Angel Adon's PovOur naked queen runs her fingers through my hair as we make love for the third time in the night. She is determined to prove that she can satisfy us sexually despite her ugliness. I will always accept her as long as she wears makeup when sleeping with me. No that we would let her go even if she didn't try so hard to please us. She has a gift that otherwise females can only dream of possessing. We have enjoyed a week of our honeymoon. I will be suggesting that we extend it for more than just two weeks. Our assistant is after all back to his senses and is capable of handling matters for a few more weeks.He doesn't speak about the human, but he has tried to be a good assistant to our queen as well. He has even tried to build a little friendship and learn a few things about our Queen's royal family and how she gained the power to control dragons. A thing she refused to reveal.She moans loudly as our love making comes to a breathtaking climax and our bodies tremble wit
King Tiras's PovThe dragons breath out fire, lighting up some structures of the palace. Helpless servants run for their lives, some screaming for our help.Our queen continues sobbing like a child. It doesn't make sense. She was so proud of her ability to control the dragons last time the dragons attacked. So how comes she is acting this way now? Unless she did actually lie. She seemed to panic when we told her about our plan to turn dragons into our formidable army last night. She tried to discourage us because she knew she cannot control them. So who controlled them that day?Adon blinds two of the dragons with his illusions and they crash against the palace's tallest towers. The people that were inside fall with the rubble and get crashed by the weight of the dragons. We have to fight them with our powers just like before. Luckily they are not that many today. But their behaviour appears strange. It's the first time they are attacking our palace and not any other place. They se
Ira's Pov"If I were as perfect as a daydream,Would you love me alone?Because I know men's hearts,They're always on a hunt for something new.So if I were a flawless queen,If I had a voice like summer rain,Would I be enough for you all days?If I had all the good virtues,Would your loyalty last for eternity?"I practice the song in a low tone as the carriage with a dozen more singers nears the great palace of our kingdom, Lordland. The sight of the imposing castle steals my breath. It is the home of the angel kings, the most flawless of beings. Lordsland is the only kingdom that is ruled by the race of angels, born after a weyr of rogue dragons attacked the kingdom and killed nearly all humans that did not have the protection of werewolves. The triplets angel kings, Tiras, Ronen and Aitan, are the mightiest of all beings. People also say they are the most stunning creatures to ever walk the earth. But I think their castle is most stunning. Because what could be more beautiful t
Ira's PovI wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. We were brought to rest in the servant quarters just like the proud official of the angel kings promised, but the place isn't bad at all, not for poor commoners like me at least. The beds are soft and the covers clean, too bad I cannot stop thinking about my missing father and actually fall asleep. I am not tired enough to overcome mt endless fears. So I step out of the bed. Everyone around me is sound asleep. I quietly make my way towards one of the wide windows. I draw the blue curtain just a little to stare at the night sky. But something else catches my eye. A stunning figure of a tall angel with long, braided hair and his massive, golden wings spread out, stands on one of the colourful flower gardens outside the main palace. What a sight to wake up to. I marvel at his beautiful face while his eyes gaze up at the night sky. His body is muscular and his skin smooth as silk. His square jaws look like they were cut
Angel Ronen's Pov"Cold air couldn't calm your nerves? What was bothering your sensitive soul this time?" Tiras asks as I walk back into our imperial chambers. He is the only other person awake at this hour as Aitan is deep asleep by his side. I have always had a strong sixth sense, which means I get an awful gut feeling when something is happening and we are unaware of it. Sometimes it's awful enough to wake me up in the middle of the night. But this time I found the cause of my discomfort, and it's beyond appalling. "I just met our mate outside. She is the worst form of shame that has ever befallen us," I inform in a sad tone. "What?!" Aitan exclaims despite having pretended to be deeply asleep. "You heard me. She is not just a useless commoner but a weak human as well," I tell. "That's ridiculous. It was probably a bad dream. How can a human commoner have gotten inside the walls of our palace?" Aitan says dismissively. "She is one of the singers that came to compete for the c
Ira's PovWe have nothing alike. And apart from their beauty there is nothing else they possess I would like. They have infinite wealth, acquired from the taxes and tributes of their countless subjects and close allies. But I value a person's character more than gold and silver. "We had hoped for a beautiful, royal and useful mate. You're a wretch compared to the princess we desired," the angel in leather coat fumes.Why can't they just reject me? They are monsters compared to the kind of man I would want."I had hoped for a kind, sweet and wise mate. I share your disappointment, your majesty. So let's not waste more time on useless ravings when we could have gotten rid of the unwanted bond. I will gladly welcome your rejection," I reply.Everyone in the room gapes in shock while my beautiful mates seem extremely infuriated. They must have thought I would beg them to accept me. Or is it that no one has ever made them feel like they are not perfect in every way?"Do not dare pretend
