Killian turned his head towards his little brother, who seemed lost in thought, and posed a question. "What are your thoughts on second chance mates?" he inquired, hoping to engage Derek in a conversation.Caught off guard, Derek swiftly redirected his gaze towards Killian , his eyes filled with surprise. Without uttering a word, he waited for Killian to elaborate.Aware of Derek 's silent anticipation, Killian pressed on, determined to clarify his point. "You know, it's actually possible," he began, shrugging casually. "We've heard rumors about second chance mates before."Derek nodded, acknowledging the common belief that second chance mates usually come into one's life when their true mate has passed away. The thought cast a shadow over his face, and Killian regretted unintentionally dampening his brother's spirits. His intention was to provide support and guidance, not evoke such somber thoughts."True, that's often the case," Killian admitted, pursing his lips. "But it's not the
Killian stood on the verge of tears, his mind engulfed in a whirlwind of confusion and despair. Overwhelmed by the events that had unfolded, he found himself at a loss for where to begin or how to convey the truth.Observing Killian 's hesitance and the muddled expression on his face, the Elderly approached with concern etched on his features. "What troubles you, young King?" he gently inquired, his voice filled with compassion and understanding.Drawing in a shaky breath, Killian mustered the courage to speak, his anxiety evident as he nervously bit his lower lip. "It's the rogue," he started, his voice trembling under the weight of stress."Please, go on," the Elderly encouraged, his eyes fixed on Killian , eager to unravel the entire story. He had known the young King since his childhood, witnessing the joy that once radiated from him. Despite the constant pressures exerted by his father to mature quickly, Killian 's mother, Queen Elizabeth, had shielded him from the darkness, ensu
Yifa 's stream of thoughts and emotions abruptly halted as the door to Black 's room swung open. Her gaze instinctively shifted towards the entrance, where the occupant of the room greeted her with a gentle smile. Attempting to reciprocate the gesture, Yifa mustered a smile of her own, but perhaps it appeared somewhat strained, as Black 's expression changed upon fixing his eyes on her."Did you finish the food I got for you?" Black inquired softly as he approached her. Yifa nodded in response, expressing gratitude, "Yes, I did. Thank you so much. I didn't realize how famished I was until you provided me with food.""No problem at all. How are you feeling?" Black continued to inquire, ensuring her well-being and readiness to carry out Killian 's instructions.Yifa shrugged, her voice tinged with a hint of indifference, "I've experienced better days, but I suppose I'm alright for now."Black pressed his lips together, contemplating the situation. He acknowledged that the woman before h
Every day followed the same monotonous routine for the pair. The first rays of sunlight would awaken Killian , accompanied by Yifa 's gentle calls urging him to rise and prepare for the day ahead. However, unbeknownst to Yifa , Killian had already been awake for quite some time, plagued by a barrage of unanswered questions that prevented him from slipping into a deep slumber.In his heart, Killian held a growing suspicion that Yifa 's claims of them being mates were fabricated. The absence of meaningful communication and her apparent disinterest in discussing their shared experiences reinforced this doubt. Yifa 's behavior seemed as though nothing of significance had occurred between them, yet fleeting glimpses of anguish and remorse occasionally flickered in her eyes. Killian yearned to believe that these emotions stemmed from an affection she had developed for him, but deep down, he knew that it was more likely a reflection of her realization that his feelings were not reciprocat
The dynamics between the two individuals remained unchanged as time passed, transitioning from days to weeks and months. They had grown accustomed to their peculiar relationship. Killian had taken it upon himself to avoid direct eye contact with her and would only communicate when giving her orders. He had made it his personal mission to torment her and make her life miserable.Killian harbored bitterness within him and found it difficult to let go of what had transpired. He despised the fact that someone like her, a mere rogue, had nearly deceived him into believing they were destined mates. Determined to teach her a lesson, Killian was determined to demonstrate the consequences of deceiving a king and show her the challenges she would face by opposing him.On the contrary, Yifa adopted a different approach. She constantly sought eye contact with Killian , hoping he could perceive the sincerity and longing in her gaze. She would ask him questions designed to prolong their conversatio
In defiance of Killian 's instructions to summon another guard to accompany Yifa to the recent King, Jacob adamantly insisted on staying by her side. Though Jacob remained silent, Yifa sensed his concern for her as she caught him stealing glances at her from the corner of his eyes. It warmed her heart to know that someone like Jacob cared about her, yet she couldn't shake the guilt of harboring feelings that should have been reserved solely for her true mate.Regrettably, her true mate did not reciprocate her affections. Yifa had long accepted the reality that Killian held an aversion towards her, for reasons she couldn't quite fathom, though she had her suspicions lurking in the depths of her mind. Despite her concerns about the potential consequences Jacob might face, she yearned for a moment of selfishness, desiring someone to provide solace for her even at the expense of another's punishment. Just this once, she craved the presence of a companion by her side."Are you absolutely c
"May I ask who you are?" inquired the aged and feeble King, observing Yifa with a discerning gaze. Suppressing her inner trepidation, she endeavored to maintain a composed facade."I am a member of the staff here," Yifa replied with modesty. Uncertain whether she should disclose her true identity as the enslaved servant of the King's own son, she contemplated the potential reactions. Would the King derive satisfaction from his son's growing strength, or would he be disillusioned by his offspring's actions?Nonetheless, Yifa realized that such concerns were inconsequential, for Killian had transcended his father's legacy and become a superior ruler. In realms where his predecessor had faltered, he initiated transformations and advancements. Possessing unwavering determination and courage, Killian never abandoned endeavors that he knew would enhance the kingdom and benefit its inhabitants.Killian 's vision extended beyond self-interest; he perpetually considered the impact of his dec
"Didn't I explicitly warn you to stay away from me?!" Benedict bellowed furiously, his face reddening with rage this time.Paying little attention to the discomfort in her rear, Yifa slowly rose to her feet. She would address her pain later; at the moment, she had to confront the irate elder standing before her."I understand, Your Majesty, but it was evident that you required aid. I cannot simply stand by and witness your suffering," Yifa responded with a touch of irritation in her tone.This despicable man! Yifa was certain that he was well aware of his need for help, yet he deliberately refrained from expressing gratitude. His pride and prejudice against her rogue status prevented him from seeking assistance.Benedict's mind froze at the rogue's defiant answer. It was unprecedented for anyone to dare to disobey his orders, regardless of his current difficulties. Most individuals would simply revel in the sight of a former king's suffering, finding twisted satisfaction in it.Since