She was meant to save the heroine, but now she's carrying the tyrant's baby. "Found you." He smirked, tightening his grip on Selene's arm. ~~~ Selene is an avid reader of dark romance and is currently obsessed with a tragic tale where the beautiful Rosalind, daughter of a fallen noble, becomes a servant and falls into the clutches of the ruthless tyrant king, Alaric. When Rosalind becomes pregnant, the king casts her aside for another woman, leaving her to die in heartbreak. Devastated after finishing the book, Selene's emotions overwhelm her-until, in a flash, she's pulled into the very world that shattered her heart. But to her surprise, she's no longer just a reader but Rosalind's loyal servant. She then accepts her destiny and becomes determined to rewrite the story and protect the female lead from the king's cruelty. Yet fate has a twisted sense of humor. As Selene tries to shield Rosalind from King Alaric, the tyrant becomes captivated by Selene's fiery defiance and wit. Instead of Rosalind, it's Selene who catches his eye... and soon, it is she who is carrying the tyrant's child.
View MoreChapter 13: Thou shall not anger the KingAs dusk fell over the kingdom, the two sat by the well, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows on the cobblestone path. Rosalind squeezed the towel soaked in water from the well and carefully wiped the wound scratches on Amaris's palms."I heard them talking about you since yesterday," Rosalind said, her voice steady yet concerned. "They said you had nothing to do, but I told them you've been with me, cleaning and doing the tasks assigned to us."Amaris groaned at Rosalind's words, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I've been bullied all my life. This is nothing new to me! But seeing you get hurt? Ha! The audacity!" she grumbled, trying to act tough. She smacked her own fist into her palm, but the movement made her flinch as pain shot through her."Behave, Amaris. Your nose is still bleeding. Did you hit your head somewhere?" Rosalind asked, frowning as she cleaned the towel again."I think I did when they pushed me," Amaris mum
Chapter 12: HandkerchiefAs Alaric watched them struggle through their punishment, he tried to shake off the image of Amaris smiling at Isaac. Why did it bother him so much? The sight of her laughter, so easily bestowed upon someone else, felt like a betrayal of sorts, and he couldn't quite grasp why.He turned back towards the training, forcing himself to focus on the soldiers as they began their arduous task, his jaw set in irritation. Perhaps he was simply protective of those in his court, especially the ones he found intriguing. Or maybe it was something more complicated—something he wasn't ready to confront.After a good five minutes, Duke Estridsen returned from comforting Amaris while a wide smile adorned his lips. The sight only deepened Alaric's irritation. The contrast of Isaac's cheerful demeanor to the grueling scene before them striked a nerve in Alaric.Isaac stood beside Alaric, watching the men struggle through their push-ups, yet a playful smile remained on his face.
Chapter 11: A hundred and fifty push-upsAs he began to stride toward her, the commanding air of the king cloaked him, and Amaris's eyes widened in surprise and uncertainty. The air crackled with tension as she stood rooted to the spot, not daring to defy the king's command for the first time.Isaac watched the exchange with an amused glint in his eyes, curious about Alaric's intentions. The squire beside Amaris seemed to hold his breath, caught between his respect for the crown and concern for the maid who had unexpectedly caught the king's attention.Alaric's smirk only widened as he closed the distance between them. The gleam in his eyes was filled with amusement. "You seem to be quite lost," he teased, leaning in so close that Amaris could feel the pressure of his presence. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, meant only for her ears. "What's a young woman like you doing in a place like this? Do you perhaps... have a lover among the men here?"The suggestion was laced wi
Chapter 10: I've got you nowAlaric's eyebrow twitched at Isaac's last comment, his irritation only growing. "An exception, is it?" he muttered under his breath, barely audible, yet enough for Isaac to catch the drift. There was a competitive edge creeping into their usual banter, something unspoken that Alaric couldn't quite name but felt in the pit of his stomach.Isaac who noticed the subtle shift in his friend's demeanor, chose to let it pass. "Well, she's certainly intriguing," he said thoughtfully, his eyes following Amaris as she disappeared around the corner. "There's more to her than meets the eye."Alaric scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. "Intriguing is one way to put it. Reckless, insolent—those are others." His voice dripped with uncharacteristic frustration.Isaac chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're overreacting, Alaric. It's not like she's plotting against the crown. She's just..." He paused, as though searching for the right word. "...different. In a go
