Owen lay peacefully on the bed, sleeping like a baby. A smile crept onto Zephyris' face as he gazed at Owen's lips.
"You're like a sleeping beauty right now," he slurred his words, running together, and touched Owen's nose and then his lips.
"He belongs to us, but you still hesitate to touch and sniff him. He reminds you of him, doesn't he?" The voice in his head laughed.
"Soon, the others will hear the news, and then he might catch wind of it," the voice continued.
"That's enough, Ze. I won't harm him as long as he bears my heir. I'll release him from here. Until then, we need to help him accept us." Just then, Owen opened his eyes and stared at Zephyris, whose hand was on his cheek.
Zephyris immediately withdrew his hand. "Awake, go take your bath, breakfast is ready," Zeph said before leaving the room.
"What was that?" he thought as he touched his face. "To think this man likes me to the point of marriage is fishy. Don't you think that, Indigo?" he asked the fairy, waiting for her response.
But none was heard. Owen sighed as he shook his head. "She disappeared again. Maybe breaking her wings will be okay," Owen thought.
"I can hear you, actually," Indigo said, sitting on the stool beside the mirror.
"Then you weren't replying to me," he whispered.
"I didn't feel like replying to you, you see," Indigo exclaimed quickly.
"Oh, okay. What a waste. Not that you're important anyway, just somewhat useless," Owen blurted as he got out of bed and stretched.
He decided to try snapping his fingers like Zephyris, hoping that maybe some maids would come in. Immediately, he snapped his middle and thumb fingers, but no one appeared.
"Silly me..."
"Your Highness, you called," a maid interjected, bowing her head. "Your bath is ready, and the water is at the perfect temperature."
Owen was a bit surprised and nodded in confirmation that he had heard her.
He then followed the maid to the bathroom, got into the bathtub, and soaked himself for more than twenty minutes, playing with the water.
Just then a knock came from the door, but no voice came afterwards and Owen was too lazy to say anything but ignored it. "So sleepy,"
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Fluttering his brown eyelashes, he rubbed his eyes and stretched his hands, letting out a low groan. "How did I end up here?" Owen's voice was filled with confusion as he took in the unfamiliar room.
"And why am I completely naked?"
The room was dimly lit, adorned with sensual paintings and scattered wine bottles. It was clear that this wasn't his room.
Suddenly, a naked man materialized in front of him, causing Owen to gasp and quickly shield himself with the bedsheets.
"Damn, he's so big down there," Owen thought, feeling a rush of heat to his cheeks.
"Why are you still standing there naked, Your Highness? Please cover yourself," Owen stammered, avoiding eye contact.
"I thought I told you to drop the formalities. But it seems you enjoy teasing me," Zephyris smirked, closing the distance between them.
"Why don't you call me by my name, then I might wear my clothes," Zephyris purred, his eyes smoldering with desire.
Owen felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks as he gazed at Zephyris, his body responding to the seductive aura emanating from the king. It was clear that Zephyris intended to play with him in the most tantalizing way possible.
"Okay," Owen breathed, his voice laced with anticipation.
"Go on, say my name," Zephyris teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Ehm… Zephy~ris," Owen whispered, the sound of his name on Owen's lips sending a shiver down Zephyris' spine.
"Now, can you put some clothes on?" Owen stammered, trying to regain his composure.
But before Owen could react, Zephyris closed the distance between them, capturing Owen's lips in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless and craving more.
Owen's eyes widened in shock as Zephyris gently tilted his chin and nibbled on his lower lip, teasing him with a playful yet seductive touch.
The sensation of their lips meeting sent a wave of desire coursing through Owen's veins, igniting a fire within him that he never knew existed.
The kiss was soft yet intense, a perfect blend of passion and longing that left Owen breathless and craving more. It was intoxicating, like getting drunk.
Right now he could smell blood, roses, wine, and woods from this man.
He wanted more of his kiss, he later wrapped his hands around his neck, this time Owen wanted to take charge as their tongues intertwined in a sensual dance.
But Zephyris wouldn't let him, he pressed deeper, deepening the kiss and nibbled Owen's upper lip, sending shivers down Owen's body as he could feel Zephyris' naked body.
In that moment, Owen lost his breath in the intoxicating warmth of Zephyris' mouth.
It was a kiss that ignited a fire between them, a raw display of their intense desire for each other.
Just as Zephyris was about to strip off the bed sheets covering Owen, a sudden knock interrupted them, followed by a voice.
"Your Highness, Lady Zephyria and Lady Ashley are waiting for you. Lady Ashley is on her way here as we speak."
They quickly pulled away from each other, Zephyris feigning innocence as Owen's neck and earlobes flushed with embarrassment.
Don't say a word!" Owen immediately interjected, "I'll join you for breakfast," he added without looking at Zephyris.
Zephyris frowned slightly. "No, we'll go together. And your clothes are already prepared for you," he muttered, smiling.
"Come, I'll help you get dressed and comb your hair," Zephyris said seductively as he licked his lips.
"But Your Highness," Owen started, but seeing Zephyris's frown, he gulped. "I mean, Zephyris, you have guests, you shouldn't worry yourself," he muttered nervously.
Zephyris grinned and chuckled, "Don't be shy, I've seen a lot. Your ass is perfect, and I won't repeat myself. Come, I'll help you with your hair," he smirked, leaving Owen shocked.
"Does it mean he is the one who brought me here? Did he do anything to my body?" he asked himself as he glared at Zephyris.
"Don't worry, I did nothing," Zephyris said as if reading his mind.
Owen sighed and wrapped himself with the bedsheets as he got out of bed.
"No," Zephyris said, stopping Owen in his tracks.
"Huh?"
"My palace, my rules. You must obey. Now unwrap yourself and come to me," he ordered, and Owen shivered in fear.
'I didn't sign up for this. Why the hell should I do that?' he thought to himself.
"Are you coming or not? Don't upset me," Zephyris's voice sounded cold and almost heartless this time.
Owen sighed, slowly let the sheet fall, and walked towards where Zephyris was sitting.
Tapping on his lap, he smiled and ordered, "Sit." Owen had no choice but to comply and did as he was told, sitting on his lap.
Zephyris took a comb and began to slowly comb Owen White's long hair, enjoying himself.
"Your eyes should be on the mirror," he smirked, and Owen obediently followed his instruction without protest.
"Always remember, Owen, you are my possession. You belong to me, and you will do as I ask without hesitation," Zephyris said coldly, surprising Owen with his sudden change in demeanor.
After a brief moment of friendliness and a kiss, Zephyris turned cold upon hearing about the arrival of two ladies. Owen wondered if something was wrong.
"Yes, Your Highness," Owen replied with his head bowed.
"Remember what I said about lowering your head. Do not do it again," Zephyris said irritably.
"Get dressed and join me for breakfast," he finally instructed before leaving without any clothes on his body.
"Did I do something wrong? Or is there something I am unaware of?" Owen pondered to himself with a sigh.