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HATING HER KING The Madness She Brought About
The sound of his name on her lips was the sweetest he had ever heard. The best version of it all, and standing there, he felt his anger dissipating. Regardless of how the miners and the solicitors had foolishly demanded his time, or the rain that had started abruptly, he was no more irritated. All that mattered was her."What are you doing playing in the rain? Have you lost your head?" His voice was unexpectedly soft, surprising even himself. His finger twitched to touch her.She smiled. "I couldn't resist. I love the rain."It was obvious. "You will catch your death.""I couldn't. It is the first rain of the season." She touched her face and her wet hair. "I did what any sane person would do.""You decided to dance in the rain? No sane person would do that." Alexander reprimanded, his stare easy on her.She chuckled. "In my household, they would. I've never missed it; why should I miss it now?"Alexander scoffed, perfectly amused. It was the first downpour of the season and that, for
Last Updated : 2024-10-14HATING HER KING The Rightest Thing He Had was Done
The door to his study was pushed open, and Edmund entered, carrying a black mahogany case. Alexander's eyebrow arched at the sight of it. He set his teacup down on the crowded table with a soft clink. His fingers gently brushed the rim as he reached for the parchment at the very top of a precarious stack of other parchments.The duties of a king never slept."Your Majesty," Edmund gave a respectful bow, as he carefully placed the case on the polished table, spaces away from the parchment pile. It was a sword case. "Lord Teaton sent this." He said and unlatched the box. Alexander opened it and was immediately impressed. The sword was a beautiful piece.Alexander rose to his feet, his gaze staying on the weapon. The sword's hilt was an elegant blend of black and gold with a diamond at the top. The interior of the case was lined with rich, red velvet, and was soft to his touch. Alexander let his fingers brush against the soft lining before moving to the blade itself. The cool metal felt
Last Updated : 2024-10-15HATING HER KING I Do Not Belong To You
Alexander took Guinevere's hand in his, rubbing her knuckles. His voice dropped incredibly and his eyes searched hers. "You would rather go dance in the rain than stay here with me?""It is not raining now." She replied softly. He was aware. "And Alexander, I do not think I appreciate how easily you touch me."Alexander brought her hand to his lips, as he tried to kiss her knuckles, she pulled her hand and he released her, a leer coming to sit on his lips. He exhaled. "Alright then, pour me another cup of tea." He requested.She stared at him for a moment, sighed, and brought the pot over, and refilled his cup. As soon as she replaced the pot on the table, her eyes wandered to the sword case. Like someone possessed, slowly, she reached for it, opened it, and exhaled loudly.Alexander's eyes kept on her. She was intrigued. Her eyes remained fixed, while her fingers tightened against each other. Alexander moved the case slightly, and her eyes flew to his."I see you are interested in my
Last Updated : 2024-10-15HATING HER KING Confusion
***Gwen could do nothing but stare, completely taken aback by Alexander's words. She had never known force. Everything she had and loved had come to her with ease, and for everything she had worked for but could not obtain, she had learned to let go. There had never been a need to force anything, so she couldn't comprehend Alexander's reasoning. A love that was forced? One that must be accepted? That could consume, could it not? What if the other party was not ready to accept it? What if the other party couldn't accept it? What then becomes of such a forceful love?The thought frightened her, and his eyes on her unsettled her. He believed every word he had said and from the manner he had forced her to stay at the castle, she was certain he was not prepared to change his notion.And the night before, he had told her he loved her. She could not accept his love, however, it may be. There was too much to consider, and she did not like him. What then becomes of it? Would he force her to a
Last Updated : 2024-10-15HATING HER KING Weapons And Talks
Sanity ultimately returned to Gwen. Appalled at her behaviour, her eyes bulged and she squeezed herself from between Alexander and the wall. Her neck was hot and her heart was racing. What had she done? Had she lost her senses? Allowing him to touch her like that?She stepped away, trying to compose herself, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. The tension in the room was almost visible, the air heavy with unspoken desire. When she turned to look at him, he was watching her. She looked away, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and guilt.Gwen never expected things of the sorts to happen. How did it happen? Taking a deep breath, she turned back to Alexander. "I… I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I don't know what I was doing.""I knew what I was doing."She swallowed hard, her heart racing with anxiety. "I wish to leave. Please.""Running away won't change anything." He said, remaining in his spot by the wall, hands now behind him. "The inevitable will happen."Her stomach
Last Updated : 2024-10-15HATING HER KING A Mutual Bargain
Gwen nodded. "I watched your tournament once. You won."Alexander remembered. It was when she had first visited Mainecroft Castle. "I saw you standing, with your cousin, by the wall." He recalled the moment vividly. "You saw me too." Guinevere blushed at the memory and looked away. He let it go. Then, "Are you familiar with any other weapons?"She shrugged her shoulders and shyly said, "I am familiar with the knife, if it matters. The kitchen knife.""Tell me about it." He urged. When she brought her eyes back to him, he nodded and repeated. "Tell me.""Back at Westside Manor, there's only Mrs. Grace. She is the butler, helper, and cook. She is all the household staff we can afford. So Beth and I would assist, of course, with the chores in the kitchen and around the house." She explained, and licked her lips. Alexander clenched his teeth. "I can handle a knife to cut vegetables, but I'm not quite sure it's the same thing as fighting off a person."His eyes fell to her hands, rememberi
Last Updated : 2024-10-15HATING HER KING The Return Letter
Alexander picked up the letter that Edmund had carefully placed on his table. The missive was from Brand. At long last, he had sent a reply, and Edmund had told that it had arrived during the quiet hours of the previous night.He felt for the size of the letter and frowned at its lightweight. The envelope was slightly creased from its journey, but the seal remained perfect and intact. He crossed over to the settee and threw himself on it. Whatever reply Brand had decided to send after all this time should include his arrival for his birthday or he would make his brother suffer the consequences, he vowed.The letter read:'Your Majesty,I cannot say I was not pleased to receive your letter, as you will have my head, but I can say that it found me in good health, enjoying the finest weather – which you always disagree with – but I hope that this letter finds you in the same fortunate state.'Alexander rolled his eyes hard. Brand was becoming quite bold with his dare.'America is indeed
Last Updated : 2024-10-16HATING HER KING First Lessons
***Guinevere's hands trembled as he hit her blade strongly. She lost her grip and the sword slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground at her feet."Ow." She complained lowly, her eyes accusing him. Was she injured?Alexander's gaze drifted from her face to her hands, lingering on them for a moment before he lifted his eyes back to meet hers. His expression was stern. "You must never let go of your weapon so easily, or else, you are courting death. Hesitation and carelessness can be fatal when fighting. Keep your weapon with you if you wish to survive.""But I was hurt." She protested, cradling her right hand gently in her left."On the battlefield, getting hurt is inevitable." Alexander replied, his tone unyielding. "Injuries are a mighty part of any battle. If you pay too much attention to them, you will die."Guinevere grabbed her sword off the ground, annoyance flashing in her eyes. "I am simply learning to defend myself. I do not care for battlefields or the chaos they b
Last Updated : 2024-10-16
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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
