"Who are you?" Melech snarled as he came face to face with Emet right after leaving Azalia's quarters.The Lavan princess peeked from behind the King's shoulder to see who he was talking to, her body instinctively relaxing at the sight of her knight. Seeing a familiar face, someone she could trust, felt like a breath of fresh air after the intense interaction she had just had with Melech. It was relieving, except Melech didn't seem happy with Emet's sudden appearance."I'm the princess' personal guard." The half-Lavan half-Yarok knight said while holding Melech's gaze. It was his first time seeing the Adom King, and so Emet cautiously studied the man who had so blatantly disrespected Azalia yesterday while trying hard to contain his anger."Is that so?" Melech replied, his crimson eyes also taking in the sight of the knight before him. He had known Azalia had brought her personal guard with her, but clearly didn't like the thought of another man being this close to his future wife. Th
"I have to say, your personal guard truly is handsome." Shai said as she combed Azalia's long white hair, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips at the thought of the knight.As every morning, she and Temira were taking care of Azalia, helping her to bath and to get dressed. It had been a few days since Azalia had arrived in the Adom Kingdom, and the Lavan princess was slowly getting used to her new life. It was easier with Melech currently being too busy to see her, thus allowing her to relax, even if only a little. She was still in enemy's territory, after all. She hoped this calm would last but knew it was only a matter of time before Melech would ask to see her again..."Emet?" She asked in response to what Shai had just said and the Yarok intendant immediately nodded. "Yes, he must be almost as tall as the King." She continued to speak in an excited voice. "You're so lucky to have such a knight protecting you."Azalia couldn't deny the fact that Emet was handsome, because the white-hair
"Did the King tell you what he wanted with me?" Azalia asked Amos as they walked through the castle's long corridors. Emet hadn't been allowed to accompany them just like last time, and so Azalia was left alone with Amos."He didn't." He simply said in response to her question.They continued to walk in silence for a few moments, until Azalia started another conversation. "You know..." She began to speak, the Lavan princess unable to stay silent about the one thing that had been on her mind ever since she had seen Amos again. "I was sure your eyes were red the last time I saw you.""Oh." It seemed to take Amos by surprise, the black-haired man bringing a hand to his face as if wanting to verify the colour of his eyes. "You're a good observer, princess." He eventually told her with a smile. "I must have forgotten to change them to red today." And, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Amos' eyes turned back to their red colour."How?" That only managed to confuse Azalia eve
"I've already taken a bath this morning." Azalia told Melech in response to his offer. Or was it an order? It seemed to be the case, because Melech wouldn't accept no for an answer. "I don't care. You can take another one with me." He insisted, his hand still wrapped around Azalia's wrist. It allowed her to feel his emotions and, for what had to be the first time, Azalia didn't feel Melech's usual anger, wrath and chaos. Instead of these negative emotions, she could feel contentment, want and interest coming from him. Azalia didn't know what she preferred, because the way Melech was looking at her right now, crimson eyes boring into her soul, seemed to be even more dangerous. "I only take milk baths." She said, hoping it would make him drop the matter. "Do you really?" But it only amused him, one of his eyebrows going up at the thought of doing something as ridiculous as taking milk baths. "Yes. It's good for my skin." Azalia replied and Melech surprisingly let out a snort in respon
Azalia's steps were resonating in the large corridors of the Adom castle.The Lavan princess was heading to the library alone. She was supposed to wait for Emet but had decided to go without her knight today. She needed to be alone to gather her thoughts, even if only for a short moment.The truth was that Azalia was lost. The man she was supposed to marry didn't see her as anything more than someone to breed, a means to have some fun and to get a powerful heir. Azalia hated the situation she was in. She hated how Melech was treating her, as if she was just another woman among countless others.She deserved more than that. She wanted someone who loved her, someone who worshipped her, not someone who only called her when they needed to get off. It was humiliating and infuriating, something Azalia definitely wasn't used to.But, despite all of this, her body couldn't help but react to the King's touches...Melech had managed to arouse her when they had taken a bath together. Azalia hate
"You!" Emet yelled as he burst into the throne room, the knight violently pushing the large doors open on his way. "How dare you touch the princess with your filthy hands!" He furiously shouted at the Adom King.Said King was currently sitting on his throne with his general Onan and two of his counsellors standing before him. Azalia could recognise Leor, the man with black closely-shaved hair, and Tzilla, the woman with short curly hair she had quite liked during the last High Council.But now wasn't the time to remember their names. "Emet!" She let out a shocked gasp at her knight's words. "Cease this madness!" Emet must have hit his head somewhere to act in such a reckless way. Azalia was desperately trying to stop him and to make him leave the throne room, but Emet wasn't budging one bit as he intensely glared at the Adom King.That only seemed to amuse Melech, the King feeling unimpressed by Emet's sudden appearance. He had been discussing important matters with his counsellors bu
