Novel & Cerita Hadassah: One Night With The King

TWO DAYS LATER King Luther walked into Zara's cell. His head held up high in pride. After all, he had defeated the great king Carl in battle and locked his queen in a dungeon. What no king has been able to do for years, he did it. Zara opened her weak eyes to look at him. Finally, after five months, she gets to see the face of the horrible man, who took over her nation and tortured her non-stop, without caring about her condition. Without caring about the life growing inside her. The man who brutally murdered hundreds of her people in one day.

“Hello, lady, I haven't had the chance to introduce myself earlier in the room. Let me introduce myself, I am Thebet Furq, I am the second assistant of His Majesty The King.” “Introducing, I'm Sasha, then she's Rose, my sister. And this little guy is Pasha, my-” "Our son." Dylan interrupted. "Yes, our son." “Of course, I know. Although it's late, let me greet you, welcome to the Haddad Kingdom. I have heard that you all will be coming with Lord Dylan. So I came here on His Majesty's orders to welcome Lord Dylan." "I see. I'm very grateful to His Majesty for being so considerate of Dylan."

Hadassah was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as blue as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were on sea. "How does it feel without power?" She asked him, pausing walking for a bit. "Feels great," he grimaced hard. His squires stepped up to attend him. Ezekiel watched as his son Devan pulled a long padded glove over the king's right hand. The boy wore a cream-colored doublet with a fiery heart sewn on the breast. Sryrn was similarly garbed as he tied a stiff leather cape around His Highness's neck. "Why are you still thinking about your son? He and your bitch wife aren't alive anyway," Hadassah glanced at him with hatred in her eyes after a long time

Hadassah was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as blue as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were on sea. "How does it feel without power?" She asked him, pausing walking for a bit. "Feels great," he grimaced hard. His squires stepped up to attend him. Ezekiel watched as his son Devan pulled a long padded glove over the king's right hand. The boy wore a cream-colored doublet with a fiery heart sewn on the breast. Sryrn was similarly garbed as he tied a stiff leather cape around His Highness's neck. "Why are you still thinking about your son? He and your bitch wife aren't alive anyway," Hadassah glanced at him with hatred in her eyes after a long time

The kind of sound that belonged in darkness, not in the throne room where anyone could walk in. But someone did walk in. Not then. Not yet. But fourteen hours later, Daemon would find a letter on his pillow. Expensive parchment. Black wax seal. Words written in precise script that belonged to no one he recognized. I know what the king does in the dark. I know about your secret meetings. The locked doors. The way you look at Lord Cassian Vale when you think no one is watching. I know what you are. And beneath those words a sketch. Charcoal. Quick, efficient strokes capturing a moment of absolute vulnerability: a king on his knees, another man standing over him, hand in his hair, head thrown b

and deadly. "Who are you?" Thaddeus asked. "Issa Frostwood," Issa replied but I could see the mischief in his eyes. "Yes, that is your name, but who are you really?" Thaddeus insisted. Issa finished his drink and gently dropped his cup on the table. He got up and took my hand. It was time to go. "I am the King of the Night." He said and we left Thaddeus McPherson where he sat, sweating, drinking and defeated.

King Hades seriously declared – making everyone gasp around them. She felt her legs wobble as she tried to contain herself. “What?” She silently whispered to herself. Leah could hear the controlled whispers, but the King’s announcement was echoing inside her head. “We wanted it intimate and done with the blessing of the moon – solemnly. So, respecting our decision is a glorious move for all of you and I hope that it wouldn’t be raised now. I don’t want to be questioned by my decision – our decision.” King Hades ruthlessly warned – making everyone shut their mouth.

Chapter 11: Love knows no bounds Now, Isabel had been moved to a small, yet elegant chamber adjacent to the king’s own quarters. The room was modest, yet far more luxurious than anything she had ever known. It was adorned with soft linens, rich tapestries, and a window that overlooked the palace gardens. Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate.

I threw my head back, lost in pleasure, whispering his name. He could bite into my neck now and I’d beg for more. A lethal move of his waist pressing deeper into my core elicited a shuddering moan of pleas from me and a deep groan from him. “I-“ wanted to ask for more before a clear knock broke through my sexual haze. The king reluctantly pulled away, and I pouted, almost on the verge of tears at the distance between us. He gave me a knowing grin before simply saying, “You haven’t finished your lunch, Issa.”

After rain, a rainbow—after old sins, a new beginning. --- Afternoon gave way to evening. The guards announced that only one hour remained. Nurul Islam played with Abrar, bounced him on his knee, told him a story: "Once there was a king. He had a very beautiful queen. They had a sweet little treasure, named Abrar. The king made some mistakes, and he had to live in the forest. But every day, the little treasure would come to the forest, take the king's hand, and say, 'Father, come home.'"