All Chapters of HATING HER KING: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"What does it matter?" Brand looked up from the newspaper, a rare softness in his eyes. "She is to be your wife and queen. Who am I to oppose?" He lifted his teacup as though toasting. "Well said, brother. Yet, king or not, there is still the tradition you must follow. A king still must ask for the hand of the lady he wishes to marry.""I am aware of that, Brand as I am at the helm of tradition. I have already sent a carriage to bring Lord Fitzgerald to me.""That is good. And what does Lady Fitzgerald think of this arrangement?" Alexander managed to avoid eye contact. Brand tsked. "She is unaware of it for the moment?""She is unaware, but not for long. I shall speak with her soon." As soon as she was through with her fits. He added grimly.Brand raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I would say I am surprised, but that would be a great lie. I had expected it and you did not disappoint.""You have no faith in me?""On the contrary, I have the greatest faith in you." He fol

Gwen stared into his dark blue eyes, aware that they were alone in the clearing, as they had been in the piano room last night and every time he had kissed her. She instantly recalled how his lips had tasted, how his hands had felt under her dress, and how it had made her feel almost… almost liberated."Guinevere?" Alexander suddenly called.Gwen nearly jumped out of her skin. "What?""Sit." He lay on his back. "Or you could lie down.""Why should I? I don't think I should." She was flushed, her breathing uneven and her heart refusing to cease its errant beating. She felt as one who had been caught committing a horrible crime. What had she been thinking?"Would you rather stay on your feet?" Hands behind his head, he gave her a quizzical look. "What are you thinking?""Nothing!" She answered almost immediately and somehow she felt he was aware. "Nothing." She reiterated.He kept his gaze on her for a moment. When he smiled, her suspicions were confirmed. "Guinevere, I will not gobble

Suddenly, she jerked. With haste, she took his hand and placed it on the swell of her stomach where he felt their child move. She laughed, and he was in awe. Many times he had felt the baby move, but each time was as enchanting as the woman who sat beside him, her eyes shining, her lips laughing."It will always remain a wonder." He said."Indeed, it will."Slowly, her smile faded, but her gaze on him remained steadfast and brave. He held it. Soonest her eyes softened even more, if that were possible, and she blinked.He swallowed hard, his other hand drifting across her cheek. "I do not know how I can keep my promise if you continue to look at me like this." He murmured."Like what?" Beth's voice was low, her lips beautiful and challenging.His eyes darkened. "Like you are now, with so much invitation."Charles's hand remained on her stomach and her hand tightened over his. "I am with child, Charles, not ill.""You remain fragile and greatly so." He insisted gently, bringing her hand

Gwen frowned at the unyielding maid, wishing she could throw her out of her bedchamber. She no longer cared for civility or the expected decorum of her relationship with them. The happenings of the past days had frayed her patience and resolve.It had been two days since she made the decision to escape Mainecroft Castle, and the thought of staying any longer filled her with dread. When Gwen had first arrived, she had thought she could survive the castle long enough until Alexander tired of her and sent her away, but she was no more sure of herself. Mainecroft castle was becoming a pleasant prison she could no longer endure. She was determined to leave, no matter the obstacles, and the maid's overbearing attitude was just one more impediment she was desperate to overcome."I do not want to eat with the King or with Lady Farrington. To be true, I do not want to eat at all." Her eyes darted between Paula, the other maids and the small pile of clothes she had gathered and hurriedly hid wh

A tremor passed through her. Beth had once confided in her about how Lord Carlisle's kiss made her feel as though everything was right with the world. She finally understood. The madness, the ecstasy that could leave anyone breathless and wanting more.Her heart pounded wildly, threatening to leap out of her chest, and her lungs seemed to have forgotten how to draw air. She was engulfed in turmoil, and the only one who could rescue her was the very same person responsible for her madness.Alexander's left hand slid to the nape of her neck, impossibly pulling her even closer while his other hand began to lift her dress. She was acutely aware of what was happening, yet simultaneously distracted. His kiss was all she could think of, until she felt his fingers between her thighs.Gwen gasped, breaking their kiss. "What… what are you doing?" Her words were incoherent, but she believed he understood her."Helping to alleviate your ache." He replied, his voice a low murmur as he again began