~ Rhys ~Watching himself hunched over scrolls and books in the private section of the library meant only for royals was quite a sight to see. At times, it was like an out-of-body experience, but Amira’s habits and behaviours would snap Rhys out of his thought process. It was odd seeing his body act so casually whilst dressed so well. He’d repeatedly scolded Amira about her posture and how she acted. Most of the time, she was fine in front of others, but now they were alone, her usual habits returned. She acted as though his body was just as flexible as hers. And Goddess, please help him; Amira's body was fricken flexible. Amira currently sat, one leg folded beneath her ass- somehow that was comfortable- whilst the other was spread wide. Earlier, she’d been propped up, balancing on her feet on the chair, hugging her knees as she read over parchments and listened to him tell her crucial information that would help her while she acted as the king. That was the reason they were in ther
The sound of flesh ripping and wolves yelping and growling echoed throughout the grounds of the Desai estate. Carried in the arms of her Nanny, Amira’s tiny arms tightened around her neck as she watched the mansion go up in flames. Her heart thumped like a war drum, her eyes scanning the grounds for her father. It was chaotic, and the nightmare gripped Amira until the usual scenes unfolded. “It’s been a while since I last had this dream,” Amira murmured, watching everything from afar as though she were a phantom watching from the side to see her younger self wrestle with her emotions. Nothing could be done. She could not go back into the past and correct any of it. She was too young to fight anyone, yet she punished herself from these days onwards and vowed she would get revenge. “Nanny!” Young Amira screamed, her eyes widening at the approaching werewolf who hadn’t transformed. She doesn’t remember his face. It is blurred, a phantom of her imagination now. Still, he slices her Nan
~ Rhys ~ Holding Amira in his arms, Rhys stroked the top of her head, frowning as she clutched to him, appearing so vulnerable. He could see why. They’d shared another dream. A nightmare. A memory. One Rhys knew she wasn’t aware of his presence. He forced himself awake after the crowds cheered in happiness for Alpha Dashiell’s beheading. The dream was gut-wrenching and full of horrors that such a young child had to witness. It was no wonder Amira was the way she was. Rhys could hear and see everything as Amira did. Even Alpha Dashiell’s voice was in her mind as it went blank between her memories. Now he rocked her back and forth, growing used to seeing his body and cuddling it to calm her erratic breathing and silent tears. Nobody should see the king in such a way. Fortunately, Amira wasn’t loud in her nightmares. Approaching the guards in Amira’s nightgown made it easy to slip into his quarters. Rhys shook his head. His hand stroked back the damp hairs from her face. Who was he
~ Rhys ~The following day, Rhys and Amira were once again in the library, this time using his father’s study. The curtains had been pulled back, and the place had been cleaned with fresh air pouring in from the window to get rid of the last of the dust. Rhys never expected it to be so ready to be used, but Amira had been one step ahead before their shared nightmare. Amira chose not to occupy the desk space, even though it would have been acceptable. Rhys could sense her thoughtfulness as she refrained from using his late father's spot to review documents. Instead, she sat at the armchairs beside the fireplace, looking through the diaries and scrolls Rhys provided her in the hopes of discovering what happened all those years ago. While Amira was absorbed in the contents of the parchments, Rhys would watch her. He couldn’t help but be lost in thought. The night before caused a shift between them. It wasn’t obvious, but he couldn’t stop himself from acting… nicer towards her, and she
~ Rhys ~Rhys cocked his head to the side as he assessed Eden. She was always a means to an end, but had he really found her attractive? Especially with such a sour expression on her face right now. What issue did she have with Amira?Eden's gaze travelled from the top to the bottom of his frame, her face twisted with loathing, and her lips grew tighter as she appraised him. A low growl rumbled in his throat, both himself and Nisha. How dare she glower at Amira like this. Eden’s eyes snapped to his, widening slightly after hearing his response to her analysis of Amira’s body.With a sharp smile, Rhys asked, “And who might you be? You don’t look like one of the maids. Are you lost?”Eden crossed her arms against her chest. “Who am I? Who are you?!” Stepping closer to Rhys, Nisha made herself known, lunging forward against the forefront of Rhys’ mind for a moment in a warning. His red eye glimmered more, and the green one matched the other. Eden stepped back, startled, satisfying Nisha
~ Rhys ~ After changing into a nightie, Rhys was ordered to lie on the bed and get comfortable. He wasn’t used to being ordered by anyone. But the king let it slide as he did exactly as he was told, propping up pillows behind him as Amira went to and from the water closet. On her return, there was a bowl with a mixture he couldn’t identify the contents of and some thin paper-type strips. “Lie flatter and bend one of your legs,” Amira instructed and rolled her eyes when Rhys obviously didn’t bend his knee as she meant. Her instructions weren’t that obvious! “Rhys, you need to remove your underwear. I have seen my own pussy, you know.” Oh. Rhys removed the underwear, watching Amira as he did, and bent his leg again. Amira placed the contents on the bedside table and moved Rhys’ leg so his foot was on the inside of his thigh. “Stay like that no matter what,” Amira affirmed before placing a wooden spatula on the inside of his thighs, spreading the warm contents along the hair there.
After stepping out of the carriage, Amira didn’t waste any time entering the less fortunate areas of towns. They were there to monitor if her orders were followed. Nobody besides Bash and Baltir, who accompanied them, knew of their departure from the palace walls. At first, Rhys struggled to keep up. He was grimacing and moving oddly in his breeches from the pain of the previous night’s waxing session. Bash and Baltir asked him about his strange behaviour, but there was no way he would tell them about it! Amira snickered from up front; fortunately, she remained quiet even after Bash insisted she told him. Instead, she ran off ahead. Amira navigated through the narrow streets and back alleys swiftly, leading them through shortcuts and taking them to secure spots where they could get great views of everyone without being seen. Rhys watched himself, crouched behind an unused guard tower, one that should have been in use. But it wasn’t. “How many times have you used this?” Rhys questi
Walking side by side, Amira and Rhys were dressed for an evening with the pack members not on duty. Amira was surprisingly nervous. She looked like the king but was not. This was going to be harder than before. Already, she could feel the vibrations of those inside the hall, their voices rowdy and boisterous, with a similar atmosphere to the rogues. Yet, Amira felt there was more pressure to be Rhys now. With the council members and servants, it was easy because they didn’t know their Alpha King well; they only knew of his and Demon’s fierce reputation. That was why Baltir and Bash caught on that something wasn’t right with their friend. Now she was entering a hall full of pack members who were probably tight with their king. From how they looked at her earlier, that made it pretty obvious. “You’ll be fine,” Rhys assured her, sliding his hand into the crook of her arm. Amira looked down at him, shocked he was playing the part of a lady. She wanted to shake him off because if she was