"Are you sure I'm going to wear a dress like this for tomorrow's event?"
Pandora looked at herself in the mirror, taking in her appearance in an embroidered lace dress with sleeves that came up to her elbows. While the chest towards the hips all perfectly traced the curves of her body, especially the stomach that protruded slightly forward, the front of the dress was also above the knee length and the back side dangled slightly touching the floor. One small sigh. Pandora took a sideways position watching how the dress would tell everyone another truth about her. For a moment Pandora's eyes stopped at the point where Kingston's reflection was also caught in the mirror. Scrutinizing Pandora from there. Then as the man approached, Pandora had to hold her breath against the centering touch on her lower abdomen. "Why should I be unsure?" Kingston wrapped Pandora up. Dropping his face in the open neck recess to inhale the intoxicating scent. "You know I'll be att"King, what do you want? Why bring me here?" Pandora's tremendous chest thumping highlighted the way Kingston pulled the dangling cloths together. The dressing room, separated only by a red curtain, had trapped the two. The atmosphere was tense. Pandora was even more helpless as she was cornered against the wall. Pandora had very little room to move, especially when Kingston was crushing her body. The hanging costumes added to the situation where they would be in danger if Anna and the other cast members went in to retrieve the costumes. "I hope you haven't forgotten where we are." Pandora pressed against Kingston's chest. Whispering softly reminded the man of his close proximity, occasionally wanting to get rid of the arms that confined her within the limitations of space. "King ...." "They'll probably be here any minute." Pandora caught her breath at the sound of voices outside. Faintly, she understood that her friends were practicing some lines from
Kingston's face darkened when he realized the truth. Instead of taking Pandora to the hospital. He threw Pandora's body down a few meters after stepping into the mansion. The golden color mixed with blood traced clearly on the gray-blue cloth pants. A color that showed how Kingston would never forgive Pandora's fatal mistake. Hundreds of years ago, the first time he was able to save the fetus in Arcadeaz's womb. It would not end the same way for a fetus that lost itself. Grape will offer death, and Pandora broke what should never have been the worst part of Kingston's decision history. Choosing an unruly girl like Pandora would only burn out his patience. Kingston would have no mercy when he himself was enraged. There was no love during this time, but hatred came easily. As if defying the existence of a very thin line between such two feelings. "You knew from the start that I was giving you the rules." "Helios has already told you some parts." "But it seems
The jingling of chains snatched at each other as Pandora made small movements to comprehend the situation from the moment she opened her eyes. Slightly overshadowed by the chaotic feeling, she pulled her arm roughly until the painful friction reminded her of how Pandora's entire body seemed to be crumpled by the impact marks that she couldn't even remember how Kingston had done it. Pandora hissed with a choked breath, examining the multiple bruises on her body, especially on the legs that had been hit hard. She pulled back on her arms—unable to wrest freedom from the chains interconnected between the bed pillars. Had Pandora never really told about the tense bed frame, now the atmosphere became even more so when she had to be shackled like this. About blood ... The painful red color raged violently in Pandora's mind. She realized that someone had changed the cloth. Pandora should still be wearing a blazer, plain white underwear, and cloth pants full of gaudy patches.
Last night's torture was not much different from today's. Pandora herself struggled to cover her naked body as the thick blanket was often ripped away in an attempt to break free from the chains until the wrists became the worst injury. Indeed, Pandora was plunged into Kingston's painful accusations. She was a murderer. Killing an innocent fetus. Making her miscarry before she was ready and before she ever spoke the truth to her father. But there was one thing Pandora tried to deny. She wondered if the accusation was the whole truth or just a half-truth. If it was true that grape was the wind that fueled the fire of her problems, why should Pandora accept it as part of her common sense? She had indeed consumed a lot of grapes, even when she was feeling alert as their approached the end of the show. But should Kingston lay all the blame solely on her? Kingston had called for prohibition from the start. She already knew the fatal consequences of the rule that the man ha
Pandora's breath caught in her throat as she immediately looked down, not wanting to meet the angry glint in his spectral eyes. She tightened her fingers on Helios, not caring how the man tried to remove the link that was still attached and might provoke a big melee when Kingston, with a sardonic grin, towered over her, then knelt down to place one of his hands between the wrong decisions Pandora had made. "Is your fiancée me or my subordinate?" There was a wild struggle of tension in Pandora's mind as Kingston asked Helios to leave the room. Pandora was forced to face that damn handsome face as she herself was helpless against the fingers that tugged roughly at her jawbone. Pandora was grateful that she had not yet pinned the pair of green stone-studded rings that were still perfectly sheathed on her ring finger to truly bind Kingston as a fiancé. Kingston himself had never considered Pandora to exist. Pandora shouldn't have to break her skepticism just because he wa
