The Rain King Selena Novels & Stories

Or does she really have feelings for him as Selena claims she noticed. Selena assisted Amira in getting ready. "You are indeed beautiful, the king is blessed amongst men" Selena said to Amira as she walked her to the kings waiting chamber.

At this moment, Celeste looked at Selena and asked, “Little girl, what’s your name?” Selena was stunned and said, “Me?” She had noticed Celeste staring at her a long time ago. So, when Celeste was asking this question, she instinctively felt that it should be directed to her. “Yes, you. What’s your name?” Celeste had a grin on her face. She looked as if she was deceiving an innocent kid. “Ma’am, my name is Selena King,” Selena answered courteously. “Selena King? What a nice name! Are you interested in following me? I’ll take you away from here to see the outside world. The outside world is so magnificent that you’ll never forget it,” Celeste asked expectantly.

Selena thought about it for a while before deciding in her mind that she wasn't ready. "I'd rather stay here. Thank you, but I'm good." "It's going to rain, Your Majesty. I wouldn't want you to catch the flu and get blamed by the King eventually. I'd rather watch over you under the rain." Chuckling, she turned to look out across the space before giving in. "Okay."

And suddenly nothing else in the room mattered. Not the council. Not the throne. Not the politics. Just her. I reached up carefully and touched her face. “Thank you,” I said quietly. Selena frowned softly. “For what?” My throat tightened painfully. “For making me the proudest King alive.” Something fragile flickered across her expression before she smiled. Small. Real. Beautiful enough to destroy me. But the moment didn’t last. Because the second I looked across the hall and saw Christopher and Talia standing there—

Selena’s hand froze on the doorknob, her lips slightly parted, eyes narrowing with a flicker of panic before she masked it again. “What is that?” the king asked, his voice low, dangerously calm. “It’s the truth,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady even though my knees were shaking. “Something that will prove to you that you've been manipulated all these while.” Selena’s soft laugh cut through the silence, that same laugh that always made my skin crawl. “Your Majesty,” she said sweetly, stepping closer to him. “She’s delirious. You shouldn’t entertain..” “Enough!” My voice cracked, louder than I intended, but I didn’t care. I took a step forward, my hands trembling but firm. “You should

I giggled in excitement as I reached for the black velvet box that housed it. “See,” I preened proudly as I unlocked the clasp of the box and turned the necklace for Siha to see. “It’s exquisite,” Siha gasped and slapped a hand across her mouth. “I know,” I smiled in happiness and let my fingers trail the beautiful cold gold metal. “No one in the whole of Avaloria has better taste than the Luna queen of Calantha." And I meant it. Long before, in what felt like another world, when Cantea was its own Kingdom, I had been Princess Selena. Daughter of King Roland and Queen Lehna. Sheltered by a protective father and a loving mother.

Selena’s POV I let my hands glide over the beautiful gold dress one more time. Rain had gone all out on this one. And while the Rogue King hadn’t spent a day in his life inside a shopping center, he did give Stella and me free rein online to buy whatever I needed. And yes, I did splurge a bit…

“Nah, I’m observant. You’ve been different lately. Softer. Calmer. It’s kinda weird, not gonna lie. What’s going on with you?” I didn’t answer right away. I watched the sunlight streaming in from the high windows, trying to figure out how much I wanted to say. “It’s her,” I said eventually. Thorne leaned forward. “Selene?” I shook my head slowly. “Raina.” Thorne raised a brow. “The dancer? The one from the lake house?” “Yeah.” “Wow.” He sat back. “Didn’t expect that. What about Selene?” “That’s the problem,” I said quietly. “Everything about Selene makes sense on paper. But with Raina… she makes me feel like myself. No pretending, no pressure. Just peace.”

Why had fate taken such a different turn? “How is this possible?” Selena muttered to herself, locking the door to her room behind her. The only place she felt safe, where she could drop the composed mask she showed to the world, was in this sealed-off space. Her face was now marked by deep confusion and helpless frustration. It didn’t make sense. She had mentally prepared herself, even steeled her nerves for what was to come—serving the aging king. The rewards would far outweigh the discomfort. And yet, despite all her preparations, she wasn’t chosen?

I stared straight ahead as I entered, too angry with my father to even look into his eyes. “Welcome, Enzo,” the Alpha King said, gesturing to the chair next to Selena. She was wearing a thin silk gown that was a blood red color, and had her hair pulled back into an intricate braid. For a moment, I forgot that she wasn’t Nina, and I thought that she looked beautiful… But as I quickly reminded myself that she really wasn’t Nina, she suddenly became much less attractive in my eyes. With a forced smile, I sat down beside Selena.