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HATING HER KING The King's Secret Place
Gwen flushed with embarrassment, recalling the unexpected appearance of the fox earlier. "That fox appeared out of nowhere." She called out, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "I was more surprised than scared.""I have said nothing at all." The king offered over his shoulder and continued to walk away with a casual air of indifference. Feeling a surge of frustration and annoyance, Gwen turned away from him, her jaw clenched in silent frustration. She couldn't help but wonder if their brief encounter had been worth the effort, or if she had simply fallen victim to the king's inflated ego once again.The sun's rays danced upon the surface of something shimmering in the distance, and the reflection drew Gwen's attention. There was a passing waterbrook, winding its way away from where they stood. Its tranquil flow mesmerized her, and she went towards it.Entering perfectly into the king's secret place, Gwen found it was small and covered all around by a canopy of trees. Like a well-gua
Last Updated : 2024-09-25HATING HER KING Soon, Spring Will Come
"Today was the first time in a long while I heard a piece from that piano." The king's voice betrayed the stillness.As his movement disrupted the serene atmosphere, Gwen's fingers instinctively grasped the fabric of her dress, a nervous habit betraying her unease. "I apologize again, Your Majesty, for using our pianoforte without your permission." She murmured.Resting his hands behind his head, the king regarded Gwen with a curious expression. "And again, I say your piece was beautiful." He smiled. "Who is the composer?"A soft smile graced Gwen's lips as a reply to the king's and as she fondly recalled the origins of the piece. "My mother." There was warmth in her voice. The king's eyebrows quirked in question, prompting Gwen to stifle a laugh. "Our mother has an affinity for all her children," she explained, her eyes alight with affection, "and she knows our preferences and predilections.""Does she now?" He mused.Animated, Gwen continued. "Very well." With fondness, she thought
Last Updated : 2024-09-26HATING HER KING Her Sister's Joy
Beth walked briskly into the washing room, busying herself with the task at hand. She was bent over the fabrics, engrossed in sorting through the old linen and faded draperies, unaware of being watched. Gwen lingered by the doorway, quietly observing her sister as the latter worked with as much joy as one who had been awarded. Beth's joy in the task was palpable, evident in the gentle curve of her lips as she methodically organized the fabrics into their appropriate baskets.As Gwen watched Beth's contented smile, she unintentionally returned it, still, she couldn't shake the feeling that her sister's mind was elsewhere. Despite the focused gaze fixed on the fabrics before her, it was apparent that Beth's thoughts were distant, lost in a realm invisible to Gwen's scrutiny. What was she thinking about? What was in her head?Ever since they returned from Rosethorn Hill, Gwen noticed a subtle yet undeniable shift in her sister's demeanour. Beth was more energetic and would gladly do all
Last Updated : 2024-09-27HATING HER KING Beth, What Have You Done?!
Thus begins her protest, Gwen thought, slightly frustrated. "He is a good man, of humble means, but we are no better." When Beth wouldn't move, Gwen almost became angry. "Beth, stop acting as though you have been sent to the stakes. It is a marriage proposal, not a death declaration." At the least, she was getting marriage proposals, not lewd remarks, disgraceful suggestions and… and words to tease.Suddenly, Beth's hand grabbed her arm. "No I really can't! I_" The urgency in Beth's actions piqued Gwen's curiosity, and her shifty eyes prompted closer attention. What was afoot?Quickly, Beth set the basket down and rushed to shut the door, her movements betraying a sense of urgency. When she returned, she grasped Gwen's hands tightly and locked eyes with her, her expression fraught with uncertainty. "I cannot, Gwen." She confessed surely, her voice tinged with anxiety.Gwen's heart skipped a beat at the seriousness in her sister's tone. There was something great afoot, she realized, so
Last Updated : 2024-09-28HATING HER KING Lord Carlisle Was In Attendance
The truth, and the mere thought of its revelation filled Gwen with a sense of dread. There would be disaster. What if their father found out and, driven by a desire to protect the family name and salvage their reputation, demand that the Duke marry Beth? And what if the Duke refused, insisting that Beth was only a friend?What if, in a cruel twist of fate, he agreed to only make her his mistress, a fate all too common for women of their family's economic state? Gwen felt a terrible headache.And worst still, what if Beth turned out pregnant? There were so many destructions for the little time her sister claimed to have spent with the Duke, and there was so much to repay if things were ever to go wrong. This was not what she had prayed for. It was not what she had hoped to happen between them. This was so far away from what she had wished.Beth's gentle touch on Gwen's ear, a simple gesture of tenderness amidst the turmoil, belied the gravity of her words. "It has ended." She declared,
Last Updated : 2024-09-29HATING HER KING A Note From No One
***"Aunt Marrily, would you please? Enough with the crying." Gwen chided her Aunt as they stood on the stairs, watching the wedding carriage ride out into the sunset. Everyone had come out to watch and wave, bidding farewell as the newly-weds departed, leaving for their honeymoon. They intended to spend some weeks in London, before leaving for their new home. "She is still your daughter, she has only gotten married."Aunt Marrily sniffled. "I cannot believe it, my little girl, married and off to raise a family of her own." She sniffled again."It is what you have always prayed for." Gwen interjected."It is not always as easy, dear." She wiped her cheeks with her handkerchief. "Lucy now has a household to command. Can you believe it, Victoria?"Her mother was teary-eyed too. "At least yours is eager to start her family. Beth wants nothing to do with marriage."Aunt Marrily tapped lightly on her mother's shoulder. "That is not true. Did you not say she stayed behind because of the pro
Last Updated : 2024-09-30HATING HER KING Target Ready, Shots Fired
