A/N: Hi lovelies! For those who might think it is weird for me to actually emphasize such a scene more than vanilla ones, please, this is a twisted romance after all. Do not get mad at me. 🤧 Also, thank you for reading this book! Love y'all!
Chapter 73: The Young's DesireAs midnight arrived and Isabel awoke in the stillness of the hour, she found herself lying beside Lucian, who was in a deep sleep. His steady breathing filled the room, and his back was turned towards her, giving her the perfect chance to slip away unnoticed. Carefully, Isabel inched away from the bed while her movements were slow and deliberate to avoid making any noise.The cool air of the room prickled her skin as she stood up. She then scanned the floor, spotting her scattered clothes. One by one, she picked them up as her fingers trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, resolved herself to stay calm and quiet.With each garment she slipped into, memories of the evening replayed in her mind, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. She fastened the last button of her dress, glancing once more at Lucian to ensure he hadn't stirred. But he remained motionless, his back still turned.Isabel tiptoed across the room, avoiding the creaky
Chapter 74: A Desperate EscapeBut while Isabel was under the young prince's comfort, Lucian suddenly bellowed. His voice reached the ends of the palace halls as it echoed through the corridors.“Isabel!” His tone was angry and desperate, thinking that Isabel had left him once again.His voice startled Isabel, and she instantly rose to her feet in fear. But Julian did not want to let go of her hand.“Where are you going?” he asked, as Isabel tried her best to take his little fingers off her own.“I... I have to go, your highness. Let me go!” she nervously spoke in a frantic whisper.And yet, the young prince's grip tightened, his eyes wide with confusion and concern. “But why? What happened?”Her heart pounded as the sound of Lucian’s approaching footsteps grew nearer. Her eyes darted towards the door, which stood ajar, letting in the distant echoes of the king’s anger.As Lucian’s footsteps drew nearer, Isabel’s fear intensified. She tugged at Julian’s small fingers, her desperation
Chapter 75: I would rather die“You cannot take anything from me,” she mumbled, her voice a strained whisper against the weight of her suffering. “I will fight you even to the last of my breath.”Her fingers grasped the reins weakly as she tried to mount the horse again, but the effort was futile. The horse which was spooked by her sudden collapse and the chaos of the chase, whinnied nervously, its hooves shifting uneasily.Isabel grit her teeth against the pain as she forced herself off the horse, her movements slow and labored. She stumbled onto the ground with her hands dragging across the cool, damp earth as she attempted to rise. Her strength was nearly spent, but the fire of defiance burned brightly in her heart.With a valiant effort, she took a few shaky steps toward the darkened forest, her eyes set on the shadows that promised concealment and, perhaps, a fleeting chance at freedom. Each step was a struggle, her legs trembling under the strain of her injury, but she pressed o
Chapter 76Tristan stared down at his own reflection in the flowing waters of the river. His body was still bruised and wounded from the relentless punishments he had endured in the dungeon. It has been three days and yet the pain and exhaustion remained so intense that Tristan couldn't recall the last time he had a moment of true rest.*Flashback*Tristan’s body tensed as the first lash struck his back, a searing pain slicing through him like fire. He bit down hard, refusing to cry out, even as the leather whip tore into his skin. The soldiers who were loyal to King Lucian, showed no mercy. Each strike was brutal and it cut through his skin as another lash came down, followed by another. Tristan’s body trembled under the relentless onslaught, but his resolve remained unbroken. He had protected Isabel, given her a chance at freedom away from the palace’s oppressive grip. For that, he would endure any punishment.The lashes continued, each one carving a path of agony across his back.
Chapter 77: Is the boy mine?~"When the time is right, I shall ascend to the throne, and you shall serve me, Sir Gayle. Should Isabel bear a child, be it a boy or a girl, it matters not. Your foremost duty is to protect the child at all costs. However, if the child should perish, you are to abort the mission." Princess Leticia’s voice was steady as Sir Gayle kept his head bowed, listening intently."I shall see to it that Isabel is freed from the dungeon, and you shall take her far from the palace. You must wed her before her condition becomes apparent. If possible, win her affections to ensure her past feelings for the king do not hinder our plans." She paused, taking a step closer to the knight. "You know well that Victoria was already with child before she set foot in our kingdom. I shall not permit her to claim the crown that rightfully belonged to my mother. She may have deceived my foolish brother, but she shall not deceive me. I will claim both the crown and the throne, and y
Chapter 78: It was the Queen"Speak, Victoria! Is Julian my son?!" Lucian roared, his voice echoing through the throne room. Victoria flinched in fear, her eyes wide with terror. The ministers were equally stunned, witnessing Lucian’s fury, and sensing the potential for violence.Victoria stammered, "Y-yes, Your Majesty. Julian is your son. How could he not be yours?" Her attempt to defend herself only revealed the tremor in her voice.Lucian’s gaze flickered to Head Minister Marlowe, catching a subtle exchange of glances. A cold realization settled over him as he understood the depths of the deceit surrounding him. His shoulders dropped, and his eyes grew icy. He could feel the betrayal from those closest to the crown."From now on," he declared, his voice low but deadly serious, "Prince Julian will have strict studies. He will not be allowed to play, nor leave his chambers. He will be moved to the southern wing of the palace. The Queen herself will not be allowed to see the child."
