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Princess Yeri.I groan as the mountain of a man drags me across the castle. His grip on my arm is like a bear trap and I don’t even have the atom of strength to refrain. I stumble, dragged across the uneven ground by King Ozar all across the castle. The execution ground isn't a dank chamber, but a desolate circle carved into a rocky peak. The wind howls, whipping my cloak and banners of the surrounding.High above, the sky is a canvas of fading glory. Streaks of orange and violet bleeds across the horizon, a remnant of the setting sun. A sliver of a new moon hangs low, leaving the execution area to be an exposed ground. King Ozar lets go of me and I stand still, staring at a single post at the center. It is worn out by countless executions. Heavy, iron collar hangs from a chain and it loops around the top, glinting dully in the fading light. There are no blood staining the rocky ground. However, the elements played their part – the wind carried the tang of iron, and a testament of pas
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Princess Yeri.As soon as I am out of the execution grounds, I do not look back. The gruesome sound and the instant smell of blood and death are too much for me to bear. I rush out, running through the castle corridors and my vision is blurred by tears. I can tell that my own breath is coming in ragged gasps.I burst through a side door into the courtyard where cool air hits me like a wave. I stagger into a secluded corner and my entire body convulses. Unable to hold it back any longer, I double over and I begin to vomit the contents of my stomach. I gasp, retching violently and it splatters onto the cobblestone path. After what feels like an eternity, the spasms subside. I rest my body against the stone wall and I begin to take deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.I wipe my mouth with the back of my sleeves and I close my eyes. Who am I kidding? I have to leave here if I want to feel better. I have to go back to the harem house. Quickly, I turn to the secluded corner and I b
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Alpha King Ozar.“She what?” I ask, staring at Agnes’ face.There are red scratches, marring the skin of her cheek, and a hint of anger that remains in her determined eyes. Yet, despite the visible injury, I know the most scorching one is her pride that has been attacked.“This is what you get for bringing her to the castle without my permission.” I say.“Your majesty!” Agnes says, begging for justice. Yet, she will not say it. I know if she wanted to defend herself from Yeri, she could have but duty bound her.“Where is she?” The dowager asks, walking into the scene with Lady Mehera.“In her chambers. She has locked herself in.” Clipper says.“This is not a behaviour of a consort.” The dowager seethes.I drive a hand through my hair. I do not want to say anything or be a part of this conversation because I know it is partly my fault too. I have tasted a part of Yeri’s anger but what I did not think is that it would resurface quickly once again.“Dowager, it is my fault.” Mehera says.
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Contd.Alpha King Ozar.“Yeri?” I say, after clearing my throat but there is no response. I expected it. Therefore, I twist the key into the door and I open it. The air scents of woodsmoke and something sweeter - cherry perhaps, or maybe a foreign spice that I cannot quite place. I notice the windows - all four of them at the entrance – are tightly shuttered, plunging the room into a twilight gloom. It is bright and sunny outside but, in this room, one would think it was winter gloom. At the entrance of her room is a vestibule, its purpose is clear: to shield a consort’s private chambers from the clamor and chill of the outside world.The floor is covered in a thick, plush carpet woven in shades of emerald and gold. As I walk in, heavy drapes, the color of ripe plums, hangs across the doorway leading into the hallway, muffling any sound that might disturb her solitude. I walk past the visitor’s room and I finally end up at the inner bedroom where a large four-poster bed dominates the
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Princess Yeri.I know what I am asking of him. And I know the moment where Ozar surrendered to it. It wasn’t when he decided to take off his belt, or when he gazed at me. It was when he stopped walking. Or was it when he couldn’t leave? It is true what Diana said to me, ‘no man would be able to resist me’. I push the sheets aside as his weight sinks into the bed, he is a man that is built like armours and weapons. Yet, a flicker of tenderness softens his fierce gaze. The furs dip significantly, creating a valley between us. A flush creeps up my neck for I am so close to him. I smell, cedarwood, vetiver and everything leather. I want him to hold me with his strong arms, I want his calloused hands to go in between my legs and his stern mouth, to grasp a hold of my breasts. I need it. I was not lying when I said he can make me feel better."You fill this bed like a longship in a storm." I say, my voice is laced with affection and need"Perhaps," he conceded, his voice is a rough bass, l
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Alpha King Orizon.How can I make it unknown as if I didn’t just perfect intimacy with Yeri? Usually, one round is certainly never enough for me. I usually take it as a kick start. Then, I go two more rounds but due to breakfast, I had to release myself. Once again, I spilled my seed in her and it was because she stopped me from pulling out. I cannot explain just how orgasmic it was to stay buried in her pouch as I released—it was a chill to the bones.“Oh, there the both of you are.” Camille says as soon as we enter. Of course, Camille will act as if she doesn’t know anything about sending me to Yeri’s room in the first place.The table is surrounded by Kaine, Asher, dowager, Mehera and Camille. They are all staring in our direction and I make my way to the head of the seat.“Your grace.”“Your highnesses.”I hear Yeri’s soothing voice and when I sit, I see her curtsey. Heavens, I don’t wish to be around this seat. I want to be back on the bed with her, fondling her breasts and leavi
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ContdAlpha King Ozar.“Are you sure you would rather do this?” I ask. Meters picks a large stack of files and places it onto my desk. She groans for a bit as she tries to arrange it and I look back at her.“Yes, your majesty. But I’ll later leave to help Lady Camille. Although, it looks like she doesn’t need my help.” She says.“Why do you say that?” I ask, my voice is unexpectedly gruff and a heat of blush spreads across her face.“I don’t know. She doesn’t know me yet.” Mehera says and I begin to go through the files that she has dropped upon the table.“Hmm..” I state, paying little attention to the ongoing conversation after I spot an interesting file.“Are these all petitions?” Mehera asks.“Yes, from Elanor.” I answer and she lifts her head to look at me.“My father told me you had ministers overseeing your commands. Why do you need to go through their petitions when the ministers could do it?” Mehera asks.“Because I took over Elanor myself, not my ministers. Therefore, I sho
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Princess Yeri.“Mehera is so nice. Yet, I cannot help but feel she is pretending.” Camille says but I’m looking outside the hallway. Now that I live in the castle, I’m going to have my servants from Elanor, my attendants and Diana next to me at all costs. Honestly, this is one of the good parts of living here.“Are you listening?” Camille asks.“Hmm?” I answer, folding my hands and looking back at her. “They are probably doing their morning routines. They will be here soon.” Camille says, she knows what I’m worrying about.“Are their bedrooms good? I know they are now servants of Elanor but they used to serve at my side. They had all the luxuries that I enjoyed too.” I state, tucking my hair behind my ear as I walk towards her.“Unfortunately, it is only the closest servants of the royals that get luxurious rooms.” Camille says.“I have been made the king’s consort. Yet, I’m not a royal of Orizon?” I ask.“If you were to bring forth a child, you will be regarded as one.” Camille says
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