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“Roken, I couldn’t bear the thought of him taking your life,” I breathed, pressing myself so closely against him that I could hear the steady beat of his heart in his chest.
“You fought well, my sweet girl. I’m proud of you,” he murmured.
“How did you free yourself from his magic? He had said he could have killed you with a snap of his wrist, that that’s all it would take to end you. He would have spared you had I gone with him,” I explained, feeling a bit shy.
“There was no need for your sacrifice. The seer granted us one last miracle,” he answered.
I breathed a sigh of shaky relief. “Thank you, seer,” I whispered.
His hand splayed across my lower back, pulling me against him even more firmly than I thought possible. I wound my arms around his neck, and he lifted me off the ground. Gently, he pressed his lips against my forehead, kissing me softly. Warmth spread through my limbs, chasing away the ache of battle in an instant.
He carried me all the way back to the swimming hole, where he carefully disrobed me and dipped me beneath the warm water. With a tender touch, he wiped away the blood and sweat that peppered my aching flesh. His fingertips massaged my scalp, causing tendrils of pleasure to race through my body at his rough touch. I gasped, enjoying every moment before he laid me down in the shallow end of the pool to see to my clothing.
I watched as he swept his hands over my gown, cleaning it with magic as I soaked in the pool. When he was finished, he disrobed and joined me in the water, cleaning himself in the process. I enjoyed the sight of his naked form, from the rounded globes of his ass to the chiseled plane of his chest as he moved around me.
He gathered me in his arms and pressed his lips to mine, taking me in a gentle kiss that left my head reeling. He took my breath away in that moment, and I knew that we were meant to be.
Forever.
* * *
One week later
The time had finally come.
Roken’s curse had been broken. It no longer held him back from his rightful place as king.
I stood on the massive overlook at the top level of Ironpeak’s castle where there was a magnificent tree nestled amidst ancient stone structures, its branches reaching skyward like a crown of lush splendor. Its bark was weathered and gnarled with the weight of centuries. Leaves of vibrant green adorned its boughs, while delicate blossoms burst forth like stars scattered among the foliage.
I looked out at the vast expanse of rolling hills and fertile valleys, a panorama of breathtaking vistas that stretched as far as the eye could see. The land below, dotted with settlements and cultivated fields, unfolded like a tapestry of life and prosperity. Rivers meandered through the landscape, glistening like ribbons of silver, their gentle currents nurturing the surrounding flora and fauna. The air carried the scent of wildflowers, and the earthy perfume of the forest. The sunlight danced upon the fields, casting a golden glow on the land.
Helheim’s army had been pushed back in the days since our return. Scouts had returned to inform us that the rift has temporarily mended, but the magic holding it closed was tenuous at best. We were safe from the Dark King for now.
It was time for a long overdue celebration.
The streets teemed with life, vibrant with colors and the hum of animated conversations. Decorations adorned every corner, vivid banners fluttering in the breeze, while flowered garlands lined the doorways. The scent of freshly baked bread, aromatic spices, and sweet baked goods wafted from the bustling market stalls. Musicians tuned and played their instruments, their melodies resonating with joyous notes that echoed through the cobblestone streets. Dancers performed along the streets with grace, their movements an intricate celebration of jubilation, captivating the wandering crowd with their skill and exuberance.
Amidst the commotion, a feast fit for royalty was being prepared. Tables groaned under the weight of lavish spreads, an array of delectable dishes and exotic delicacies that represented the diverse regions of the realm. The air was filled with the enticing aroma of roasted meats, fragrant herbs, and spices that infused the dishes with mouthwatering flavors.
The city had come alive for the return of the king.
As the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow upon the white marble city, the people began to line the streets.
Roken emerged from his chambers, dressed in a garment befitting his royal stature. Woven with threads spun from the purest silks and embellished with intricate golden embroidery, his robes exuded an aura of majesty and grandeur. The fabric cascaded in elegant folds, flowing with a fluid grace that emphasized Roken’s commanding presence. The emerald-green hue was vibrant and rich against the golden sash that wound around his waist. Each seam and stitch spoke of meticulous craftsmanship. Intricate patterns of intertwining vines and swirling dragon motifs decorated the robes, their golden threads glinting in the fading sunlight.
His dark green eyes met mine, filled with promise of the night to come. The two of us hadn’t had any time together in the days following our return. There was too much to be done. The remaining segments of Helheim’s army had needed to be dealt with and disposed of. Citizens of the realm needed to be housed and fed. Soldiers needed to be cared for and wounds mended.
There had been no time for us. I swallowed hard, my insides swirling with need at his dark look of desire.
He had told me how exceedingly proud he was of me for how brave I had been in the face of Malachi, but he’d also warned that he was going to show me exactly what would happen if I snuck off on my own like that again.
I bit my lower lip, drawing it in between my teeth with excitement for what was to come.
It wasn’t to be a punishment, but a reminder that I belonged to him in every way, and I was looking forward to it, even if it meant that I was going to spend a significant amount of time begging for mercy before it ended in his bed.
My pussy clenched hard with need, bare beneath my dress simply because Roken had commanded it. His every step emanated with a powerful sense of royalty, his very presence commanding respect as he prepared to take back his crown.
Even Isolde dipped her head in respect towards the both of us. She had stepped down from the throne upon our return, insisting that the rightful king should take the seat.