Chapter 79: Hope "Tell me everything you know," Lucian commanded.The man nodded, bowing his head. "Aye, sire," he replied, his voice steadying with effort."I was among the guards on duty that day, Your Majesty. You ordered us to escort the boy to his chambers, but as we were en route, the queen appeared unexpectedly."At the mention of the queen, Lucian's brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with disdain."She informed us that you, sire, had instructed her to fetch the boy to play with Prince Julian. We dared not question her authority, so we handed the boy over to her men. After that, we heard a woman wailing in the courtyard.""That was Isabel, crying and clutching the bloodied garments of my son," Lucian murmured, startling the guard."Your Majesty? Prince Julian was harmed?" the guard asked, his ignorance evident.Lucian's gaze was piercing. "That boy you held was the rightful heir to my crown. My firstborn."The king's words struck the guard like a blow. His breath shuddered as h
Chapter 80: DivulgenceLucian stood frozen as the guard's revelation echoed in his mind. His son might still be alive. Only one person could be responsible for his disappearance. Without another word, he bolted from the courtyard, his mind racing as he made his way to the palace dungeons."Where is that knight?!" Lucian's voice thundered through the dim corridors, startling the prison guards. They responded with confused looks, unsure of his intent."Sire?" one managed to stammer."Open the gates!" Lucian demanded, not pausing to explain. He charged down the rows of cells, his eyes scanning each one for Tristan.But cell after cell revealed nothing."Are these all the cells in here?" he demanded, turning to the guard trailing behind him."Yes, sire," the guard confirmed.Lucian took a deep breath as a sense of relief washed over him. He chuckled quietly, covering his mouth as the realization dawned on him. Suddenly, his quiet laughter erupted into a jubilant roar."My son is alive! Ha
Dear kind readers,I’m excited to share that The King’s Possession has finally reached its conclusion. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each of you for your patience, support, and love throughout this journey. I know the ending may feel a bit hanging, and some of you might still be longing for more of Isabel and Tristan’s story, but this is the way I always intended for their tale to end.Your enthusiasm and dedication have meant the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have had such lovely readers who have stuck with this story until the very last page.Thank you for being part of this journey.With love and gratitude,Yñanana ~
Chapter 112: A Beautiful Second ChanceIsabel and Prince Raphael strolled through the tall maze garden as the greenery surrounded them like a living wall. The winding paths created an air of intimacy that Raphael seemed all too eager to exploit. Isabel’s arm was linked with Raphael’s as they walked, and he, ever the charming gentleman, leaned in closer with every step, his laughter echoing through the garden.Meanwhile, Tristan was not far behind and was hidden just enough to avoid being seen but close enough to watch the unfolding scene with growing irritation. He had followed them into the maze out of sheer stubbornness, unable to stomach the sight of Raphael’s overly friendly manner.As Raphael pointed out an intricately carved stone bench, suggesting they take a seat, Tristan rolled his eyes from his concealed vantage point. “A bench? Really? How original,” he muttered under his breath, his frustration bubbling over.Isabel, for her part, seemed oblivious to Raphael’s advances. Sh
Chapter 111: A child's pleaAnd so in the months that followed, Isabel remained true to her word. She had finally let Tristan go, though not completely, for she could not easily dismiss the deep feelings she had developed for the man who had saved her. Life continued to move forward, and with it, the fates of those around her began to shift.Lucian who was once a formidable force in the empire, was dethroned and reduced to the title of Viscount. The once-proud Montebello kingdom found itself under new leadership after the council deemed Leticia unfit to rule, her descent into violence and madness making her unworthy of the throne. The kingdom’s new ruler, handpicked for their wisdom and strength, sought to restore peace and stability to the fractured land.Victoria, who had suffered in the dark cells of the palace, was finally freed and was reunited with her son Julian only to face the consequences. But the West King, Leticia’s father, could not bear the thought of his daughter suffer
(This chapter is dedicated to my favourite song "The ones we once loved" by Ben&Ben. It would be nice if you lovely readers would listen to it too ^^)Chapter 110: Goodbye to the one I once LovedSuddenly, Ilyana interrupted with a cheeky smile. “Says who?” she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully as she looked at Isabel and Liam.Isabel blinked in surprise, her confusion evident. “Mother...?”Without another word, Ilyana raised her hand, signaling the guards to open the grand doors. The heavy wooden doors creaked as they swung open, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. Isabel’s eyes widened as a group of men dressed in full black warrior tunics, their faces obscured by hoods, marched into the room in a precise formation.Two of the men, armed with swords at their sides and bows and arrows strapped to their backs, led the procession. Behind them walked a man whose hands were tightly bound, his head slightly bowed, concealing his features. Following this captive were two