February 1827Alexander walked out of the main castle doors, flanked by his brother, who insisted on joining him for some target shot. As it was a fine day and with most of the duties of the court finished, he proceeded to award himself an outing. Craving solitude and sport, he had asked Edmund to have a shooting area prepared, little did he know that his brother would insist on attending too.All had since returned to a nuance of normalcy since they returned from their attack on the pirates of the west seas. As he had appointed, Carlisle had taken the responsibilities to see the plunder awarded rightly and put to good use.The artificial shade had been set up and the servants were ready, waiting for him. they bowed as he and Brand approached, taking their jackets. His brother helped himself to a cup of water. "Shall we compete and see who is the better shot?" Alexander asked, checking the rifle he had been given.Replacing the cup on the table, Brand collected a rifle too. "Is it nec
Last Updated : 2024-10-01HATING HER KING Under Her Spell
His brother obliged the manservant. Biting into a scone, he asked. "What if after some time has passed and you no longer want her? Would you put her away or take another?"Silence. Alexander had for long refused to confront that question and the possibility of it coming to pass. He would admit, it was uncanny and quite disturbing the attraction he had for Guinevere, and the power she had on him. Women were no problem to him and forgetting them was even easier, but not Guinevere. She was not of the standards of women he had had, but that day, she had walked into his courtroom and into his mind."Alexander, what would you do then?" Brand reiterated, pressing on him. He did not know the answer, but he was sure of one thing, he would never become like their father."I would search for something else that I will want."What did he even want now? There was no guarantee that he wanted something now, or that he would want something later. What did he truly want from Guinevere? Captivating as
Last Updated : 2024-10-02
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HATING HER KING Epilogue 3
Alexander grunted loudly, his body lurching forward. He sat up at once, grabbing a hank of her hair, blinded by passion. He was gasping for air. With her tongue, Guinevere scraped and laved at him, pushing him higher, closer to that cliff's edge where he knew she intended to take him. She pulled back, and rubbed her thumb over his tip. He moaned savagely, his control unravelling, as he now was at the edge. At once, he moved, and she was beneath him, in his arms, with her hair sprayed out and her eyes regarding him with lust and danger and love, breathing as heavily as him. Under the moonlight, she shone like something divine, radiant and marvellously breathtaking. In that instant, he knew with certainty, she was everything he had ever desired. No one else could ever hold his heart the way she now did. He was entirely, irrevocably hers. Was this the perfect view of the world? Was this the perfection of the world? If it was, then the world - his world - was the most perfect. He
HATING HER KING Epilogue 2
***Guinevere led him, and he followed, trailing behind until they reached the grove – his secret place. He stood at the edge, where she had left him, watching her. She laid out her shawl on the ground and pulled the pins from her hair, tossing them away, moving with such grace, her gown fluttering about her like a whisper carried on the night breeze. Alexander inhaled when her golden locks tumbled free from their confinement, cascading down like liquid sunlight.Above them, the branches swayed in the breeze, responding almost as violently as his body did to the sight of her. Her jewellery glinted softly in the silver light, while her hair shimmered in its glow. She moved toward him, her eyes locked with his, and his heart became erratic. He wished the moon would shine brighter, so he could be thoroughly lost in the depths of her eyes – those enchanting blue pools. In that instant, he realized that more than her golden hair, he had come to love her eyes. He loved how she looked at him
HATING HER KING Epilogue 1
September 1827Alexander's fingers mimicked hers on the opposite side of the piano, its deeper tones providing a rich contrast to the lighter melodies from her side. Soon, he eased away, and she smoothly transitioned from duet to solo, her touch effortlessly commanding the keys.Their guests watched, and she played.It was a ball to celebrate the change of seasons. Fall had finally arrived as did the harvest, and it was tradition to celebrate it. There had never been such a celebration since Alexander became king, she was told, as he had long abandoned it. Gwen had been eager to revive the tradition. They had gone hunting during the day, and now, held a feast to celebrate. She was relieved to see that he was, despite his protest, thoroughly enjoying himself.They had left the main ballroom for the piano room, where still, some guests followed.She was enjoying herself as well.For days, Alexander had patiently and consistently guided her through the complexities of the nation's affair
HATING HER KING The Deed Was Done
