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HATING HER KING An Enjoyable Ball
"Oh, please, you must tell us what happened next!" Lady Ryldon, as she had introduced earlier, pleaded. She was a Countess."I decided to make the hunt even more thrilling," Mrs. Phillipa continued, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So I took some fresh meat from the kitchen with me." She giggled. "The hounds were upon me in seconds!"The group erupted in laughter."Your brother did not like that, I imagine?" one of the ladies inquired, trying to stifle her amusement."Not in the least!" Mrs. Phillipa replied with a grin. "He was beside himself in anger, and dread. Frightened out of their wits, they ran after the hounds while I ran for dear life. My brother Marcus, in his haste, fell flat on his back, and his hound took a chomp of his buttocks!"The women exploded with laughter once again, and Gwen, unable to contain herself, joined in, laughing with so much fervour."The poor thing could not sit for a month!" Mrs. Phillipa added, barely able to get the words out through her laughter
Last Updated : 2024-10-30HATING HER KING The Final Dance
"You are smiling." Gwen said lowly.Gwen found herself in Alexander's arms, spinning gracefully across the polished floor, dancing as he had asked her. The walls and people around them had blurred into a swirl of colours and murmured voices as her focus was on him alone. She was acutely aware of his firm grip on the small of her back, and his other hand holding hers, suspended in the air as they moved together. Her dress flowed around her, brushing against her legs with each turn, managing somehow to escape being stepped on. The music swelled, filling the room with more life and they moved deliberately, as if the sound was sewed into the very fabric of their being.His smile, though, made her rather nervous."I am aware." Alexander whispered in her ear, his voice deep and bold. They were the only two people on the floor. "I have waited the entire night to dance with you." Her eyes narrowed. There was no need for him to have waited; he could have claimed this dance with her the moment
Last Updated : 2024-10-30HATING HER KING Realization
The music suddenly shifted to a faster tempo, and they skipped in time with it, following the command of the melody. "You shall not find me."He stood still. Gwen reached out to nothingness then returned to him. They continued with the side steps before he twirled her.He leaned in slightly, his voice low and certain. "Do you truly believe there is anywhere on this earth you could go that I cannot find you?""I will find one." She returned.She could have easily let the banter end, but it thrilled her. Arguing with Alexander had become so familiar that she hardly noticed how much she indulged him, and worse still, how much she enjoyed it. Another challenge was being constructed."And I will discover it." He chuckled, the sound was beautiful. "Believe me, Guinevere, I do enjoy the chase. Very much." His eyes were shining.Gwen was struck. Her heart pounded. For some reason, she did believe him. Alexander was unlike most men, he was possessing of the power, wealth, and will to pursue he
Last Updated : 2024-10-30HATING HER KING It Is My Truth
The water softly trickled down the statue, its gentle sound shaming the turmoil in the mind of the lady who sat by it. The lights on the castle walls shined, their brightness reflecting off the water and casting a warm, golden glow that danced across the ripples. It was a scene of perfect and continuous tranquility, yet Gwen's thoughts were anything but serene.How could she be in love with Alexander?! She could not! The thought was absurd - impossible! Yet, no matter how vehemently she denied it, a deeper part of her, buried beneath layers of fabrics and repudiation, knew the truth. Her body betrayed her, responding to the mere thought of him with a tightening in her thighs and a warmth that spread like fire through her veins. Her heart slammed, sure of the knowledge she was so desperate to reject. Realization was a fist to her midsection.Her temples throbbed painfully and her fingers trembled with excitement, as they sometimes did whenever she played the piano. She clenched them in
Last Updated : 2024-10-30HATING HER KING Acceptance
The sound of trickling water filled the silence that followed. It was their only companion for a few minutes."A man like him? What sort of man is he, sister?""A king. An arrogant man. A man who…""Somehow reminds you of your truth?" Beth finished insistently, coming to stand by her. "He reminds you of your emotions, Gwen, or am I mistaken?" Silence. "Tonight, when you stood with Lady Marjorie and I, and when you laughed with the other ladies, I dare say it is the happiest I have ever seen you."She smiled. It was the happiest she had been at any ball.Beth gently turned her so they were face to face. "You walked about the room with a smile that must have been sincere. Did it not please you?"It did. Gwen admitted to herself. For once, she had not care about the gentlemen or whether they would accept her. She had not worried about receiving improper propositions. In truth, all she had been concerned with was whether Alexander was still watching her, as he had been the entire night."
Last Updated : 2024-10-31HATING HER KING She Did Not Love Him
Alexander sat alone in the drawing room, the darkness closing in as he had dismissed Edmund and the rest of the servants. He had even sent the wine away with them, and commanded that most of the candles be put out.The ball had ended some time ago, and graciously so. Lords and ladies had come to bow to him before their departure, lavishing praise on his bride, their future queen, and expressing delight at the news. Alexander did not care if they spoke the truth or not. Carlisle even had assured of his early arrival on the morrow, before departing with his wife and mother.Until he had tired of the sycophancy and left, Guinevere did not return to the ballroom, and Alexander had resisted the urge to go after her. Now, sitting in the near-darkness, he stared at the door, burning a hole through it with his intense gaze. She had left rather abruptly. What had he done? What had he said to send her fleeing? How had her expression changed so suddenly?The thought unsettled him deeply. He was
Last Updated : 2024-10-31HATING HER KING The Ambush
"I have always known the high seas to be treacherous, but you and your crew seem to have faced the worst of them." Gwen said as they walked on, heading towards the stonehenge through the trees.The prince chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Not in the slightest. Storms are a common occurrence; it is the pirate attacks that are the real threat." His movement was easy and casual, his arms casually folded across his chest. He had an unusual gait, a sort of swagger to his movement."Pirates?" Her eyes popped. "There are pirate's attacks? Even though you are the prince?"He laughed, a single sharp sound. "It is not as often as you think, and I do not think my title matters much to them, nor do they care."Of course, they would not, Gwen ascertained. For some, the pursuit of wealth and the amassing of it was greater than any regard for titles or authority.They continued. As the prince kicked a loose pebble, Gwen carefully lifted the lamp she was holding, brightening even their path. She no
Last Updated : 2024-10-31HATING HER KING Alexander, Her Light
"Never!" The prince replied firmly, yelling in his face. "We are second sons, spares - you and I. We should never covet what is not ours." Lord Denney paused, his eyes narrowing as they swept over the prince from head to toe. "You lack ambition." He finally said, his voice filled with contempt. "And you lack propriety and contentment." The prince's voice had hardened. "Cease your greed this moment if you hope to live after tonight." Lord Denney smirked. He did not seem the least bothered. "I have come this far, I shall not stop now." At once, he turned and walked away, leaving a tensed silence in his wake. Gwen's heart began to race, her breath coming now in quick, shallow bursts. The prince turned, leaned in close to her, his voice low and urgent. "Get out of here as fast as you can." He whispered, slipping something cold and firm into her hand. It was his knife. Her eyes widened in fear, but she nodded, clutching the weapon tightly. "And you?" His right eye blinked. "Do
Last Updated : 2024-10-31
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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
