Chapter 2 Secrets 

King Rryan leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "I remember William," he said. "What happened to him?"

I felt a lump form in my throat as memories flooded back. "He... he was torched," I whispered. "During the raid on our village."

King Rryan's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "I'm sorry, Syla," he said. "I had no idea. You have my word, we are searching for those who did this, and I will make them pay." I knew that he would, King Rryan had a reputation and a bloodlust.

I felt a sense of comfort at his words, but my mind was still reeling. What did King Rryan want from me? And why was I, a nobody from a small village, suddenly so important to him? Father never let me go anywhere near the Pyramids, after mom died we moved far on the edge of our kingdom, and How does he know my name?

 "My mother was one of your father's trusted feeders before she died. Sometimes I was allowed to come with her."

"I am aware," he said watching me, his eyes, they seemed to see into my soul. His power gathered around him like hellhounds waiting to be commanded.

His eyes seemed as if he was searching for answers to unasked questions. 

"Syla, you're more important than you realize," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "Your mother was one of our... royal feeders and much more. There's more to your story than you know." He watched me closely, hesitating to tell me more. His beast was growling at him clawing to come out. He already knew what he wanted as he adjusted his swelling cock.

He stared at me for a long time. I had so many questions but I was still very much afraid. What did he mean? What secrets had my parents kept from me? He motioned for me to come closer to him and sit on his bed.

"Lydia, bring me the box," King Rryan instructed, his gaze still fixed on me with an intensity that made me nervous and warm all over.

Lydia nodded and disappeared into a nearby room, returning with a small, ornate box. King Rryan opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with a crystal pendant with silver symbols that encased the crystal.

"This was your mother's," he said, his voice soft. "She gave it to me before she died ten years ago, with instructions to keep it safe for you."

"You were eight, maybe nine the last time I saw you with her, I've spent a long time waiting for you to appear before me, and you never came." he waited for me to tell him why, but I didn't know. My Father never wanted me anywhere near the Pyramids.

He placed the necklace around my neck, I gasped, my heart racing, it was the most beautiful pendant I had ever seen.  Why had my mother given the king her necklace? And what did it all mean?

King Rryan's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Syla, this necklace is more than just a piece of jewelry. It symbolizes your status within the kingdom, And it speaks of who you truly are, your true identity is encased around the crystal."

I felt confused and curious. What did he mean by "true identity"? I was just a village girl, or so I thought.

His thoughts were a mixture of wanting her to know the truth, and fear of her rejection, she had grown into the most beautiful young lady, he had ever laid eyes on and he wanted what was rightfully his, his eyes drank in every delicious intoxicating inch of her. He knew what was happening, and nothing in this world would stop it.

Rryan stood up, his movements fluid. "Syla, you will stay here with me, just down the hall. You need to know more about who you are, and what that means. Lydia will show you to your room."

I nodded, still trying to process everything. As I followed Lydia out of the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change forever.

King Rryan paced the floors all night her smell was just like her mother's, how could he tell her the truth, the whole truth? or ... should he say nothing and hope she will want him too? her smell was delicious, he could almost taste her, and he wanted to taste her, he wanted to make her scream his name as she filled his mouth with her juices while he fed on her.

King Rryan's pacing slowed, his eyes fixed on the door where Syla had disappeared. He hadn't touched her yet, but the temptation was overwhelming, a constant desire in the back of his mind. He knew he had to be careful, Syla's innocence was fragile, but her innocence was not the problem.

I too couldn't sleep, I knocked softly on his door, my heart racing with anticipation. King Rryan's deep voice bade me enter, and I slipped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. As he stood there, lost in thought, expecting Lydia with some news or a request.

He stood by the window, his back to me, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the moonlit sky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he turned to face me, he wore just an open robe and a loin cloth, His large cock bulging against the fabric. His long black hair had soft curls just like mine, his massive muscles always appeared to be oiled, his deep teal-blue eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of his room.  He towered above me as I drew near to him. My eyes fixed on his full lips, he was beautiful.

"What brings you here to my bed chambers, at this late hour, Syla?" he asked his voice firm but his bulge spoke volumes.

I took a deep breath, my pulse pounding in my veins. "I couldn't sleep," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to ask you something." his eyes took me in, my gown showing off my soft curves. My eyes betrayed me and spoke of my deep desires for him, and it did not go unnoticed.

King Rryan raised an eyebrow, his gaze intense. "What is it?"

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. "Please tell me more about my mother and the necklace, I know there is more that you're not telling me," I asked, my voice trembling slightly, as my hand held the necklace he had given me.

King Rryan's expression turned stern, his eyes narrowing. "You're pushing boundaries, Syla. Be careful." His voice was rough, but I sensed a hint of underlying tension, a need that he couldn't quite hide. Did she have the same gift as her mother? a Seer?

I spoke to him in hushed tones, slowly inching closer to him, "I have lost everything, I have nothing left in this world, my King." I pleaded.

King Rryan's gaze faltered, his eyes flashing with a mixture of lust and restraint. He took a step back, his broad shoulders tensing, as if trying to maintain a distance would slow his burning desires. But I could see the crack in his armor, the lust in his eyes. "You have me," he whispered but it sounded more like a low growl.

I stopped mere inches from him, my heart pounding in my chest. I chose my words carefully, "I'm trying to find something to hold onto," I whispered, my breath dancing across his skin. "Something to make me feel alive again." My head tilted up to look into his dreamy eyes.

He smiled, his gaze burning with primal need. For a long time, we just stared at each other, the air, thick with tension. Then, his voice dropped even lower but still deep.. "And you think I can give you that?"

He too was choosing his words carefully, hinting at what was just below the surface, demanding attention. He allowed my hand to touch his chest. His beast growled deep inside him *Mine!* He ignored him. His eyes watching my every move, his hunger building. "Why am I so important to you, my King, I am very grateful, for all that you have done. I thought I'd become your servant or maybe your maid?, But here I am placed high above all the others. I need to know why." I pleaded, moving closer, my breast touching his arm.

His chest rose and fell beneath my touch, his heart beating faster with every passing moment. His eyes seemed to reach into my soul as if searching for something hidden deep within me. Then his whole demeanor changed, He had made up his mind, and nothing in this world would stop him.

"Your mother," he whispered, his voice deep with emotion. "You want to know about her, from me?" he lowered his head in to sniff my neck, I leaned my head to the side in submission, allowing him full access. "Yes, my King" my hand, still on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the beating of his heart.

He could smell her blood and it was sweet, his fangs ready to emerge and feed, he denied them. His gaze never wavered, his eyes blazing, he grinned. "I know very little," he lied, his voice firm. A stance he had taken with everyone who sought to pry into his personal life, and the secrets he held.

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I refused to give up. "Please, my King," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I want to know."