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HATING HER KING She Would Be His
Alexander's gaze came to her face which remained turned from him. There was sadness. It was consuming.He hated it."How did he die?" He should have required Mr. Macquoid to find out. The tune resumed, quietly turning into a beautiful symphony."Beth had always wanted to see the world and in a way, she did, through books, tales told by the merchants in the marketplace, and through maps. My sister loves to study maps. I could never understand the crossing lines and the coloured regions."The roads and the seas? Alexander almost chuckled but said no word. She was a delight."Since she could not be able to travel, considering our family's fortune, she took to hill climbing." The song stopped abruptly. Guinevere turned to him. "She swore she would climb the hill at westside manor, and every hill after that, simply to gaze upon the open plains."With her so close, it was hard to exercise control. He took her hand again, his grip gentle and warm. She went still for a moment."If she had we
Last Updated : 2024-10-27HATING HER KING A Good Morning
Alexander felt an uncommon sense of contentment that morning, a feeling that had been elusive, and somewhat foreign, for quite some time. As he strode into the drawing room with measured gait, and took a moment to admire the room's opulence. The early morning light filtered through the grand windows, the high ceilings were adorned with intricate mouldings, and rich tapestries lined the walls. Had the room always been so beautiful?Beside the blazing hearth was a plush armchair and he settled into it, letting out a contented sigh. Last night, he had slept exceptionally well, better than he had in the recent days, but it was not the reason for his high spirits.The door to the drawing room creaked open, and a maid entered with a silver tray bearing a steaming pot of tea and a selection of his favourite morning treats. "Good morning, Your Majesty." She curtsied, placing the tray on the small table beside him.A familiar knock."Enter." Alexander called.Edmund stepped inside, carrying a
Last Updated : 2024-10-27HATING HER KING The King Has Made Plans
"What does it matter?" Brand looked up from the newspaper, a rare softness in his eyes. "She is to be your wife and queen. Who am I to oppose?" He lifted his teacup as though toasting. "Well said, brother. Yet, king or not, there is still the tradition you must follow. A king still must ask for the hand of the lady he wishes to marry.""I am aware of that, Brand as I am at the helm of tradition. I have already sent a carriage to bring Lord Fitzgerald to me.""That is good. And what does Lady Fitzgerald think of this arrangement?" Alexander managed to avoid eye contact. Brand tsked. "She is unaware of it for the moment?""She is unaware, but not for long. I shall speak with her soon." As soon as she was through with her fits. He added grimly.Brand raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I would say I am surprised, but that would be a great lie. I had expected it and you did not disappoint.""You have no faith in me?""On the contrary, I have the greatest faith in you." He fol
Last Updated : 2024-10-27HATING HER KING He Cares For Lady Fitzgerald Too
Jane hesitated for a moment. "I apologize, My Lord.""Your apologies are as useless as you are to me." He snapped, his words cutting through her like a sharp knife. "Your father remains greedy, yet you cannot prove yourself the least bit useful.""I will repair this, My Lord. I swear it."Lord Denney's gaze sharpened. "You will do nothing, as I do not have the luxury of time for you to lay waste to." He hissed. Jane nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I will have her removed, and I will do so myself. If I cannot destroy Alexander in body, then I will destroy his soul." He flicked his fingers, muttering. "Perhaps, if I take the one he cares for so much…""But, My Lord," She interrupted. "The only person the king cares for is the prince.""You fool," he sneered, "he cares for Lady Fitzgerald too. Why else would he be marrying her against what his court might think?" He shook his head. "Clearly, you are not as wise as I thought you to be. Go back to the castle and continue to be
Last Updated : 2024-10-27HATING HER KING I Want A Simple Life
Gwen stared into his dark blue eyes, aware that they were alone in the clearing, as they had been in the piano room last night and every time he had kissed her. She instantly recalled how his lips had tasted, how his hands had felt under her dress, and how it had made her feel almost… almost liberated."Guinevere?" Alexander suddenly called.Gwen nearly jumped out of her skin. "What?""Sit." He lay on his back. "Or you could lie down.""Why should I? I don't think I should." She was flushed, her breathing uneven and her heart refusing to cease its errant beating. She felt as one who had been caught committing a horrible crime. What had she been thinking?"Would you rather stay on your feet?" Hands behind his head, he gave her a quizzical look. "What are you thinking?""Nothing!" She answered almost immediately and somehow she felt he was aware. "Nothing." She reiterated.He kept his gaze on her for a moment. When he smiled, her suspicions were confirmed. "Guinevere, I will not gobble
Last Updated : 2024-10-27HATING HER KING She Was Perfect For Him
Charles slowly pushed the door to Beth's bedchamber, and stepped in, his movements deliberate and careful.Beth was standing so poised and elegant by the table. One hand rested on her waist, the other gently gripping the edge of the table, anchoring her as she focused intently on the parchments spread before her. Her eyes were fixed on the documents, a deep concentration etched into her expression.She was wearing a dress of pale, soft hues, with her hair neatly gathered at the back of her head, although a few loose strands fell by her ears. The sight of her was celestial. Charles's heart leap, a familiar warmth spreading through him. He closed the door behind him, the soft click catching her attention. Beth lifted her head, her eyes meeting his, and a radiant smile spread across her face. His lips twitched in response, his idea and attempt of a smile. "You have returned." It was a statement. He heard her smile in it.Charles took a moment to take her in fully, his gaze traveling fr
Last Updated : 2024-10-28HATING HER KING She Gloried In His Manliness
Suddenly, she jerked. With haste, she took his hand and placed it on the swell of her stomach where he felt their child move. She laughed, and he was in awe. Many times he had felt the baby move, but each time was as enchanting as the woman who sat beside him, her eyes shining, her lips laughing."It will always remain a wonder." He said."Indeed, it will."Slowly, her smile faded, but her gaze on him remained steadfast and brave. He held it. Soonest her eyes softened even more, if that were possible, and she blinked.He swallowed hard, his other hand drifting across her cheek. "I do not know how I can keep my promise if you continue to look at me like this." He murmured."Like what?" Beth's voice was low, her lips beautiful and challenging.His eyes darkened. "Like you are now, with so much invitation."Charles's hand remained on her stomach and her hand tightened over his. "I am with child, Charles, not ill.""You remain fragile and greatly so." He insisted gently, bringing her hand
Last Updated : 2024-10-28HATING HER KING A Message From The Castle
He kissed his way back up, but his fingers did not relent. They teased her, drawing soft moans from her lips. His touch was deliberate, knowing exactly how to drive her wild. Beth's heart raced as her body responded to him, her mind clouded with the pleasure he was giving her.His lips trailed about her neck, face and chest region, but would go no further, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Her skin tingled under his kisses, and she writhed in response to his touch, lost in the sensation. Charles paused, his breath hot against her, and glanced down at her, his eyes dark with lust.Beth blinked back her ragged vision, urgency compelling her to demand, "Why did you…?" She tried breathlessly, her hand reaching to tangle in her own hair. She gasped. "Don't stop now.""Are you alright?" His eyes were filled with concern.She marveled at the depth of his care, the way his strength was both physical and emotional, enveloping her in a sense of safety and passion. Even now, he worried about
Last Updated : 2024-10-28
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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
