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The Lord's Desire

He vowed to never touch a woman, to never let any desire rule his logic. For many years, it was easy to remain disciplined. Until she came, the personification of his darkest nightmare. “I thought you didn't like me?” she uttered in silence. He could clearly see in that dimly lit room how her lips curved up. “I don’t,” he replied coldly. “Then why,” she stepped forward. “could you not help to leave when you saw me in the King’s arms?” He fell silent, throwing her a lethal look. “And I’m sure you know what he did is nothing compared to what he can do on our wedding night. Imagine him doing all those things to me—” And he snapped. Towering over her like a predator cornering his prey, he pinned her on the wall at the darkest corner of that room. “You,” he uttered silently as he breathed against her lips. “don’t provoke a creature from hell, Rose.” *** A woman living in her nightmares. Melrose is destined to marry the king. It’s not her choice, but to marry the most powerful man in their kingdom is the best the world could offer a lady who needs a man. Everything is going as planned. Until the king's cousin, Reed Knight, the dark and brooding lord comes into her life unannounced. The man hates her every action, her every word, her every look. How could she not care? But her simple curiosity toward his hostility turns into something else… something too dangerous for their own good. As a woman haunted by her dark past, seeking for light, will she find refuge in the darkness? Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

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Pissed off

Patience, Elena. Patience. You would eventually get through this hurdle and reach your goal. Think about the mission. Think about the death you promised him.

"Fine. Tell me," I said impatiently and unwillingly.

"First," he walked past me and went to sit on the huge stone. "We should think an appropriate story for our first meeting. Any suggestion?"

"Why do we need to waste time thinking of a good story? Let's just say we met in the market, tavern, or bordello."

He winced at the last word I mentioned.

"Bordello? Do you think I go to that kind of place? My relatives know me, Elena. They know I don't visit bordellos. And what would that make of you? They would surely think that you are a whore or entertainer in the bordello."

The hell I care what they think of me. But I did not voice that out because I'm sure he would just remind me of our damn deal.