All Chapters of THE TYRANT'S BABY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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 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 15: Because of YouAmaris felt like she was floating in a fog, drifting between the edges of consciousness. Then, a soft, worried voice began to pierce through the haze."...Amaris... Amaris... please, wake up... the king..."The voice trembled with urgency, and even in her unconscious state, Amaris' mind began to spin, grasping at the words. The mention of the king sent a jolt of fear through her. The king? Did he do something to Rosalind?A sudden surge of adrenaline pushed her from the depths of her slumber. Her eyelids fluttered, her breath quickened as panic seized her heart. She forced herself awake, gasping as her eyes snapped open, searching wildly for Rosalind."Rosalind? Where is she? What has he done?" Amaris mumbled, her voice hoarse as she tried to sit up, her vision still blurred from the lingering exhaustion. Her body screamed in pain, but her concern for her friend overpowered it.As the room slowly came into focus, Amaris realized she was not in danger, and Ro

Chapter 17: Mission AccomplishedAmaris shifted restlessly in the king's large bed, her mind tangled in the remnants of sleep. She was disoriented, feeling unusually warm and trapped beneath layers of clothing and blankets. "Ugh... it's hot, damn it... what's with these clothes...?" she mumbled, fumbling with the fabric of her dress, trying to pull it away from her body as if it were suffocating her.Her movements stirred Alaric, who had unknowingly drifted off to sleep beside her. He was now half-awake, groggily processing her frustrated mumbling. His eyes barely opened, but as he felt her squirming beside him, a sense of possessiveness flickered in his sleepy mind. Without thinking, he wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him."Shh..." he hushed softly, his deep voice filled with a warmth and tenderness that he rarely showed. Still half-asleep, he instinctively leaned in, gently blowing a soft stream of air against the back of her neck, hoping to calm her dow

Chapter 19: The ChaseAlaric woke at dawn to find the bed cold and empty on the other side. The warmth of Amaris's presence has already become a fading memory. A chuckle escaped his lips as he slowly sat up, the blanket slipping away to reveal a small mark of their union—bloodstains on the sheets, undeniable proof that he had been her first. A surge of satisfaction coursed through him as he breathed in deeply, the scent of her still lingering in the air.He rose from the bed, stretching and let the sunlight pour into the room. The light illuminated the remnants of their night together. With a new sense of motivation, he began preparing.Meanwhile, Amaris paced back and forth beside her bed, chewing nervously on the tip of her finger as her mind raced. Rosalind stirred from the bed next to hers, rubbing her eyes before blinking at her friend. "Amaris? Good morning. What's wrong? You seem troubled," she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.Amaris froze for a moment before quickly s