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HATING HER KING Locked Away In His Study
Beth could see how distressed her sister was and realized she was not in the perfect state of mind. She seemed not to have slept. "It is fine. I suggest you lay down for a moment and collect yourself.""I do not wish to lay down.""But you must. Look at you, you are downright flushed and I must believe you did not get an inkling of sleep last night. Do not refute me and lie down." Gwen obeyed. Beth gently helped her lay down, putting the cover over her. "Do not think much of it. If you cannot tell me, I must believe it troubles you greatly." She stroked her head soothingly. "Sleep now, I shall sit with you until you awaken."Gwen lay back, tears still in her eyes. "Forgive me for not being able to tell."Beth shook her head and smiled softly. "There is nothing to forgive, yet, I wish you would not suffer alone." She rubbed her forehead. "You should have sent letters as you promised or replied to the ones I sent. I swore not to leave you alone, but what could I do when you did not seek
Last Updated : 2024-10-28HATING HER KING Emotions Flying About The Room
Carlisle rubbed his jaw slowly, words still absent from his mouth. His silence became more pronounced by each passing moment.Brand rose, went to the side bar, poured three glasses of wine, and brought them over. "Your expression and manner keep the duke silent, Your Majesty. One might think he knows that you are not elated to be marrying the lady."Alexander turned his eyes sharply to Brand. "Your words are foolish. I am most joyous and can hardly contain myself.""Indeed?" His brother sat down and clinked glasses with Carlisle. "Surely you jest, for you look as His Grace that morning in his study at Carlisle Crest when you commanded that he wed Lady Carlisle.""I look nothing of the sort." Alexander retorted, his tone clipped. He looked away, taking a great gulp of his drink but not quick enough to avoid Brand's snide smile. He cussed silently.But his brother was right, for it was true. He looked exactly as Carlisle had that morning in every possible way — guilty.Silence."What di
Last Updated : 2024-10-29HATING HER KING I Asked, He Agreed
***Gwen woke up slowly, in stages, as if she had been given a heavy dose of laudanum, several of them even. Perhaps she should have been, for a terrible headache pounded in her temples. She opened her eyes, blinking against the dim light, and tried to sit up, but found herself too tired to do so. Her limbs felt heavy, as was her heart, weighed down by an inexplicable fatigue.What was happening?What time was it?Where was she?Her eyes roamed easily and she calmed. She was in her bedchamber at Mainecroft Castle. She weakly brought her hand to her forehead and rubbed there, hoping to alleviate herself of a pinch of the headache.The room was warm and somewhat dark, despite the daylight filtering in through the light curtains. She could see the muted glow of sunlight, indicating it was still daytime, but it felt distant and surreal. A fire burned carefully in the sculpted plaster hearth, casting flickering shadows that danced on the walls. The ceiling above her seemed to spin slightly
Last Updated : 2024-10-29HATING HER KING The Parade Around Town
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when the gig turned, heading for the town square. The air buzzed with excitement as the fanfare, parade, and joyous waves followed their progress. Young and old, men and women alike, lined the streets to catch a glimpse of the procession. Some threw handkerchiefs into the air in celebration, while others bowed deeply in reverence.Gwen's face had long since lost all feeling from the perpetual smile she maintained, and her hand was beginning to ache from the constant waving. She continued still. If the townspeople could halt their day's activities to gawk and wave in her honour, she could certainly endure her discomfort to reciprocate their kindness.As the gig continued through the bustling square, the atmosphere grew even more electric. Children ran alongside the carriage, their laughter mingling with the music of the marching band as the procession continued.A young girl in the crowd caught her eye, throwing a flower stem towards her. Gwe
Last Updated : 2024-10-29HATING HER KING He Had Been Seizing Her Letters!
*** After they returned from the parade, Gwen had sat briefly to tea with her mother and her sister, before leaving for the tailor's shop on Alexander's command for her wedding dress measurements. She stood in the middle of the grand lavender-scented dressing chamber, surrounded by mirrors that reflected her from every angle. The tailor, Mrs. Hopeston was a meticulous woman with a thin frame and sharp, discerning eyes. She was wearing a light brown dress, with her hair tied tightly to the top of her head, as if daring it to escape. In one hand, she held a silver measuring tape, which she unspooled with a practised flick of her wrist. She circled Gwen slowly. "My Lady, , if you would please raise your arms." Gwen complied, lifting her arms slightly. And remained still. Mrs. Hopeston began with her shoulders, working and moving quietly, almost mechanical, as she recorded her measurements in a small leather-bound notebook. "You have a most graceful form, My Lady." She commented
Last Updated : 2024-10-29HATING HER KING Imprisonment In Disguise
***Alexander pushed the door of his study open, only to find Guinevere seated there, waiting for him. The sight of her made his heart swell with unexpected warmth. She had been waiting for him. Profoundly joyous, he immediately waved Edmund away. The man bowed and retreated quietly, leaving them alone."What have I done to earn such a joy?" He asked as he fully entered the room. The door closed behind him with a soft click. Guinevere remained seated, her gaze fixed on the side bar. She was irrevocably exquisite.Alexander set aside the parchment he was holding and moved toward her, choosing to sit beside her rather than in any of the other chairs in the room. He placed one hand over the headrest of her chair, his fingers just brushing the space behind her head."I must say, you are making me deliriously happy." His smile stretched. She had come to him without his asking, how could he not be happy? Even if she had come to demand for a thing, he would let her have it.But her voice was
Last Updated : 2024-10-29HATING HER KING I Do Not Want To Be Consumed
But Guinevere continued to shake her head. "I cannot." She murmured.Alexander's face tightened. Must she persist in riling him? Provoking him as she wished? Did she expect him to beg? He had already asked her father for her hand, and marry him, she would.He stepped back, creating an insignificant distance between them. "You can and you will," he declared. "Because this very day, next week, we shall be wed at dawn. I command it."Silence. Then, "This is the reason I fear to marry you." Her voice echoed. Alexander flinched, his hands dropping to his sides.What reason did she have to fear him? What had he done that was so unforgivable? He had provided for her every need, given her gifts she never even requested. Countless times he had longed to hold her, to kiss her, to simply be with her, yet he had refrained himself for her sake, refusing to pursue his own desires that he would not trouble her. He was utterly desperate for her, yet she feared him?"Fear?" The word was a whispered br
Last Updated : 2024-10-29HATING HER KING Anger
It was all in disarray.Alexander stared intensely at the fire, the flickering flames reflecting the burning feeling within him. His mind churned with disdain - disdain for Guinevere' birth father, Adamson, a man he had never known; and for his own father, the king who had commanded Adamson's death. But the disdain was not enough. He hated that Guinevere cared for Adamson, and the unfortunate relationship there existed between him and the crown. He despised that she had accused him of stealing her family, when all he had ever wanted was to establish her by his side, as his equal, as his queen.He cursed under his breath. The harsh sound filled the silent room.The fury boiling within him was equal to the love he had for her, a love that would soon tear him apart. He longed for her, desperately aching for her nearness with a hunger that teetered on the edge of obsession. Was it wrong to love her this much? To want her so fiercely that he would move laws, alter decisions and destinies,
Last Updated : 2024-10-29
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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