"Take off your clothes." Melech ordered in a dominant tone. They were back in the King's personal quarters, his crimson eyes locked on the Lavan princess standing before him.Said princess shuddered at Melech's words. She obeyed, her heart pounding inside her chest as she slowly stripped off all of her clothes. She felt unusually vulnerable under Melech's burning gaze, even more so now that she had seen just how strong he was during his fight against Emet.Melech shamelessly looked at Azalia's exposed body once she was fully naked. He appreciatively hummed at the sight, the King licking his lips before speaking out in a deep husky voice: "Get on the bed."Azalia felt her belly flutter at the amount of dominance Melech's tone held. She usually wasn't one to obey people but did so without any complaints this time, the black silky sheets feeling soft against her naked skin.It didn't change the fact that she was nervous. She had promised Melech she would do anything he wanted, but the wa
The next morning, Azalia woke up alone and disoriented. She slowly sat up, the Lavan princess sleepily taking in her surroundings, when her sapphire eyes slightly widened as she realised where she was:The Adom King's bed, that is.Her pale cheeks turned a soft pink as she remembered what had happened in said bed yesterday, her face warming up in embarrassment as memories played inside her mind. She looked around to search for Melech but didn't see him anywhere, meaning the Adom King hadn't waited for her to wake up.Azalia's heart unexpectedly dropped at the realisation.What they had shared yesterday was a big deal for her. She had let Melech touch her intimately for the first time, and it wasn't a right Azalia gave to just anyone. It meant something to her, and she had thought it was the same for Melech, but she must have been mistaken because the King hadn't even made the effort to be there when she woke up.It shouldn't affect her but it did. Azalia felt abandoned and disappointe
Azalia woke up in the comfort of her bed with silky sheets surrounding her. She could feel the warmth of a body behind her, what had to be Melech's arms wrapped around her waist. They had gone to bed late last night. The banquet after her coronation had lasted a long time, but Azalia had had a lot of fun talking with different guests and gossiping with Esther. She had enjoyed watching Esther playing hard to get with the Yarok prince, unlike Yael, who had tried seducing Nehorai the whole evening... without any success. Azalia didn't know how things had ended but she was pretty sure that she had seen Esther and Nehorai disappear together at some point. Esther would have to tell her all the details of what had happened between them the next time they saw each other. Knowing Esther, she already had the Yarok prince wrapped around her finger. Her thoughts were interrupted by sultry kisses being pressed onto her nape and shoulders. She hummed in contentment, the Adom Queen baring her neck
"Azalia!" Someone calling out her name made Azalia turn around, her face instantly breaking into a smile as her eyes landed on her friend. "Esther." She hugged the Kesef princess. "I'm so glad you came." She was the person she had been looking forward to seeing again the most among all the guests, after her mother, of course. "Me, too." Esther held her tight before letting her go so that they could look at each other. "I missed you." She smiled at Azalia. She looked gorgeous in a silver dress that hugged her body just right. It made her eyes stand out even more. "Writing letters is not the same as seeing each other." "I agree." Azalia sighed. Writing to each other was better than nothing, but it didn't allow them to talk about private things and paled compared to a real conversation face to face. That's why Azalia was overjoyed that Esther had come for her coronation. They were at the banquet hall right now. All the people who held a high status in the Adom Kingdom were mingling wi
Amos led Azalia throughout the Adom castle until they arrived in a spacious room, linked to the largest balcony Azalia had ever seen. There stood Melech, the members of the High Council next to him.They were all dressed in gorgeous outfits that looked extremely expensive. They were representing the Adom Kingdom and so had to make a good impression. Yael's dress, especially, was impressive. It was black with golden accents, and almost rivalled Azalia's red dress...But Azalia was more beautiful and everyone knew it, that's why she didn't blame Yael for trying to look her best. It also helped that Yael had gifted her a dragony egg for her marriage with Melech. The egg hadn't hatched yet, but Azalia couldn't wait to meet the baby dragony growing inside it. She already knew that she would care for it dearly.Her mother, Queen Astera, was there as well. One of her counsellors was accompanying her. As the Lavan Queen and, more importantly, as Azalia's mother, she was allowed to stand with t