Chapter 109: Says Who?The throne room was heavy with the echoes of Teressa’s confession and each word lingered in the air like a ghost from the past. Ilyana sat frozen on the throne, her mind reeling as the truth unraveled before her. She had spent years nursing her bitterness, her anger directed at the man she once loved, believing him to be a betrayer. But now, faced with the painful reality, the walls she had built around her heart began to crumble.Ilyana’s gaze fell to the floor, her vision blurred with tears. The memories of Alistair flooded her mind—the way his eyes would light up when he saw her, the warmth of his embrace, and the quiet moments they had shared away from the burdens of royalty. She remembered how he would bring her fresh fruit each morning, smiling like a child proud of his small gift, and how he would fret if she stayed up late, worrying that she would exhaust herself with royal duties. His gentle nature, his kindness, his insecurities—they were all things sh
Chapter 108: The Farmer who loved an Empress"Your Majesty!" Teressa’s voice trembled as she bowed deeply, her fear palpable. She could barely raise her head to meet Ilyana's blazing eyes.Ilyana’s disdain was evident as she glared at the cowering woman. "The audacity of you to show yourself after what you have done!" she roared, her hand lifted in a threatening gesture, ready to strike. The air crackled with tension as her anger seemed almost tangible.Isabel with her heart pounding, leaped forward, positioning herself between Ilyana and Teressa. "Mother, no! Please don’t hurt her… Please..." Her voice quavered with desperation as she tried to shield Teressa while her eyes looked at her, pleading. "She took care of me and loved me even though I am not her own child!"Ilyana’s eyes narrowed, her anger unrelenting. "She was the one who took you away from me! She was your father's mistress!" The accusation flew from her lips like venom as each word dripped with betrayal and bitterness.
Chapter 107: At Last"Are you pushing me away again? Am I still not good enough for you? Were you scared to see that I have changed?" Isabel's voice wavered as her insecurities finally spilled out, no longer hidden behind the mask of a princess. The memory of the last time she had confessed her love to Tristan haunted her, the cold rejection that had shattered her heart. She feared reliving that pain, but she also knew she couldn’t let this moment slip away. She had to take the chance, no matter the risk.And so she gathered every ounce of courage and straightened herself. Isabel's gaze was stern yet filled with the affection she had always held for the man who had saved her years ago. Her royal demeanor returned, but the vulnerability in her eyes remained. "Marry me, Tristan. This is an order from your princess. As the victor of the Royal Entreaty, you are obliged to surrender yourself and wed the princess. Those are the rules."Tristan was stunned by her commanding words. He knew he
Chapter 106: The Princess and the Knight"Remove your scarf," Isabel demanded with her voice steady but laced with a tension that reverberated through the room. The command was sharp and unexpected and it drew gasps from the gathered nobles and a flicker of surprise from Empress Ilyana herself.For a moment, Tristan remained motionless, his hesitation clear. He knew that once the scarf was gone, there would be no turning back. His heart pounded as Isabel, with a determined look in her icy blue eyes, began to move toward him.Ilyana who noticed the resolve in her daughter’s eyes, smiled softly and stepped aside, allowing Isabel to approach. The Empress had not expected this sudden turn, but she understood the importance of the moment. It was a rare chance for Isabel to take control of her fate, and she would not stand in her way.Tristan’s breath hitched as Isabel stopped just a few steps away from him. Her gaze was unwavering, her command absolute. With a deep breath, he reached up wi
Chapter 105: IdentityShe pointed it directly at Lucian, her hands steady despite the storm raging within her. The cold steel was a mere breath away from his throat, the threat clear and unmistakable.Lucian flinched as Isabel raised the sword, his eyes wide with fear. He had faced many battles, but none compared to this moment. Seeing the woman he loves holding a weapon against him, made his knees feel weak and his heart pound furiously in his chest. His eyes widened in shock and fear as he stared at the sword's tip, the reality of his situation crashing down on him. The mighty king, who once commanded armies and instilled fear in his enemies, now stood defenseless before the woman he had wronged so gravely. His arrogance was stripped away, leaving only the raw terror of a man facing his doom.Isabel’s chest heaved with the force of her anger, her grip on the sword tightening. Every ounce of pain, every drop of sorrow she had endured because of Lucian, now fueled her desire for venge