Alpha King Ozar.The scene has etched into my soul.Yeri was sprawled on the floor, her gown lay disheveled and pulled down to her waist, exposing her undergarments that barely concealed her bosom. Her skin was flushed, and her chest rose and fell gently with each breath as she lay, seemingly asleep, against Collins. That bastard of a brother! He was also bare-chested, his shirt discarded nearby, his arm draped protectively over Yeri’s shoulders.The intimacy of the scene is undeniable. Collins bare skin pressed against Yeri’s and it is all I saw. She has been sleeping with Collins this entire time? All the time where she accepted my ring and made me worship her…she was doing this with Collins? If all we found were letters to Magnus, I would have forgiven her. But that scene has broken my heart. It has broken me so bad that I cannot think of anything else except it. What does Collins have that I will not give her and more? Why would Yeri do this to me? I was about to give her everythi
Mehera.I trailed behind Agnes, my steps are hesitant and I constantly have to look back. Bertha pushes me to go further. We have descended into the lowest servant wing. It is a dimly lit and musty part of the castle where the servants responsible for cleaning the pipes and other menial tasks resided. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and the unpleasant odor of the castle's inner workings.The corridors are narrow and the walls are lined with worn, wooden doors, each leading to small, cramped rooms where the lowest-ranking servants slept.“This is where that whore deserves to be.” Agnes whispers and I look at Bertha who smiles.“What about her servants?” I ask.“Those fools…I have departed them from her. I have sent them to another division.” Agnes says and a part of me feels sorry for Yeri. But what can I do? This is not about her. It is about me being the queen that I deserve. Maybe when this is over, I will recover her from here and place her somewhere slightly better.
Princess Yeri.“Answer me!” Camille shrieks.I sniff, looking at the ground and holding the pieces of my clothes together. Throughout the night, I had been in the same position, pondering…wondering. Where did I go wrong? Where did I leave my weaknesses? How could this happen? The second letter wasn’t from Collins. Someone did this to me and it’s someone in the castle.“Yeri, I’m speaking to you!” Camille says and I pinch myself. As soon as I close my eyes, a streak of hot tears rolls down my cheeks. I cannot forget how Ozar looked at me. Was it the moment where he held me close? As he inquired, searching for the reasons why I would do this…I saw his eyes cower with tears. From the depths of his being, I broke his heart. I broke the warrior to the point where he couldn’t control his own tears. I look at my empty finger. He has taken back all of his promises, he hates me.“You will rot in here if you don’t speak to me!”“Do you think I am stupid enough to do something like that?” I ask
Princess Yeri.The smell of horse dung is thick in the air. I tie a napkin around my nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to block out the worst of the stench, but it does little to help. My hands are dirty, gripping the handle of a broom as I sweep the muck into a bucket.The straw on the floor is mixed with dung and urine. I stick my tongue into my throat in order to control myself from vomiting. I put my weight into each sweep, my arms are aching from the effort. For a moment, I stop to stare at my hands, they are red, begging me to stop doing this to them. The sweat from my brow drip down, soaking the fabric tied around her face.“Wow, you finally did it.” A stable boy says, looking around. He is a man with warm bronze skin, light brown hair, which is tousled and slightly too long, falling into his eyes. His eyes are a clear shade of hazel, flecked with hints of green and gold. His clothes are simple—worn trousers and a loose, sleeveless shirt that clung to his form with sweat,
Alpha King Orizon.I extended my hands to Mehera. My expression is stern—I can’t help it. My eyes are distant too and for this, Mehera hesitates for just a moment before placing her fingers into mine. The cello player, stationed at the side of the grand hall, begins to draw the bow across the strings, filling the room with a sombre melody. The rich, deep notes of the cello resonate through the space, adding a weight to the atmosphere that matched the tension on my face."A step to part.” The instructor says.The dance begins. I take a step back. Mehera mirrors my steps, her gown swishes around her ankles as she moved in time with me. There is a palpable distance, a lack of warmth that is evident even in the way our hands touch. I don’t know how to pretend as if I didn’t suffer an heartbreak two days ago. It is four days to the royal wedding. A wedding that is to take place between I and a woman that I am distant to. I am many things but it is never a pretender.We come together briefl
ContdAlpha King Orizon.“Do you even like her?”“Do you even want this or are you just angry?”“Are you just making decisions in anger?” Camille expresses. I have not replied to one of her questions yet, she continues to put them forward. I do not look up from my task. I run a cloth along the length of the blade, his focus seemingly entirely on the weapon in his hands. The rhythmic motion of my cleaning is almost hypnotic, the metal gleams brighter with each pass.At the last question, silence stretches out. The only sound being made is the quiet rasp of the cloth against steel.“Camille, do not ask brother about these things. Do not know he cried?” Asher says and I lift my attention to him.Seeing that, Asher turns his face away and Camille looks at me in worry.“Your cried?” She asks.“No.” I say, fixing my sword in its scabbard.“You cannot let this pain consume you. You can’t make decisions in retaliation.”“Mehera is here because I told the dowager that I was ready to marry in t
