LOGIN"Come and seat with me. I do not want to eat alone. I do not want you to go."Lyra turned towards him at the deep baritone of his voice, her heart doing a sommersault.He doesn't want her to go. He wants her to stay with him. "As you wish, Your Highness." She replied hoarsely. She walked back to the dinning table and sat down beside him. He dug into the broth in front of him, scooping it up and into his mouth. She watched him eat, keeping quiet because she knows how much he loves his silence. There was no food in front of her, she wasn't really hungry. Just having this moment to watch him eat was enough to feel whatever hunger in her. She loves him that much. Folding her hands on her laps, she resisted the urge to caress her baby. It's a bad habit she has developed over the past few weeks; touching and caressing her belly in private whenever she's thinking of the King. A bad habit, considering her situation. But, one she couldn't stop. The king raised his head, catching her wat
Lyra reached the King's Quarters and knocked on the door. She waited patiently. "Come in." Came the deep voice of the king. She hasn't heard his voice since the day before, it coursed a shiver down her spine. It made her heart to flutter too. She has it bad for him. It isn't something she doesn't already know, but the knowledgeable never seizes to hurt her. Love is not supposed to soothe and hurt at the same time, but hers does. She opened the door quietly and let herself into his Chambers. He was rolling a well-written scroll up, and dropping his inked pen on the desk. He raised his head and looked at her. "I brought your food, My King." She inclined her head. He gestured his head towards the table without saying a word. She nodded and walked to the small eating table situated at the other side of his Chambers. She cleared the scrolls and parchments on it and began arranging his food methodically. It has been this way in this past few days. He always requests that she
In the evening, Lyra was in her bedroom brushing her hair when Bami walked in. "The king requests that you should be the one to bring his dinner to him in his Chambers." She informed her with a concerned smile. Lyra's heart skipped three beats. "Bami?" The older woman walked closer and took the comb from her. She watched her through the mirror as she ran the comb through her long blonde hair. "My dear?" "I've run out of time." She whispered, her hand caressing her slight bump. "I know." Bami let out a shuddering breath, "I know, Lyra. But, the Heavens are with you. They will guide you." "Courting week ends tomorrow. He wants to spend the night with me." "I know that too. I was thinking, maybe we should go together to tell him about your condition. If I go with you, I might be able to reach him before disaster happens." Lyra swiveled her head and looked up at the older woman. "Maybe." Bami amended. Lyra took a deep breath and turned towards the mirror again. "I don't know wha
Samoa reached her door, Lyra standing beside her. She turned and faced Lyra."I will be going back to my father's kingdom on the morning of the morrow. I will miss seeing you, Lyra.""I will miss seeing you too, Samoa." Lyra shifted on her feet, already tired from standing for too long. "I wish you the best with your Kelvin.""I wish myself luck too. I still have a few weeks with him before the next step to my marriage, when King Ryker will come to ask for my hand." Samoa's lips curved sadly, "I wish a miracle will happen and I'll be with Kelvin instead of King Ryker. But then again, wishes has never been horses.""Yes, it has never been." Lyra echoed, remembering her current situation. She shook her head. "I remember when I was a princess too...""You should never forget something like that, Lyra. You're Royalty. Never forget that you are Royalty. The mistress is going to do everything within her power to get rid of you and your baby. She hates you that much and you will not blame he
The King's Child, she has been trying. She hasn't been able to achieve that. Instead, she carried Andrew's seed inside her. It is a thought she doesn't like remembering. This past few weeks hasn't been good for her, only for Lyra to come and ruin it completely. As being a slave being treated like anything less than an animal she swore to herself that she would never go back there again, And she would have no connection to such stinky life again. When she found out by the new healer uptown, that she is carrying a child, a few thoughts had come to her head. Like pinning the child to the king and getting everything she wants in life. But, it made her very uncomfortable. Not being found out, but carrying something so dirty inside her. Any child that isn't from the king is one she does not want to carry. Over her dead body "LYRA is carrying the King's child. She is pregnant." Scarlett announced in a voice that was deceptively calm. Andrew watched the woman who seated at the
"I saw you and the king that night. In his chambers. On the floor. In each other's arms, asleep." Came the calm reply at last. Lyra didn't have to think hard for the mental image to come. When it did, her blood ran cold. She saw her intimate night with the king. "Oh..." Lyra muttered guiltily. She doesn't know what to say about that. Once a princess herself, she can understand the disrespect Samoa feels. Not to mention the anger and even hurt. Samoa let out a deep breath. "I'm not angry at you. I'm not even hurt, or I would have done something about it these past few weeks." "You aren't?" Lyra asked, uncertain and bewildered. "No, I'm not. Sadly, what I saw made it easier for me to understand a lot of things. I made peace with it." "I don't understand." Samoa turned towards Lyra. Her lips curved a bit, her eyes watching her. All too knowingly. Her seeing gaze unsettled Lyra, but she didn't let it show. The only person who can see her weak and unsettled, is the king.Samoa t
Pulling back and resting the tip of his phallus at her entrance, he slammed into her with so much force she nearly lost her balance. "Aaargh!" She cried out at the pain that seared through her. She felt unbearably full. Lyra squeezed her eyes shut and mentally prepared herself for the persistent
King Ryker was trying to scribble down some new development in the lower market to take to the Royal Accountant on the morrow. The sun has gone down for a while, and everywhere was relatively quiet for the night. But sleep eluded the king Ryker as usual. For the past one week, he hasn't been abl
Lyra has heard less from the king in the past one week. He'd summoned her three times only, and those times, he makes her seat down on the floor beside him and he gives her a brand-new scroll and a well-written parchment. He orders her to rewrite everything in the parchment to the scroll as a wa
King Ryker woke first at the persistent knocking at the door. He noted a lot of things at the same time. Another body pressed against his. The brightness of the day glared hard through the windows. That was when the events of last night floated through his mind. He stared at Lyra. She sleep







