Novel & Cerita Hadassah: One Night With The King

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

“Your Majesty—“ “Quiet.” Hades never raises his voice. He doesn’t need to. The advisor immediately shuts his mouth. The king’s gaze sharpens on me slowly now—not disbelief anymore, but calculation. “You’re certain.” “Yes.” “How?” I almost laugh. Because how the fuck am I supposed to answer that? Oh, sorry, Your Majesty. I read your entire life while eating instant ramen at two in the morning. Instead I say carefully, “I’ve–I’ve seen this path before.”

Maybe it had something to do with the White and Black striped tom in prayer robes portrayed in the large painting on the wall. King walked in carrying a large plate of chicken and set it in front of Hades. Hades must have been studying the painting enough to be noticed as King said, "Ah, his High Holiness. You probably have no idea about that bastard. Ignore him. I don't subscribe to his teachings and expect you won't either." "The cuffs?" Hades motioned with his head towards his paws. "In good time. How will you eat your lunch otherwise?" King sat across from Hades. "But I'd like to know you are smart enough to not try to murder me if I let you go."

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

" Nope I haven't and Am not interested in seeing him " " Oops that hurts ,She's really not interested in seeing me ,how possible is that, ladies will kill themself just spend a night with me so what is she talking about ,I kept wondering Myself . " So tell me why don't you want to see him " " Nothing much it's just that am not a fan of the king and I will never be " " Don't you think that's harsh " " I Don't think so ,can I let you in on a little secret "

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

She prepared the milk with deliberate care, adding a small cloth to the tray for refinement. Then she headed straight to the servant quarters where the dim hallway buzzed with quiet conversations. She pushed through the door and lifted her chin. “Lidia!” she announced sharply. The young girl looked up instantly, her expression already tight with dread—as if she knew. As if she always knew. “I just received a call from the Ice King,” Hanks declared, loud enough for half the quarters to hear. “He wants you to bring a glass of milk to his room. Immediately.” Lidia’s face drained of color. Her hands trembled. Her eyes—soft blue and always filled with quiet sadness—glossed with fear.

"Uhm... the queen, where is she right now?" Viishaun left his office and did not wait for the reply of his secretary. He bumped into the maid who was always with his wife. So he asked, "Where's your madam?" The maid bowed her head and replied, "Your excellency, the madam has been in the library since this morning." The king headed to the library and stood next to the threshold. He crossed his arms and uttered no word, but his head was stuffed with thoughts... 'What's keeping her busy all day? Moreover, Why am I here? What's the rationale of just standing there and staring at the threshold?'

A smile graced his countenance, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the nobles until Horacio addressed him. Horacio approached the king with a sense of urgency, his voice low and respectful. "My liege, the nobles have returned from their mission," he announced, gently lifting the King's chin to meet his gaze. After spending a delightful evening with his beloved, he arrived at this place with a radiant smile on his face. Their conversation in the bedroom had left him feeling elated. At first, the woman appeared to be timid and reserved. However, as he posed the question regarding the authenticity of her aspirations, she mustered up the courage to respond with a resounding affirmation. Emal

This was him. "K-King, forgive us. We didn't know you would be here. Forgive us, my king!" Eva and Rylie pleaded, their voices filled with desperation. I wanted to plead as well, but before I could speak, Hades waved them off dismissively. "Enough. Get her freshened up and dressed. She's having breakfast with me," Hades commanded, and I doubted I had heard him correctly. Me? Have breakfast with the king? My mind raced, expecting him to correct himself or somehow backtrack, but he simply turned and walked out without a second glance, leaving the words hanging in the air.