Princess Yeri.“Dasmey?” I say, and she looks back at me, proceeding to fold the laundry.“Yes.” She states and I take that as my chance to come forward.“Were you able to pass a word to Camille? Did you tell her that I want to see her?” I ask.“She is prince Kaine’s wife. No servant can just go to a royal, especially not a servant who works at the pipe and oil quarters.” Damsey says and I exhale.“So, no?” I ask.Damsey lets go of what she is doing and she turns to look at me.“I asked one of my friends in the castle to try and pass a word but I doubt it will ever get to her. You can only hope.” She“Thank you, Damsey.” I say, showing appreciating but it doesn’t reach my eyes.“Have you not given yet? How is it that you have not accepted your reality?” Damsey contends.“You have been a servant all your life. I have been a princess for all my own life. I have the world tongue, why would I accept this reality?” I begin.“People you have lost everything.” Damsey says, flatly—her eyes it
Alpha King Ozar.I cross my legs, sitting side by side to Mehera. I have a workload if shit to do yet, I have to listen to the rules and regulations of matrimony. The matrons of intimacy have been going from one law to another as if I am a novice in bedding a woman.“A woman is delicate as a flower, you must remember that, Your majesty.” The male matron says and I nod, participating mindlessly.Talking about flowers, the scent of Yeri’s skin is nothing short of roses. Kissing her…heavens, kissing her made me feel like a good man. Like a man who had the world in the palm of his hands. I have conquered kings and queens, warriors and chariots, but the feeling of being a conqueror was most felt when I held Yeri, looked into her eyes and believed that she had feelings for me too.Such an idiot.“A king has his needs and Lady Mehera, you must remember to satisfy your husband completely…” The female matron continues and I exhale.“You must be submissive to your king….”Talking about submissi
Alpha King Ozar.As I pass through the courtyard, I sense the chill of the night. It clings to the castle walls like rain on leaves. My mind, though weighed with thoughts, is pierced by the sound of laughter—her laughter. Yeri's voice floats through the shadows like a melody, unrestrained and untouched by the bitterness between us. I pause and my eyes settles on her figure just beyond the archway.Oh, has her date with Theodric come to an end already?However, this is different.She is walking a small puppy. Her laughter is soft, with one hand resting on her stomach as though to steady herself from the joy spilling out. What could be joyful with everything that has been happened between us? I scoff and my chest tightens at the sight. That must be another gift from Theodric? Of course, it must be. He showers her with trinkets, and this puppy is no different.The puppy, a clumsy thing, tips the rope in her hand and dashes off on its own, its tiny paws clatters against the stone path. I
Alpha King Dimitrio.After announcing her arrival, the dowager strides into my study with a gown that rustles against the stone floor. I lift my eyes from the paperwork before me for I am slightly surprised by her presence. Ever since the wedding, she’s kept her distance, not even so much as a glance in my direction or the castle. And yet, here she is. There must be a reason. The dowager never does anything without reason."Since you haven’t dethroned her, I’m guessing you have your reasons. King Magnus has our people, and therefore, Yeri has to hold the seat for now they have the upper hand." she begins, calculating as she takes a seat across from me. She lowers herself gracefully to sit, back straight with hands folded in her lap.I find myself admiring, grudgingly, how well she understands the situation. "You know it all," I say."Is that all there is to it, Ozar?" Her eyes pierce through me, and I can already sense she’s digging deeper. "What did Collins tell you that made you b
Queen Yeri.King Ozar storms into my chambers with a force that makes my hands freeze mid-stitch. My maidservants immediately scatter, eyes wide with fear, sensing the fury that has just entered. Only Kiesta remains, standing still like a sentinel beside me.I glance at her briefly.“Leave us,” I say, despite the feel of my heart thudding against my ribcage.Kiesta hesitates for a moment, flickering between Ozar and me, but then nods and steps out, closing the door behind her.A scoff escapes his lips before he even speaks, his anger radiating off him like heat from a forge. I stop what I’m doing, setting the fabric aside, and slowly rise to my feet, but before I can steady myself, he strides forward and shoves me back down onto the couch. I gasp, my breath caught in my throat as I look up at him.Ozar towers over me like the man that he is and his shadow casts me in darkness.“Explain yourself…” he growls, thick with annoyance.I press my lips together, drawing a slow breath to calm
