Hello everyone, I was unable to write due to unforeseen circumstances, so I decided to upload what I have. We will resume fully tomorrow. But if I get the time to Edit what I have, I will release the chapter later in the day. I apologise.
~Sylvester~ After breakfast, we had to converge at the lounge to discuss matters. Tamia went with Linda and Avery while my mother left us to handle the issues concerning the upcoming ceremonies. I have never been this mentally busy, but dealing with this king forced me to put my brain cells to wor
"I believe there will be trouble in paradise soon," I said with a broad grin. "What do you mean?" Marcel asked me, and I cleared my thought. "Just as everyone on that list was a target for a specific reason and their emotions were worked on, I believe the king man targeted Amanda," I said, and the
When that happens, she will reach out to you, Leo. Because she will be grabbing on straws, looking for comfort, she will reach out to you. Maybe not to come back but to make a connection because you will be her only family. When that happens, I want you to act like everything is normal. Can you do t
~Tamia~ Finding what to wear for the Coronation was a bit challenging, especially with our bumps. Avery was the only one in the clear because she wasn't showing up yet, so she got the best dresses to try on. Linda was worse off than me and had to shop from very loose selections to accommodate her
"I can still smell you, Tamia," he said to me in his low husky voice, and I swallowed because my throat was dry. "Sylvester," I managed, and he pulled me onto his lap. the vehicle was moving. He kissed my neck and nibbled gently. I could feel his hardness underneath. I tried to hold my breath. "I
"His Majesty, Sylvester Volkov. The twenty-fifth king of the Volkov bloodline. Son of Lord Maurice Volkov and Lady Stephanie Balyeave Volkov," Larry said, and I could hear some contempt in his voice. I might have been imagining it, but who cares. Sylvester would sit on that throne, and there was not
~Tamia~ Sylvester looked breathtaking, sitting at the foot of the bed. I exhaled, and he looked at me and smiled. I could not let what Stephanie said spoil the night, so I returned the smile. I looked at his body and admired what I saw. "Your Majesty," I said with a breathy voice, and he grinned.
The punishment is death, Sylvester. We have people locked up for treason that never attempted taking your life; what do you think would happen to your mother, who planned and succeeded in having a lord and his officers killed by exposing him to his known enemy?" I asked him, and he was silent, seein