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HATING HER KING The Royal Burial Place
But his behaviour was baffling. How could he act as if nothing had happened between them? She touched her lips. How could he so easily return from his travels and refuse to see her? She couldn't understand his indifference, and it both infuriated and saddened her.She did not care for his attention nor his lessons in weaponry and combat!She did not care if he listened anymore to her renditions!!It did not matter if he conversed with her or not!!!It was a good thing, was it not, that he stayed away from her? So why had she felt disappointed when he did not come to teach her about combat? When he did not invite her to the piano room, or bother to visit the room while she was there? She wanted him to listen to the recent music she had learned to play, and to receive his approval at her handling of the sword.Before his travels, Alexander had given her several music sheets, and while he was away, Gwen had practised diligently to keep her days occupied. She had poured herself into learn
Last Updated : 2024-10-21HATING HER KING The Figure Approaching
The sun struggled against the clouds and won, casting a fleeting brightness across the burial place. Alexander took another sweep of his whiskey, his gaze drifting towards the headstone of his mother, Elodie. She had fulfilled her duty to the nation by producing an heir and forging alliances through marriage, thereby enhancing the royal lineage. That was all she had achieved. She had failed as a mother. His mother.She had let go of herself and her son because of the infidelity of her husband. He had lost both of his parents at the same time."Brand celebrates another birthday tomorrow," Alexander murmured to her headstone. He took a small sip of his whiskey, his eyes staying on the engraved letters on the stone. "He wants to have a small dinner, and I shall join in the celebration.""I cannot hate him as you did; he bears no fault in this. But as I swore on your deathbed, Lady Wilmot never took your place as queen." He paused. "Why did you choose to end your own life and leave me at
Last Updated : 2024-10-22HATING HER KING I Find Myself Wanting To Be In Your Presence
Alexander suddenly realized how silent the place had become. There were no flying, creeping, or running creatures. There was nothing. Only himself and Guinevere, standing on the old trail, with the rest of the world so far away.He dropped his hand, and she licked her lips, her breath shuddering. How easy it was to excite her. Blood rushed to his crotch, and he felt a sudden warmth wash over him.Guinevere's eyes were on him. "I have been practising." She said into the silence he had created, her voice shaking, her lips quivering."Practising?" he murmured."Yes. With the sword, and at the piano." Her throat moved when she swallowed. "Every music sheet you gave me. I have been working diligently at them."He nodded. "I see." He did not care for either at the moment."I am quite fortunate, I must say. They are some of the best compositions I have ever had." Her words were in a hurry. "Although, in truth, they are the only compositions I have ever had other than the one from my mother,
Last Updated : 2024-10-22HATING HER KING A Rumour I Heard
Gwen's hand was perfectly caught in Alexander's as they ran up the stairs. Her hair, disordered, with mud coating her boots.He had fallen asleep on her shoulder, and since she could not carry him back, Gwen had laid him down on the grass and lain beside him. They remained there until the rain forced them to return to the castle."Your Majesty?!" Edmund exclaimed, rushing out to meet them, bringing an umbrella with him. "I would have fetched you before the rain, but I had no knowledge where you were."Alexander ran past the kingman, pulling her with him. "You are generously lucky for the lack of that knowledge." He said to Edmund. As soon as they got under cover, he stopped. "You are lucky indeed." Though he spoke still to Edmund, his eyes were on Gwen. She flushed.The drunken haze from when she first found him had vanished, and the serene expression he wore while asleep was lost. In its place was the arrogant and commanding look she knew so well."I love it when the colours come ali
Last Updated : 2024-10-23HATING HER KING Lord Featings's Madness
Gwen scoffed and closed the distance between them. Despite being younger, she towered over Lady Farrington, and by a good amount. "Then I would suggest you instruct your maid to seek truth rather than indulging in tastiest gossip." She remarked coolly, her eyes threatening. With that, she walked past her. "And while you're at it, ask her to cease spreading rumours, it is becoming unsightly. I am not you, and I have no desire to be the king's mistress. There are better ways to live one's life." Lady Farrington blanched. "Paula?""Yes, My Lady." Paula responded, following her into her bedchamber and shutting the door. Soon enough, through the closed door, they heard a loud, frustrated groan from Lady Farrington. It brought a chuckle from Gwen's lips."I should not speak so boldly, Ma'am," Paula said tentatively. "but I applaud your manner and management of her."Gwen's gaze wavered. "I should not have spoken so boldly either." Lady Farrington was not the easiest of people and her words
Last Updated : 2024-10-23HATING HER KING Daring The Crown
Alexander's humour faded. He felt Brand's eyes on him but did not turn, keeping his gaze on Featings. The man must have lost his head to speak of Guinevere in court. He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the armrest. "Speak on, Featings. I am beyond curious about the tales of these servants."The ignorant man continued. "They speak of how she is your mistress, and to my thought, I find it shameful and improper for a mistress to flaunt herself so openly in the castle. Mistresses belong in secret places."A shadow fell further over Alexander countenance. His stare did not waver nor did Lord Featings earn any iota of sense. He exhaled slowly, determined to remain mannered."Featings," Brand called. "I would advise you to properly check your words."Alexander caught the slight exchange between Lord Featings and Lord Denney. The subtle nod propelled the former to continue on the path of destruction.Lord Featings once again turned to Brand. "If the king has granted me an audience, it is
Last Updated : 2024-10-24HATING HER KING Rage
No one moved.No one spoke.No one even dared to breathe loudly.Alexander kept his hand on the knife, feeling the warm blood running down his hand. When the loud cry finally ceased, he said furiously, "There is one thing that sets us apart - your low birth and my high position. One thing sets Guinevere apart from you: my protection, which you momentarily lost, and my everlasting guardianship over her. You would not speak so recklessly of me, not in my absence and definitely not in my presence." He clenched his teeth, enraged. His hand twitched, wanting to twist the knife, but he restrained himself. "And do not, for the life of you, speak so lowly of Guinevere, else your head will pay the price for the carelessness of your tongue."His eyes blazed with anger. How dare the man speak ill of Guinevere? How dare he even mention her name? Had he granted Denney too much freedom? Perhaps it was time to assert his authority, putting the man in his place, family ties notwithstanding."Let this
Last Updated : 2024-10-24HATING HER KING What Woman Could Possibly Reject You?
Lady Fitzgerald was the daughter of a land baron with humble means of living, whose sister had married Carlisle only the year before. How had she managed to captivate his brother, to cause a turmoil to a man who had never cared for anything else except him and the kingdom? He was not jealous of Alexander's growing affection for the lady. After all, Alexander was king and needed to produce heirs, and it would be all the better if it was with a woman he shared affection with, but he was confounded nonetheless.When they had visited the castle, Brand had noticed Alexander's behaviour toward the lady to be more than mere teasing. He was almost certain that, for her sake, he had convinced Carlisle to marry the elder sister after compromising her.He watched him now, seated across from him. His brother had never been known to hesitate when he wanted something. He was like an unrelenting greyhound. Why hesitate now?"I hold you in the highest regard, but I will not stand for you to be spoken
Last Updated : 2024-10-24
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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