"Thank you, Helios. You don't have to pick me up today. I'll sleep in the dormitory." Pandora smiled briefly and stepped into the cafe. She searched for Anna, who hadn't arrived until 30 minutes ago when she sent a message that she was on her way. It was nothing new, so Pandora didn't have to wait for Anna to simply take a seat in the corner after ordering an avocado juice. Normally Pandora would have chosen grape jus for a soft drink, but this time she had no intention of making her feelings taste the traces of the bad life Kingston had to offer. Although Pandora would never forget every second of Kingston's cruelty, even during their last encounter—the day when the sword was a testament to their mutual hatred. With bloody hands, Kingston walked out of the room. Leaving after saying something very hurtful. And then when he returned. Kingston brought a glass of bitter potion, forced Pandora to gulp it down, and locked Pandora up for the rest of the day to endure the pain a
"Isn't there anything more covered up, Ann?" Pandora paced uncomfortably, occasionally pulling at the wrinkled fabric to expose the skin of her thighs. Pandora's appearance was already immaculate—she just needed to make sure that she wouldn't regret making this decision after turning down Anna's invitation to enjoy the nightclub atmosphere so many times. It made sense that Pandora wouldn't want Kingston to suddenly barge into her dorm room when she was alone there. Making a scene and disturbing some of the students who chose to stay rather than incur the high cost of returning home. Pandora was sure that once she was in the crowd, Kingston would have a hard time finding her. Just once would probably be fine. Pandora wouldn't touch any alcohol to keep sober and would get Anna home as soon as possible, if not by returning to the dormitory. London.... Pandora agreed to follow Anna back to London once she had Chris' permission. Just for a few days. Then she woul
"After Arcade's death, I never saw you like this at all. But now... you're showing the same thing as when you were jealous of her." No idea how many times Avanthe watched Kingston release four arrows simultaneously with precise aim. A moment ago she walked around the palace, accidentally catching a glimpse of Kingston's shadow standing alone in the darkness of the night. Only a few lighting devices, namely fires, were burning in some corners of the field. It surprised Avanthe to learn that Kingston was overcome with anger, but Avanthe would call it jealousy for knowing her older brother. No amount of anger could keep Kingston silent, if not for something bigger. "Stop all this." Avanthe touched Kingston's broad shoulders when she really needed to get up the courage to end everything Kingston was doing. "You almost spent 1000 royal arrows." "Aren't you tired?" Kingston's face was freezing cold, which was what Avanthe saw—immediately taking a step back wh
"Arcadeaz... you mean Arcade?" asked Pandora. Swallowing hard after she found Voleski nodding vaguely. The woman confirmed the big question that now led to the real answer. The name that had once fallen from Kingston's lips was now gone. Now Pandora wondered who that woman was to Kingston. She was quite surprised when Voleski spoke up again beside her. "She's his ex-lover. Just the past." It was as if the old woman knew what was brewing and made Pandora wonder. What kind of past? A past that had gone so far that it was deeply imprinted and difficult to forget. Helios had said Kingston had never married, but wasn't it a bit much to build a tomb in the form of a monument to commemorate someone's passing? Pandora still couldn't believe what she currently knew. A rough man. Full of decisiveness and all kinds of tactics to silence the enemy into silence would hide something like this. Kingston must have fallen too deeply in love with the woman the man had mentioned in his
Time had passed quickly since Kingston left Pandora in the room with Aceli. This morning Pandora had been frantically scrolling through her cell phone to contact Chris to resolve her endless inner conflict. Thankfully, Chris' reply didn't complicate Pandora's feelings, so she didn't have to be too bitter about having refused her own father's visit, which Kingston would have allowed. Pandora would have left Bristol to fulfill her overwhelming desire to meet him. But in reality she could only accompany Aceli in the mansion's side yard. Meanwhile, Aceli was busy with the toys that were scattered around. Pandora was thinking of a conversation about the way Kingston had warned Aceli. Although Aceli was still too young to understand Kingston's words, Pandora knew very well why the man had to say something that was not meant to be said. She was sure that when Kingston was lying weak, he could clearly hear how Aceli had made the heart-piercing request. And Pandora's answer might
The sound of purring spread throughout the room, just like a long, strange, and unusual purr. Even so, Pandora still maintained a closed-eye stare after she was woken up by something too noisy nearby. Pandora admitted that the voice she was trying to recognize was a familiar one after a long time. That was it. The rest she couldn't add any spice to. Her smile was being held back by the excuse of sleep, but she had fully made up her mind to do something about it. Waiting for the right time, at least until the snoring sound was gone. Occasional small movements shook Pandora's position. She knew it was none other than Kingston. The man took a little control, forgetting that all night Aceli had been the master of dimness. In control of the entire bed, Pandora had to keep shifting. Stumbling next to Kingston, the man almost clashed on the edge of the bed and touched Pandora's arm in her long pajamas. "You can go. I'll see you and the others tomorrow morning." The fai
