A shiver ran down her spine as she saw the unmistakable hunger in his eyes.
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King Rick sat on his throne, addressing the nobles who lined up to greet him and present their extravagant gifts. But his attention wasn't on them. It was on her. Ignoring the rest of the guests, he rose and strode toward her with purpose.
The crowd parted to leave him a way, murmurs of confusion and intrigue filling the air. Roulan stood frozen, unsure whether to flee or face him. Before she could decide, he stopped mere inches from her, his towering frame making her feel small and vulnerable.
'Wake up Arona, he's just a king you can handle him,'she darkened her gazed on him.
"You said you'd compensate me, " he declared, his voice low enough that only she could hear, she swallowed her saliva. His lips curled into a faint, mischievous smile.
"Tell me, Miss Roulan Flack, how do you plan to do that? I am the king. I already own everything in this kingdom."
The playful arrogance in his tone made her heart race, but his words sent her mind reeling. How was she supposed to respond? What could she possibly say to a man like him?
Taking a shaky step forward, Roulan met his sharp gaze, her voice trembling yet steady. "You may own everything, Your Majesty, but there's one thing you lack—someone like me. And from the look in your eyes, I'd say I've already claimed your heart."
Her audacity stunned him. This wasn't the timid, powerless woman he thought she was. No, this was someone entirely different—a bold, cunning woman who had just turned his world upside down.
'Is it possible that the rumors that she lost her mind after her father's death is true, ' King Rick's hand lifted, gently tilting her chin upward. His touch was electric, sending waves of heat through her body. Roulan felt paralyzed, unsure whether to pull away or lean into him.
For a moment, neither spoke. The air between them crackled with tension, the line between power and vulnerability blurring as they stared into each other's eyes.
"You know where to find me, Your Majesty. Forgive me, I have an emergency,"
Roulan stated, stopping her lips from touching his with her finger. She wasn't surprised that no one seemed to notice their conversation or the subtle movements between them.
"And when you're ready for the world to see what lies between us, I will consider your request,"
she said, brushing her hair behind her ear, deliberately letting the long, brown locks sway near him.
'Damn, how did she know about the magical barrier and the sound-dampening field I placed around us? You continue to surprise me, Roulan Flak.'
He clenched his fist as he stared at the nobles gathered around him. His elite knights felt the shift in their King's aura. It was the first time they'd seen him use magic like this.
"Hey, why is the king acting like a teenager?"
One of the upper guards said, watching as the king walked towards the balcony overlooking the palace gates. There, he caught a glimpse of Roulan's dress before she climbed into the carriage that sped away.
"Damn it, my heart is still racing. Guards, prepare the convoy. I have urgent business,"
the king declared, biting his lip as he imagined the taste of every inch of Roulan's body. The thrill, after all, was in the struggle before obtaining something so hard to reach, its a feeling he carved for it.
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"You ungrateful girl, where have you been? Didn't Sam tell you that I'm sick? Why haven't you come to save my life? Hurry, damn you, spill your blood on me. It's what you're made to do—heal our wounds. What are you waiting for?"
Her stepmother's voice echoed in her ears. This was a secret known only to the Flak family: "You're the descendant of that outcast woman. You've inherited her cursed blood, capable of healing, but you failed to inherit the destructive magical energy that runs through our family ."
The stepmother's voice grew louder, reaching its highest pitch.
'Ha, she's definitely joking. There's no way I'm hurting myself to heal this ungrateful woman,'
Roulan muttered, glaring at the raging bull in front of her. She was in a good mood after kissing the king. She swore his touch felt like magic.
"If you need a healer, he's outside. I'm certainly not going to bleed for someone like you. No one forced you to use forbidden spells. You need to stop what you're doing."
Roulan had heard that the area around the farm they lived in had seen sightings of black demons. Her stepmother was involved in the appearance of these demons. She was conducting forbidden experiments in the basement, experiments that harmed Roulan physically and mentally, draining her magical energy.
But so far, the knights hadn't managed to catch one.
"How dare you, witch? You're the reason your father died. You made him die of sorrow, burdened by the possession of a useless girl like you!"
Cruel words continued to echo in Roulan's ears.
Roulan stepped back, playing with a lock of her hair slowly. It seemed like her stepmother's body was beginning to wither. It looked as if it was ready to depart soon.
"Get back here, you whore!"
Her stepmother cursed and spat all kinds of bad words at her, but none of them had any effect on Roulan.
Before she could react, someone grabbed her by the arm, slamming her against the wall, his perfume was familiar.
"Ah, you finally arrived, Milano. Take care of her,"
The stepmother spoke slowly, as if she'd lost her ability to speak. Who was this man? She had never seen him before.
[Name: Milano Bipack
Type: Hybrid Vampire
Relationship : Magical Conduit
Number of exchanged kisses: 14,568 kisses
Note:
No sexual contact, only light teasing.]
"Fuck,"
When Roulan saw that screen, she felt like the life of the body's owner was in hell.