Queen Yeri.“Her attendants are processing her for a night with the king.” Camille says and I huff, looking at her with an emotion I cannot give a name yet. I accused Ozar of being jealous but right now, the expression of my emotions is more than jealousy.“He kept me in the castle because he is jealous of my relationship with Theodric. Yet, he wants to completely wither me by spending a night with Mehera.” I lament, pacing back and forth in Camille’s room. Camille, ever composed, is pouring herself a drink as if my world isn’t on the verge of crumbling.“Do you think he’ll do it?” I ask, betraying the fear that’s tightening around my chest.Camille barely glances at me and her lips curls into a wry smile. "Fuck his consort? Yeri, before you came, the king was swimming in a harem filled with women of all shapes and sizes. Of course, he’ll do it."I freeze, my hand flying to my forehead, my skin is hot to the touch. I’m sweating, and my heart is pounding so violently I fear it might b
Alpha king Ozar.“What do you want me to do?” Clipper asks.I don’t know what to say. I scratch my forehead in a worried manner.“I am worried.” I confess.“So, what? You want to find a way to stop her. If she cannot go today, she will go another day. Plus, Theodric is a married man. You shouldn’t have to worry about him.” Clipper ensues.“But have you seen Yeri? The council officers who are all married men were gawking at her the other day. She is mischievous and is capable of wielding her hand.” I say to Clipper but he may never understand. I know what prompted me to push Yeri to consort, then leave her as queen. Was it when she stroked my manhood at the time where she was a consort? Or was it how she sojourned me in the tents? Yeri just has to make a smoke, and the rest will result in fire.“Okay, I will leave now.”“No—let there be a spy that has been found in the capital. Send gammas to the capital to search for the spy and because of that, no royal is to step out.” I say.Clipp
Alpha King Orizon.I enter the dining hall for breakfast at the grand table. To my surprise, Camille is the only one around the table. So, my eyes have no choice but to instinctively find her. Her gaze lifts to meet mine as I approach. The memory of last night hangs between us like a thick, unspoken cloud.Yesterday, she came into my bedroom, half-dressed and bold in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Her request was clear, her intent was undeniable. She asked—no, she practically begged—for me to take her. I wasn't expecting it. The surprise, the sheer audacity of it all, left me momentarily speechless. I didn't know what to make of it.In truth, I am still grappling with it now. How did it come to this? Where once I was sure of myself, confident in my desires, I now find myself adrift. The ordeal ended with me escorting her out—a conversation that I have no desire to revisit. But the question gnaws at me, persistent and unyielding: What is wrong with me? I have shared my bed with women befo
Queen Yeri.I glide into my private bedroom, feeling the soft embrace of the space as the door closes behind me. I kick off my shoes, letting them fall unceremoniously to the floor. The sensation of freedom spreads through my toes, and I waste no time in collapsing onto the couch, reclining in a manner that would scandalize the court—a manner entirely unbecoming of a lady.But I don't care. Not tonight.A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, slow and wicked, as I replay the events of the day in my mind. Satisfaction curls within me like a contented cat. The image of Ozar, his eyes locked onto me in anger, is a delicious memory. While I spoke with Theodric, I could almost feel Ozar’s far breath.There is something intoxicating about knowing I commanded his attention so completely, despite all his gruffness and reserve. How could I forget? I have done it so well against him in the past. I stretch out on the couch and I can’t help but chuckle softly to myself. The day has gone in my fav
Alpha King Ozar.I watch as she laughs softly with King Theodric. Her fingers lightly tap his shoulder, and the man respond with a playful tilt of his head. I don’t know what is funny but the both of them are seemingly lost in a private jest. I was quite surprised when he decided to get up and choose her side. It is a true fact that Lord Theodric is known well for his intelligence. Most of the council officers are quick to stand with him—it his influence and the quickness of his actions. By taking Yeri’s side, he has bought her a lot of followers in court already. However, I cannot help but be annoyed. Before I can dwell further on the scene, Clipper discreetly clears his throat, a subtle reminder to refocus. I blink, tearing my eyes away from the pair“Lord Daniel is approaching,” Clipper murmurs.Heaven only knows how long I have been staring at Yeri.I shift back to the stoic expression that I wear like an armor. Lord Daniel stops before me and bows. "Your Majesty," But before
Queen Yeri.I lay still on the bed, face buried in the pillows. I have been like this since last night—my despair pulls me deeper into the sheets, refusing to release me. I saw when the morning light crept into the room as Alice opened the windows, letting in a soft breeze that stirs the curtains but did nothing to stir me. Kiesta stands at the foot of the bed."Your Majesty, there is a court meeting. You need to get up and dress. It is the first time you will appear as queen to the officials of Orizon."Alice moves to the side; her voice is gentle but with a sense of urgency. "I’ll start boiling water.""I will pick out her dress," Beth adds, as if the right gown might somehow revive the queen's spirit.I do not move. And my voice, when it finally emerges is faint. "I don’t feel well.""No, you just feel hate. Don’t beat yourself, Your Majesty. He is dragon wolf blood; he’s quite powerful." Kiesta says, it is a subtle encouragement but I do not want to see Ozar’s face.Kiesta sits on