Ira's PovI had thought I died. That blow made my brains dance in my head. But since I am thinking and breathing I am assuming I survived. How did I get so unlucky? First I lose my mother, my father goes missing and now I get mated to three monsters that abuse me. Even a beggar would think twice if they were offered my life. I crack my eyes open and it happens that I am in a room. Not an exquisite one of course. But I am laying on a slim bed and there is a wooden table at the corner, a few bottles of herbs set on it. Someone clears their throat and I notice there is a man standing at the farthest corner. "I will let the kings know that you're awake," he says and immediately makes his way out. I want more explanation. Was he my doctor? One side of my head still hurts and is probably very swollen. I would appreciate something to ease the pain at least. I wonder how long I have been unconscious. I close my eyes again briefly only to get startled by the sound of the door busting open
Ira's PovI stand and walk to the only window the room has after hearing shouts outside. Why does it sound like there is a celebration already? My breath catches the dazzling sight of Princess Andria's arrival. Her exquisite escort extends for almost half a mile. Her golden carriage and polished armours of her guards shimmers brightly under the light of the afternoon sun. To add extra pomp to her already glorious arrival, a gigantic dragon flies above her entourage like a formidable guard and descends down gently when the Princess's carriage halts outside of the main palace.Tons of people have stepped outside to watch her grand arrival, all the three angel kings and their assistant included. One of the visiting guards opens the carriage door and holds the princess's hand as she steps out. She is as beautiful as the rumours claimed. And her dress looks like it was made by a dozen genius tailors. The soft, silk fabric outlines the curves of her body perfectly. The angel kings appear
King Tiras's PovThe dragons breath out fire, lighting up some structures of the palace. Helpless servants run for their lives, some screaming for our help.Our queen continues sobbing like a child. It doesn't make sense. She was so proud of her ability to control the dragons last time the dragons attacked. So how comes she is acting this way now? Unless she did actually lie. She seemed to panic when we told her about our plan to turn dragons into our formidable army last night. She tried to discourage us because she knew she cannot control them. So who controlled them that day?Adon blinds two of the dragons with his illusions and they crash against the palace's tallest towers. The people that were inside fall with the rubble and get crashed by the weight of the dragons. We have to fight them with our powers just like before. Luckily they are not that many today. But their behaviour appears strange. It's the first time they are attacking our palace and not any other place. They se
Angel Adon's PovOur naked queen runs her fingers through my hair as we make love for the third time in the night. She is determined to prove that she can satisfy us sexually despite her ugliness. I will always accept her as long as she wears makeup when sleeping with me. No that we would let her go even if she didn't try so hard to please us. She has a gift that otherwise females can only dream of possessing. We have enjoyed a week of our honeymoon. I will be suggesting that we extend it for more than just two weeks. Our assistant is after all back to his senses and is capable of handling matters for a few more weeks.He doesn't speak about the human, but he has tried to be a good assistant to our queen as well. He has even tried to build a little friendship and learn a few things about our Queen's royal family and how she gained the power to control dragons. A thing she refused to reveal.She moans loudly as our love making comes to a breathtaking climax and our bodies tremble wit
Ira's PovI wait impatiently as Lior takes a seat and grabs his cup of tea before revealing more about what he found out about my father. "I baked a cake. Just like your mother used to," Linda excitedly tells, flashing the most seductive smile. Couldn't she wait for him to say something about my father? It's not like her cake is going bad if not eaten within the next few seconds. But . . . perhaps it will go bad. Because she put a million ingredients in hope of making it the best he has ever tasted. "Can we have it for breakfast?" Lior asks and disappointment takes over Linda's face."No. It will grow cold. It's good that you eat it with this delicious stew," she says and hurries to get the cake before he can argue.Of only I got a mate who is just as obsessed with me as she is with him. I would be feeling like a queen. Because having someone that honesty desires your company and approval is the definition of true love. It doesn't always get reciprocated though. "I would prefer t
