on his face. He stood beside the stone fountain with his hands behind his back, watching me approach, and for the first time since I had met him, I began to wonder if there was something he had been keeping from me. Still, I forced myself to smile because Damien had never given me a reason to fear him."You wanted to see me?"He nodded. "Yes. There is something I need to ask you, Lyra."The way he said my name made my heart beat a little faster, and I stopped a few steps away from him. "What is it?"Damien took a slow breath before looking directly into my eyes. "I want you to leave the palace with me."For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong. I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh or explain

LyraSomething about Damien had started bothering me, and I could not explain exactly what it was. It was not one big thing that made me suspicious, but many small things that kept piling up inside my mind until I could no longer ignore them. Over time, I realized that he sometimes knew details about my past that I did not remember telling him, and he recognized symbols from my dreams far too quickly for someone who claimed he had no idea what those symbols meant. Even the way his eyes sometimes moved toward the mark on my arm made me uncomfortable, because there was always something in his expression that disappeared before I could understand it.At breakfast, I watched him carefully while we talked, pretending to be interested in the food in front of me. He was laughing with one of the guards, looking relaxed and completely normal, but I kept remembering how he had stared at my mark the first time he saw it. There was no disgust in his eyes, and there was no fear either, which shou