Chapter 9: Lady CupidThe tension in the air was evident as they ran, both fearing what they might find. Isaac's mind raced, wondering if someone had dared harm his brother within the palace walls, while Alaric, ever the protector, was already strategizing how to handle the situation.Then they finally arrived at the courtyard, breathless and ready for battle, only to be met with an unexpected and rather amusing sight. There, in the middle of the vast courtyard, Nicholas was running around with wild abandon, his laughter filling the air. He was playing an animated game of tag with none other than the strange, yet familiar maid who had so brazenly stood before Alaric the day before—Amaris.Isaac's shoulders slumped with relief, though his face remained something of bewilderment and amusement. Alaric, too, halted in his tracks, blinking at the sight before him. There was Nicholas, not in danger, but joyfully squealing as he darted around the courtyard, occasionally glancing over his sho
Chapter 8: Little LordAmaris groaned, dragging a fallen tree stick through the dirt to absentmindedly write her name on the ground. "My gosh... it's so boring. I can't believe I actually miss my work. Ugh."Just then, a soft giggle echoed nearby, catching her attention. "You talk funny, lady," a young voice said, filled with amusement.Amaris looked up, her grumbling quickly fading into a smile as her eyes landed on a small, well-dressed boy, no older than six or seven. His attire was far too fine for a common child—he was clearly of noble birth."Hello there," she greeted warmly, her curiosity piqued. "What's your name?"The boy glanced down at the letters she had scribbled into the dirt before straightening his posture. "You are to address me as Lord Estridsen," he declared, with all the dignity of someone much older. "I am the youngest brother of Duke Estridsen."Amaris couldn't help but grin. His proud stance and serious expression, paired with those striking green eyes—rare and
Chapter 7: Wild and RompingThe next morning, Amaris found herself knee-deep in the laundry yard, surrounded by the soft morning light. The palace, though grand and imposing, seemed smaller in this secluded corner. Beside her was Rosalind working quietly while her delicate hands scrubbing at the fabric, and for the first time, Amaris felt a small sense of comfort, knowing she wasn't alone in her task."I cannot say I have ever imagined myself in such a position," Rosalind remarked, her voice light despite the effort. "A Beaumont washing linens... it seems the world has turned on its head."Amaris smirked, wringing out a sheet. "Welcome to my life, Rosalind. Though, I'd say you're handling it a lot better than I would've expected."Rosalind smiled softly, her posture still dignified despite the task. "It is far from the life I once knew, yet... I find solace in knowing I am not alone in this ordeal."Amaris nodded, grateful for her calm presence. "Yeah, well, as long as we stick togeth
Chapter 6: LapdogAs the carriage doors swung open, sunlight streamed into the small space, and Amaris instinctively flinched, blinking against the sudden brightness. But then, the sight outside made her stomach churn. On the left, a line of lady servants stood in perfect formation, their heads bowed in deference, with their head handmaiden poised at the front. On the right, soldiers were lined up with their chins held high, their swords grounded but ready, as if silently affirming their king's presence.Alaric stepped out first, every movement fluid and controlled. The sun caught his striking blue eye, making it gleam like polished steel. He commanded attention effortlessly, and Amaris could already see how Rosalind's eyes widened in awe at his figure, her breath caught at the sight of him.No... Amaris thought as her heart began sinking. He's the reason you're going to die. Don't fall in love with him, Rosalind. I won't let it happen. I will do everything—anything—to stop your bitt
Chapter 5: Amused"My King..." The manor fell into a suffocating silence as everyone bowed low, trembling under the tyrant's presence. Rosalind curtsied deeply as her eyes lowered in a show of submission that seemed to satisfy Alaric. His cold gaze swept over her before moving through the room, inspecting the others with a detached indifference.Amaris, however, remained frozen in place. Her wide hazel eyes locked on the king in disbelief. She could barely comprehend the reality before her—King Alaric, standing not twenty feet away, with every detail matching the book's description. The two-colored eyes, one dark, the other piercing blue, and the unmistakable scar crossing his blue eye, a reminder of his brutal past. It's really him... she thought, her mind struggling to keep pace with the unfolding scene.Alaric's gaze shifted and landed squarely on her. His brow furrowed, and a scoff escaped his lips. "Is something the matter with your knees?" he asked sternly, his voice cold and c
Chapter 1: The Coffee GirlSelene Ramirez sat quietly at her desk, clutching a cold cup of coffee that wasn't even hers. Around her, the office buzzed with life—designers arguing over fabrics, sketching on tablets, and tossing around ideas as if it were the most natural thing in the world.None of them paid her any attention. To them, she was invisible.She glanced at her phone as a familiar feeling of longing washed over her. She could picture her room, cozy and welcoming, where she could lose herself in the pages of her latest dark romance novel. Just last night, she had stayed up late reading 'The Tyrant's Child', captivated by the love story of Rosalind and King Alaric. The thought of curling up in her bed with the book made her heart ache."Ramirez! Don't forget to get my oat latte," came a snide voice from across the room.Selene flinched but didn't respond. Of course, she wouldn't forget. She never did. The endless coffee runs, the errands that no one else wanted to do—those we
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