Shira has become queen. But her life isn't as ideal, as you'd expect it to be with her falling in love with Sepher, the king's right-hand man. After killing her brother and the dark queen, she's acquired two curses, the outcome being death. Shira at...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Shira twists to glance at me, welcoming me with a smile. "You look beautiful."
"So do you."
She takes ahold of my hand and sighs. "Let's go."
• Shira
In the heart of a bustling kingdom, we made our way to the grand ball, walking through the palace, the villages, and enchanted niches. We ultimately arrived at the grand ballroom where everything came alive.
My sights were placed on my husband, as he celebrated the triumph of Astrea with the rest of the Lords, causing a grin to form on my face. At least his happy. My feet descend the steps in the Golden ballroom, my eyes meeting Sepher, whose eyes couldn't help but meet mine.
Kallias wanders around, leaving me alone, and a familiar scent brings me out of my head.
"Your Majesty."
My head turns and am greeted by Sepher. "May I have the pleasure of carrying out this dance?"
He holds his hand, lingering for me to take it. And here I was thinking, he'd avoid me. A slight smile forms on my lips, and my hand falls into his. Allowing him to glide me alongside the ballroom.
It was the place where dreams were born, and love stories unfolded under the dazzling chandeliers. Kallias' eyes brightened, as my eyes slightly turned to view my husband's loud banter, who hadn't even noticed I arrived.
My legs swayed alongside Sepher's moving as he moved. "I'm surprised you didn't avoid me."
"Believe me the thought transpired."
Sepher softly chuckles, causing my mouth to widen, as my movements continue to gracefully follow his. With each step, I took he followed, his eyes staring deep into mine. Admiring me. "People will stare."
"I don't care."
"This is wrong.", I continue, arching my brow, waiting for his response.
"I don't care."
A chuckle falls from my lips. As each step I took seemed to ignite sparks of joy in his eyes. "I can't stay away anymore, princess."
What? What does he even suggest?
My feet twirled across the dance floor, my eyes still on his. Our gazes locked as my body fell into his arms.
We danced together under the dangling lights our bodies moving in perfect harmony with each other and with our souls.
The final night of the season's ball arrived, and the music was brought to a halt, loud applause meeting our ears, as everyone continued to celebrate. Sepher grabs hold of my hand, conveying me to the grassland. "What?!"
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
Abruptly Sepher snatched my dress, tightening his grip, and bringing me closer. His lips collided with mine, as he kissed me passionately, his hands moved to my waist as the kiss deepened from his defined jaw to his soft locs, and then— then, I sighed as if I wasn't already out of breath. I know! that— no, no.
No, no way!
I cannot be enjoying this. I'm married. I'm married to the king! This is wrong. "What?", Sepher asks, once he realises I stop. Another sigh falls from my lips. But if so wrong, why does it feel so right?
I remove my gown while my eyes remain fixed on Sepher. "Are you sure?" he asks. I nod my head in response as the gown falls to the ground. We'd been passionately kissing for ten minutes, breathless, as our eyes remained locked on each other.
We moved into the lake, and he kissed my neck. I threw my head back, gasping at how good it felt. He started kissing my arm, making his way towards my waist, lower and lower, my eyes closed. "Does it feel good?", he asked. I nodded, as a moan escaped my lips. "Fuck!" I started moaning louder, and Sepher moved back up to kiss my lips, he pulled me close, our bodies colliding with each other. Oh My God!
• Later
As I scrubbed myself in the lake, my body moved roughly. "Weirdly, you're just watching me," I said.
A chuckle fell from Sepher's lips. My legs leap out of the lake, as they move towards Sepher, giving him a sharp peck on the lips. I arrange my dress back on. "Can I ask you something?"
Sepher nods. A sigh falls from my lips. Please don't get enraged. "Promise me, you won't get irate?"
His eyebrows raise, as a subtle sarcastic grin forms on his lips. "Depends."
"Has anyone ever been potent[powerful] enough to bring an individual back to life?"
Sepher's gaze sways. "I truly hope you're not conversing about Damian."
"Sepher."
"Promise me, you aren't trying to bring Damian back to life?", he declares. How could he possibly know that?