A simple, murderous question, stabbed right through. Pandora half-turned her face away from Aceli, barely able to utter a word to sarcastically quote the pathetic question. She was silent with her tongue in her throat. Thinking of how she could agree to Aceli's request. While Kingston was not at all the man she wanted him to be. Let's just say we're engaged.... Kingston's statement the other day was already forgotten by Pandora. She no longer thought of Kingston as her fiancé since she decided to sell the ring, which she had left in London on the table in Anna's room before going to commit to the job Raymond had offered her. Pandora had left Anna a message, and yeah, the girl had kept the ring for her. "Sister Panda, why the silence?" Aceli's voice was full of disappointment. Describing how the little girl felt so eager for Pandora to give her a sweet answer. But it would be a shock to Pandora if she said yes to Aceli's wishes. "I'm too young to b
"You're so heavy!" Pandora had finished everything. But the difficulty from the start was moving Kingston's body from one place to another. It took all kinds of effort to exert, and right now, Pandora could barely control her balance as Kingston's presence at her side with his arms draped over her shoulders began to weigh her down. Kingston was huge. Tall. Many times Pandora's stature. The top of Pandora's head was only as high as the man's chest; how could she possibly adjust to being choked? Meanwhile, Kingston's lack of strength became a heavy point that Pandora had to deal with. She was getting wobbly. Swaying, but still wanting to hold on to everything she could. Little by little, Pandora clung to Kingston's body tighter. Frowning deeply to balance herself, she saw that the slippery marble was a violent upheaval. Pandora slipped, turning the situation upside down. She was pulled. Overlapping on the surface of Kingston's silent body. "Are you okay, King?"
The door in front of Pandora was open, but she was hesitant to step in. In front of her was a four-poster bed receiving a guest and its true owner. There was nothing wrong when she asked Helios to bring Kingston to a space she could enter at will. A space where she had a lot of freedom to express herself, even though Pandora did not dare to do somersaults now. Kingston was probably silent. Shutting his eyes like a handsome undead. But Pandora was well aware that the man who had been lying down since returning from the forest was in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. She caught the frown before leading the doctor checking Kingston's condition out of the room. "King ...." After dispelling the various doubts that were scattered in her mind. Pandora ventured to take a step or two closer. Kingston's face was very pale. Surprisingly, the doctor showed an unusual reaction after diagnosing Kingston with the words 'excessive fever'. It seemed that the mid
Kingston was never content to just touch Pandora, who was on her back. He turned Pandora's body upside down. Pulling that tempting ass up into a beautiful pose, he shot his big, still-tense cock into her. "Engh... King!" Pandora felt very full. Kingston pounded her with a regular tempo. The man's fingers did not stay still. Squeezing Pandora's chest to keep it from being thrown in various directions. After all, that adorable body part was Kingston's goal to make him and Pandora stick together. Kingston's hissing and Pandora's long moans were proof of their amazing union, delivering a rush of pleasure. Dopamine sensations were everywhere. Pandora's struggles were no less wild. Both of them were feeling an explosion of passion. Pandora was a young leaf in synergy, while Kingston was a demi-god—certainly having the desire to push each other to satisfaction. Pandora did not lie; Kingston's desire was hard to ignore. She tried a thousand times. Denying that she would
"What you must face is your fear, Pandora. Not the water, which is completely helpless because your weight is so annoying." Kingston's lips were good at giving advice. "I pity the waters." And amazingly adept at making fun when Pandora couldn't even care about anything, other than hoping Kingston would do something soon. At least get Pandora out of the lake. She really couldn't control herself. She wanted to give up and just let the water engulf her. But Kingston wouldn't agree to Pandora's easy death. The second Pandora was sure the water would eat her alive. Kingston deftly pulled her out of the puddle that was rippling because Pandora's movements were so spontaneous. "I threw you to a spot that's not too deep. You can still touch the ground." The restrained tone showed that Kingston was furious. The way he was watching Pandora as she stood there in shock was evident from the slight narrowing of his eyes. While anyone would see, including the horses
"Are we stopping here?" The lake before Pandora lay still. A location where she had no idea Kingston would halt their journey and tie the horses under a tree. Pandora glanced around the forest. There was no one. It was quiet. Deserted. The two were quiet amongst the serenity of the lake. "Get down." Kingston's deep voice said. Soon the wind suddenly picked up. Pandora looked at the man carefully. To her, Kingston extended an arm to be welcomed immediately. There was no way Pandora could refuse. Somewhat hesitantly she dismissed some things about Kingston. As their hands linked together. It was a form of decision to let Kingston come back to her aid. "Where are you going?" asked Pandora after understanding that Kingston's next step would continue until the broad shoulders were completely out of the way. Kingston's deft movements pulled the plain white T-shirt off the man's own body. The tips of his toes were already touching the lip of the lake. At that