***Gwen lay in the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking, her body still thrumming with the fervour of their union. Slowly her breathing came to her and she could breathe again. Afterwards, sanity drifted and met her in Alexander's bed. She began to realize that she had just experienced passion – with her husband!Naked in his arms, her cheek nestled against the warmth of Alexander's chest, one hand resting on him. His arm was draped possessively around her, with one of her legs caught between both of his. His hand sat on her bare waist.Her smile came.Good gracious! She had made love to her husband, and it was the most extraordinary feeling she had ever known. She was drifting with ecstasy, her heart swelling with love. Slowly, she licked her lips and shyly raised her eyes to Alexander's face.He was watching her, regarding with a tender expression. Her heart leaped wildly. His deep blue eyes darkened, searching hers."You seem pleased." He murmured.Gwen knew she flushed. She was pl
HATING HER KING Yes Alexander, Please
Before she could protest further, he picked her up, and she shrieked at the sudden movement. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as his hands went firmly to hold her buttocks. Beads of sweat formed on his temples, his blood heating with desire. He started for the bed.As they sank onto the mattress, he flung the sheets aside and positioned himself between her legs, his lips immediately finding her neck. He kissed the sensitive spot just above her collarbone, and down to her breasts until his mouth closed around a nipple.Her breath caught as she arched upward, unknowingly pushing herself to him. He agreed and continued, sucking slowly, again and again, and pulled."Ooh." She gasped and collapsed back onto the bed. When he kissed the space between her breasts, she giggled."Do I make jest?" He asked, aware of how rough his voice had become. His need for her was explosive, and he wondered if she understood the effect she was having on him. He kissed beneath her left breast,
HATING HER KING I Want You To... To Touch Me
***Gwen sank into the settee, and Alexander followed, sliding closer to her. His eyes ran the expanse of her body slowly from her head down to her waist, and she felt herself softening under the intensity of his look. His eyes burned with passion and desire."You do not know how you look right now."She averted her gaze, her toes curling beneath her night garment. "How do I look?"Alexander gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. His dark brows lifted. "I shall never tell. It is my secret." Then, with a grin, he kissed the tip of her nose. She clenched her hands, breathing out sharply. He paused. "Are you scared?"The fire in his eyes was blazing, and she no longer spoke of the reflection from the fireplace. His tone was casual, but the question was not in the least. He was serious, and she knew it.Gwen blinked, slowly relaxing her grip. "There is nothing to be afraid of." She said, meaning her words. They pleased him.Alexander moved even closer, his voice dropping. "
HATING HER KING The First Night Together
"Close the door behind you." His voice reverberated through the chamber, deep and commanding. Gwen shuddered and not from fear.She exhaled slowly, her erratic heart leaping with a strange, pleasant feeling. She was curious now of what was to come. Underneath her night garment, a warmth began. Her thoughts briefly wandered to that day in her bedchamber, when he had touched her on the table. She flushed, surprised at herself.Slowly, she closed the door. "Is it not rude to leave our guests to themselves?" Her voice was quieter than she had wanted.A breeze drifted through the room, rustling the open curtains. Alexander emerged from the chair, bringing a candle with his rise. "I am the king," he replied, "my authority grants me the right to be rude." He set the candle atop the fireplace and turned to face her. Gwen swallowed hard.He had only his dress shirt on, having rid himself of his jacket and waistcoat. The top buttons were left undone, revealing his bare chest. Gwen's eyes were d
HATING HER KING The Wedding Dinner
One week later.The air was thick with the mingling sounds of chatter and gay laughter, and the clinking of glasses controlled every breath. Elegantly and warmly dressed guests sat to dinner and topics of conversation were never in lack. Lord Michaelson and a couple other gentlemen raised their glasses in a raucous cheer. Lady Carlisle giggled to something Carlisle whispered.It was well past 7 p.m., and though the wedding had ended hours ago, the wedding dinner was anywhere but. Alexander sat at the head of the table, sawing absentmindedly at the slab of meat on his plate. He picked the tiny piece and shoved it into his mouth, only to realize he had eaten a tomato. He did not care. His thoughts were elsewhere. And so were his eyes. They were fixed on Guinevere – his wife.He was openly gawking and he gave no care.Her smile was effortlessly charming, her appearance impeccable. She commanded the space about her and her presence filled the room. She sat at the other end of the room, ca
HATING HER KING I Will Never Leave You
***The doormen eased the door open, and Gwen slipped inside as quietly as she could, giving a small nod to Edmund and Paula. They bowed in return. At the far end of the room, Alexander sat on his throne, his elbow resting on the armrest, his head leaning into his hand. She had come to recognize the posture all too well. He was brooding.Since the moment Gwen had awoken, thoughts of Alexander had filled her mind, and as soon as she learned that the proceedings had ended and he had dismissed the court, she felt an overwhelming urge to be near him, to ensure he was not consumed in the thoughts of his sentence, and to offer whatever comfort she could.It was great that she had come.Gwen moved slowly, closing the distance between them, silently placing one foot before the other. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her hands clenched involuntarily.The large room was unusually dark, even for the afternoon, and far colder than the weather warranted. Why had the curtains bee