Ira's Pov"I, King Adon Adler, hereby reject this ugly, human as my mate and queen of this kingdom. I swear in front of you all that I will never desire it now or in future," the last of my mates states his rejection amidst cheers and applause from the crowd of guests I am too angry to feel the pain, and I can see the confusion in the eyes of the guests and officials as they had expected to watch me cry like a little child. I am determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing my tears. They may have They may have taken away my good dress, but not my resilience. They look most beautiful today in their regal attires and shimmering crowns on their heads. But not even that would make me cry over their rejection. I wish I can insult them back but I was warned against "I, Ira Levitt, hereby accept your rejection, your majesty," I manage to say the words without stammering for the third time and feel proud of myself. I bite hard on my lower lip as a wave of pain runs through me,
Angel Ronen's PovI draw the curtains of our bedroom window and stare out at the colourful carriages lining up on the path leading to the main palace. They are filled with the most priceless gifts from the rulers of the neighboring kingdoms and rich men of far lands. Some of the gifts are too unique and too huge to fit in carriages, like the mysterious creatures on leash. It's astonishing to see carriages bearing the unmistakable emblem of Feldland Kingdom also in the line of carriages bringing precious gifts. King Averton has never been known to submit to any royal. Yet he too has sent tributes to appeal us and our soon to be queen.The gifts have been arriving throughout the past three days ever since the news of Princess Andria's incredible gift began to spread. The goal is to show unwavering loyalty and profound admiration to us and the Princess as they understand that her gift is mightier than any magic spell. She can turn mayrs of rogue dragons into our army and we could conque
Ira's PovI can finally stand on my feet and it feels amazing. Like I have been given another chance at life. Lior smiles sweetly as he hands me a glass full of herb which I have to take to ensure that the wounds on my back does not get infected. "You're getting well fast. I am really proud," Lior commends but there is a hint of worry in his voice.He has been surprisingly very patient with my slow recovery. It's like he understands how difficult it is to be human. My mates, the angels, hated me even when I was perfectly healthy. "You sound a little sad. Did the angel kings add you more duties now that they do not pay you?" I ask.I feel guilty for the loss of his earnings. He sacrificed his salary, made himself a free servant for life just to save my life. I will figure out ways to repay him. "It is you who I am worried about. Your mates wants you to attend their wedding, so that they can reject you in front of everyone, make their chosen queen feel assured that they will never wa
Angel Tiras's PovWe watch from from one of the palace's high balconies as our future queen feeds a group of human beggars outside of our palace gates with breads she baked herself. Strangers halt to watch her and her servants with administration. She is succeeding in becoming a reputable queen even before our marriage. "She is even more virtuous than our dead mother. Her inner beauty is a treasure more precious than gold," Ronen says proudly.Adon doesn't look as impressed as he faces away. Surely her face cannot be as bad as he claimed it is. I am honestly skeptical of her behavior as it appears too good to be true. What other royals spend hours baking with their own hands just to feed beggars? She may be kind, but they s act was meant for our eyes. I must however keep my doubts to myself as I do not wish to make my brothers regard her with less admiration than they already do.I notice Lior walking towards the front entrance of the palace from the training grounds. It's strange t
Angel Ronan's PovPrincess Andria sits stiffly between me and Tiras and barely appears interested in the delicious foods in front of her. She has worn her makeup. But I can trace lines of what looks like scars underneath her layers of makeup. She wears it like a pretty mask, so thick that it is extremely hard even for our eyes to guess what her real face looks like.I hope she can keep it hidden forever, because that we can love her honestly and not just because of her gift. "You can relax. We loved you not just because of your beauty but your kindness and talent as well. You're still a thousand times more worthy of our love than our mate was," Tiras comforts and she lets out a deep sigh of relief. Her graceful smile returns to her face. "I am glad you're so wise, your majesties. I have always desired a mate who would love me for more than just my beauty. I promise to be the best queen if you marry me," she says in a humble tone."We sent your father the tribute. Of course we will m
Angel Tiras's PovAdon sits in front of a mirror as three servants straighten his long hair, adding oils that make it shiner as it falls on his shoulders. He has an obsession with beauty and it can be annoying at times. Especially when he gets a group of servants to style his hair and several more to prepare his herbal bath while their more vital tasks wait."Did you really have to change your hairstyle for the fourth time this week?" I question.I notice a smirk on his reflection as he gazes into the mirror. "It puzzles me how you of all people is yet to notice that beauty can be a key to garnering loyalty. You only believe in wisdom while Ronen trusts in his charm. But you both forget that none of those attributes are written on your foreheads. Strangers see faces first, so I have to look good for us all. I do not expect your thanks," he answers. I am not surprised by his lame defence. Beauty may dazzle strangers, but only those that know your character can grant you genuine loya