Azalia couldn't believe that today was the day she would be crowned Queen of the Adom Kingdom. She had always known she would become Queen one day, but she had thought she would be the Queen of the Lavan Kingdom, not of the Adom Kingdom. Not that she minded, on the contrary. The Adom Kingdom was the most powerful in the land, and she knew she would always hold an important status in the Lavan Kingdom no matter what happened. With Melech by her side as the Adom King, she had everything she could ever ask for. "How do you feel, princess?" Temira asked her while brushing her hair. "Are you excited?" She was making sure Azalia would look her best for her coronation. It was important since people coming from all over the land would be there to see her. "I'm a little nervous but mostly excited, yes," She answered her friend and attendant. It was only natural she would feel some stress before such a big event. She couldn't afford to mess anything up. "I'm sure everything will go well," T
Azalia felt her heart race inside her chest as she looked at the Lavan escort approaching the Adom castle. It was constituted of several soldiers and a few servants, the Lavan Queen herself as well as two of her advisors leading the way. Azalia could also recognize the Lavan general Barak following them, but she didn't pay him any mind as all of her attention was fully focused on Queen Astera. "Mother!" She ran to her as soon as the Lavan Queen got off her horse. "Azalia." They exchanged a hug in front of everyone, neither of them caring about proper manners at the moment. They hadn't seen each other in so long. "My treasure." Queen Astera's voice slightly wavered as she held her daughter close to her. "I missed you. It's so good to see you." "Me, too." Azalia was close to tears. Only years of training prevented her from crying in front of so many people, but being back in her mother's arms was making her feel too emotional for words. She wasn't a little girl anymore, but her mother
"Congratulations on your marriage, princess," Yaakov told Azalia as they walked into the council room together. It had been hard to convince Azalia to leave her bed with Melech, but she had relented in the end. She couldn't in good conscience miss one of the meetings of the High Council, especially not when the main subject would be her coronation. Still, she wished she and Melech had had a little more time alone... "Thank you, Yaakov." She smiled at the Adom counsellor. "Your gift was amazing." She didn't forget to thank him for the unicorn's tears he had gifted her and Melech for their union during their sacred ceremony. "I can't believe you didn't keep them for yourself." It was a priceless gift, one that Azalia would have never let go of. "Nonsense." Yaakov shook his head. "Those tears were meant for someone as important as you and the King." He was smirking as he said that, and so Azalia fondly rolled her eyes in response. "Such pretty lies." He was obviously trying to flatter
Melech helped Azalia wash after their sexy time in the bathtub. He started with washing her face and then her hair, making sure to use the right products to not damage her natural waves. He then washed the rest of her body, from her arms to her legs, and even went as far as to rub her feet with some special lotions. Azalia loved it. Temira and Shai were usually the ones to take care of her when she took a bath, but having her husband do it instead felt amazing. The amount of care Melech was using when touching her body was heart-warming. It made her feel special and loved, affection for Melech swelling inside her chest. "My turn." She said once Melech had finished washing her. She wanted to take care of him, too. And she also didn't want to miss an occasion of putting her hands all over Melech's body. It was too sexy for words. "Turn around. I'll start with your back." She said and Melech obeyed without any complaints. Azalia spent several minutes applying soap to his nape, shoulde
"Come here, little princess." Melech cautiously pulled Azalia into the bath with him, placing her against his strong chest. Azalia settled between Melech's legs and let out a content sigh at the sensation of the warm water surrounding her body. She felt a little sore after their first time having sex last night, and felt grateful for the warm bath. It relaxed her aching muscles and helped with her soreness, even if just a little. It was late morning. Melech had woken her up with loving kisses all over her face and body, before carrying her to their bathroom. Azalia loved how gentle he was with her. Their first time had been amazing, both passionate and intimate at the same time, although quite intense, too. Not that Azalia was complaining about it, on the contrary. "How are you feeling?" Melech asked her. He was gently rubbing her hips with his hands, trying to soothe any aches she could feel. The soft gesture made Azalia relax even further, her blue eyes closing in pure bliss. She
Melech claimed Azalia's lips with his own as soon as they were back in their private quarters. "Melech." The Lavan princess moaned as Melech kissed her passionately. They had hurried back to their quarters as soon as the sacred ceremony had finished. They had barely heard the members of the High Council congratulate them on their union, the two lovers way too impatient to pay them any mind. Finally, after months of torturous wait, they could go all the way together. "Are you already wet?" Melech smirked as he touched Azalia's intimate parts through her clothes. The question made her blush a little, a small gasp leaving her lips when Melech rubbed her vulva from on top of the fabric. "Yes." She had no other choice but to admit. She was already wet just from a simple kiss. Her whole body was burning up with desire for her husband. Melech felt a smirk tug at his lips as pride swelled inside him. He leaned in, letting his hot breath brush against Azalia's skin as he murmured right into