19 Zebian A smirk never left Zebian's face as he reminisced about her expression when he whispered in her ear that he would do the spanking act with her. Her panic-stricken appearance was priceless. His most precious possession. He wondered how she would look when he would actually spank her. When her soft features would be twisted in pain and agony he would cause. When she would beg him to stop but he would only spank her harder, only to hear her laced-in-pain moan. Just what sight would that be? He didn’t realise he was biting his lip until clicks of backing footsteps of his servants crossed his ears. He released his lip and cleared his throat, schooling his expression as he zoned back and stared himself through the mirror. Once he gave himself a full eye, he stepped down from the soapbox and walked out. He was headed to the common chamber to collect Arlet. Though, a concubine’s actual place was in a chamber beside the king's but that solely belonged to his mistress. The one w
They went into the living hall and had cups of tea. Zebian was sipping on his tea when Meriall spoke. “I have been informed the king has elected a mistress,” Her eyes raised to hold him intact. Zebian remained unbothered. He knew this topic would be raised one day. “Is it true, your majesty?” She asked before sipping. “Yes, it is,” He nodded.“And she is new to this kingdom?” She threw a rhetorical question. He nodded calmly. “I hope you do understand the danger it brings upon the safety of this kingdom and above all yours. She can be anything, an assassin, a counterspy,” Meriall frowned with general concern. Her son had never looked at a woman before, let alone why would he choose a woman without letting her know. “I’m aware, mother. But let’s not neglect that I’m a king and no woman wants to die out of my hands,” He mumbled casually before gulping the last sip. “I am glad you learnt it but please stay away from her, I don’t want you to indulge with her,” He said and was about to
20Renai couldn’t bring herself to feel at ease. She was tapping her feet, her hands secreted cold sweat and heart raced like she had run a marathon. It had been ten hours since her escape. She glanced at the windowpane and wondered if the king had gotten wind of her stunt. How would have he reacted? She was sure he would be searching high and low for her and the fact she could be caught any second made her more anxious. She bit her lip and looked at the boy who was running in circles with a ball in his hand. Her eyes then darted to the plates that were resting on the mini table. To allay her anxiety, she picked them up and took to the sink to wash the dishes. The woman—Mary—was out on her duty. She was a sweeper in the Queen’s chamber. She said she would come home in the evening which meant she would be coming back anytime as it was almost dusk. After doing the dishes, Renai dried her wet hands with her robe while walking toward the bathroom. She had hardly taken a step inside when
Her hands started to tremble as she glanced up and tried to climb the ceiling. She tried to jump and reach the spot but couldn’t. She tried again and again but failed each time. “Mary, push me, I can’t reach up,” Mary averted her eyes at her and hummed heedlessly. She grabbed her legs and pushed them upward. Renai clutched the edge of the cement and pushed her body up. She was applying every ounce of her energy but the ceiling was too high for her reach. Out of the blue, she felt a hand on her hand. She immediately jerked away her hand and panted. “M..Mary, there’s something up,” Renai stuttered while gaping at the dark area. And just then, a hand came out of the ceiling, scaring her till her body turned white. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” She closed her eyes and rattled out like a broken record. “Don’t fret, she is not a ghost. Grab her hand and climb, he can be here any minute,” Mary ground through her teeth as she hoisted her legs with more force. Renai was indecisive. Sh
21The Eight states of Sebria were under the risk of imperilment, for their king was in a towering rage. His fists were painfully clenched, cutting his palm’s skin as he madly paced around the stage of the courtroom. It had been seven hours and twenty-six minutes yet there was no sign of her being dragged back to him. Oh, God save him, for all he saw was red, blood red. He felt this abounding hunch of making every member of the royal harem feel the pain he was going through by thrashing, flogging, waterboarding before finally executing their pathetic beings for being reckless. For they couldn’t nursemaid his greatest possession. His need. His rose.He cracked his neck in a circular motion with his shoulders tensed. His feet couldn’t stop marching here and there. His heart was crushed as if someone had placed mountains of rocks on it. It was bleeding, it was screeching, it was calling her out. Fuck for being the king and still not being able to clip her wings. He loudly fumed as his
He climbed onto the bed and laid in between the mattress, on his back. He glanced at the guard. “Step near the bed,” He murmured and averted his eyes to the ceiling. The guard reluctantly stepped ahead. His hands were already sweaty as he knew what was going to happen next. “Tighten your hold on the whip,” The king said. He complied. “Raise it in the air and show me,” He lifted the weapon and showed it as ordered. Zebian glanced at the whip. His nails were white with the pressure. He hummed pleasantly under his breath. “Now flog me with all your might and do not stop even if I’m dead,” He stoned his gaze at the ceiling as the command slipped out of his lips. The guard’s complexion blanched in the following. His mouth parted in shock with eyes wide open. “Y…your m…majesty,” He stammered, couldn’t decipher if he actually picked up right on his words. “It is your king’s order. I have said it and you shall be obeying it,” Zebian gritted. The guard closed his eyes and sighed breathily
The door ever so slowly opened and revealed a petite brunette woman wearing a translucent robe, not a single curve of her body was hidden from the two men, her nipples were peaking through the see-through fabric and the line of her pussy was smiling at them. Lucian rolled his eyes and side-glanced at him. “No, Zebian. You are not,” He warned him in a whisper, but Zebian was already walking toward her.“Come here,” He halted in the middle and softly ordered. Thea, with no wish to anger him more, walked closer and halted two steps away with a lowered gaze. “Kneel,” She fell on her knees. Zebian sorely smirked and collected the blood off the block of the left chest on two of his fingers. He brought them to her mouth and smeared one finger on his cheek and inserted his middle finger in her mouth. Thea unresistingly took his finger and sucked it. Her forehead creased a frown when she tasted the metallic flavour. “Taste the blood and tell me how it feels?” He knuckle-deepened his finger t
22It had been two days to the incident, but ever since then Arinia and Renai had grown impeccably close to each other. They already had started acting like a mother-and-daughter duo. Renai couldn’t stop appreciating her presence. Every night she would narrate her fairytales and the little one would end up sleeping on her shoulder. They talked, played, ate, and slept. Almost stayed side by side. It was like both lonely souls had found a home finally. Renai even taught her different hairstyles as she had lusciously long strawberry blonde hair, it had become their favourite pastime so far. Apparently, it seemed the kid was yearning for affection but in reality, it was Renai who needed her closeness more than she ever needed her breath. This kid was unconsciously mending her broken pieces. This was the first time she had felt better after weeks of torment. It was evening. Both the parents were off to their duties. Renai and the kids spent a playful evening and now, both kids were dozin