It was midnight, the sun has already set, the whole outer realm quiet and the king hasn't arrived yet.
Elara was sitting with sleep and worry etched in her. Her mind has been running a hundred miles per minute.
She has never stripped in front anyone before, she's no saint and immediately the king sees—...
She never thought she would be the king's consort talk less of having to perform such an act.
The king just barges in disrupting her thought process.
He stood by the door glancing at her with so much disdain. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"Because I was waiting for you" Elara said as a matter of factly. The king was clearly not pleased with her answer.
"Are you dumb or stubborn?" Elara stands up, staying close to him.
"What did you just call me?" Out was the courtesy Elara spent whole night learning but she couldn't take disrespect lying down.
The king stood to his full height looking at her down his nose.
"Didn't it process to your brain that I purposely didn't come early because I didn't want to see your ugly face"
"Oh my face is ugly huh?" The king nods and Elara huffs out a condescending breath.
"Well what about you, the one who constantly covers his face with a mask, talk about inferiority complex"
"You better watch your tongue" the king point at her and Elara grips his finger, pushing it down.
"Or what? You'll glare me to death" her brows raised as if daring him to do so.
"It seems you've forgotten your manners"
"Oh no, they're still here, it's just that I kept them somewhere so that I can teach a certain someone a lesson"
"That certain someone you're referring to is your king" Elara points to the closed door.
"As long as that door's closed, you're absolutely nobody" she pokes his chest.
"No power, no title, nothing" she tries to reach for his face but he twisted her arm, turning her around.
"I'd think twice before doing that again" he growls near her ears with her back pressed to his front.
Elara was supposed to stay quiet but she doesn't know what kind of profound confidence that came over her.
She turns around and speaks. "Or what? There's nothing you'd do that'll surprise me" she spoke, her lips feathering his.
Elara felt a warm pool in her belly, but she stayed put. She was never one to be interested in sex since when she was forced into it.
The king seethes mad at himself that her stubbornness is making him think with his nether region.
He pushes her off his body before she takes note of his bulging dick. "Go to sleep"
Elara stood confused and relieved. This means she won't have to be vulnerable in front of him.
The king mistook her awkward stance as disappointment. "Or did you think you'd stand a chance with me?"
"Oh please, you're not even my type?" She turns around removing the heavy ornaments placed on her head.
The king wanted to just get out and act like this never happened but he took the bait.
"Oh really, then who's your type? Lowly tribute men…like you?" He stands an inch in Elara's personal space.
"No, a man with this—" her index finger pushes to his heart. "And this—" she raises her hand to his face again when she stops.
Elara first felt the coolness before realising the cold thing pressed to her throat is a knife.
The king had his knife to her throat but Elara could only look at his eyes. They weren't void like before, they shone.