DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND VIVID IMAGERY!!
The doors creaked open.
Serenya stepped inside—and froze instantly.
Prince Kaelen sat at the head of the table, completely at ease… like a king in his natural domain.
He was shirtless.
Candlelight danced across his bare skin, highlighting every sharp line of his body.
Three women surrounded him.
One was seated on his lap, pressed close against him, her fingers trailing slowly across his chest as if she had done it a thousand times before.
Another moved nearby, her body swaying in slow, deliberate motions—every step calculated… hypnotic.
The third leaned in close, feeding him, her touch lingering just a second too long each time.
Kaelen just sat admist them with his aloof expression . He didn't react or even acknowledge how it looked. As if this was nothing out of the ordinary.
Serenya stood rooted to the spot, her expression tightening.
Disgust rose in her chest.
What the hell is this…?!
"Your Highness," Levai called out
"Your wife is here."
Kaelen's gaze finally lifted and his eyes locked on serenya's
Serenya gave him a sharp glare.
Levai leaned slightly toward Serenya, his voice dropping into a quiet whisper.
"Good luck, Your Highness. Try not to kill him while I'm gone"
He chuckled slightly before he turned and walked out
The doors shut behind him.
Serenya couldn't help but glare at Kaelen.
What kind of insult is this?!
Did he call her all the way here just to watch him be entertained by prostitutes?!
Kaelen stared at Serenya, his eyes slowly studying her.
The woman on his lap noticed the shift in his attention.
She frowned.
Then, deliberately, she tried to reclaim it.
Her hands slid down from his chest toward his lower abdomen and then his v-line, she unbuckled his belt and was about to unzip his trousers but—
Kaelen moved instantly.
He grabbed her wrist violently and flung her off him.
She hit the ground with a sharp cry.
"Ahhhhh!"
His eyes burned as he looked down at her.
The woman stared up at him, tears welling in her eyes as she winced in pain.
"Your Majesty, ple—"
"Get out!" he snapped.
"All of you."
The other two women rushed forward, helping her up. Without another word, they hurried out—though the one he threw shot Serenya a glare on her way past.
Then—
Silence.
Now, it was just the two of them.
The atmosphere tensed as their eyes locked in on each other
A few seconds passed before—
"Come here."
His voice was low. Husky.
Serenya's hands tightened at her sides.
What does he want now… after placing me in the same room as those sluts??!!
She inhaled slowly.
Calm down, Serenya
She exhaled.
Then, reluctantly, she walked toward him.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," she said, bowing slightly.
"How may I be of service?"
The words felt bitter in her mouth.
"Strip and feed me."
Serenya stood frozen.
His words echoed in her mind.
'Strip… and feed me'
For a moment, she thought she had misheard him.
Her chest tightened.
A wave of humiliation crashed into her so suddenly, it almost made her dizzy.
'I, Serenya… crowned Princess of Ariathen… reduced to this??'
Her fingers curled slowly at her sides.
'After everything… after losing my soldiers… after being dragged into this cursed kingdom. I should strip and feed you??!!'
"With all due respect your majesty. I am your wife, not your servant!"
She paused
"You cannot expect me to—"
"Expect?"
He cut her off.
The word rolled off his tongue slowly, almost amused.
Kaelen leaned got off from his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. Then stood when he was just a centimeter away from him
"Let me make something clear to you, Princess."
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
"But you will learn very quickly—"
He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow against the arm of the chair, his eyes darkening.
"In Veyr… you don't get to decide what you will or won't do."
The air in the room seemed to tighten.
His gaze flicked over her once more—slow, deliberate.
"As for 'wife'…" he continued, almost lazily.
"That title means nothing to me."
A pause.
Then—
"You are here because you are useful."
The words landed like a blade.
"And right now…" his voice dropped lower,
"you will do exactly as I say."
He turned away from her as if the matter was already settled and walked back to his seat, lowering himself into it with effortless calm.
"I need not repeat myself. Do as you're told"
Serenya balled her fists so hard that her knuckles turned white
For a moment, she couldn't move.
His words pressed down on her like chains.
For a moment, she couldn't move.
His words pressed down on her like chains.
Do as you're told…??!
Her chest rose sharply.
Who does he think he is…???!
Anger surged through her veins—hot, blinding and suffocating.
She was Serenya.
Princess of Ariathen.
Raised among nobles.
And now—
Reduced to this.
Her nails dug into her palms.
No…
Her pride screamed at her to refuse.
But just as quickly, her cruel reality struck her .
Her soldiers were dead.
Her kingdom was far away.
And the man before her…
Held all the power.
Her fists slowly loosened.
Her shoulders dropped slightly.
A shaky breath left her lips as her hands held the edge of her gown and slowly she took it off and flung it infront of him. She loosened her braids and left it to fall on her exposed chest.
Slowly she walked towards him, her eyes never leaving his. Her hips saying with each movement. Upon reaching him, she grabbed the steak and wine goblet on the table. Then mirroring what she saw the lady doing, she sat on his laps....her breast in full contact with his bare chest. Yet still she stared at him.
Normally she would've refused this but she agreed to this marriage to protect her kingdom and what her mother left behind. Her father had already told her that the Veyrs were hiding something. That everything about them is a mystery, especially this prince. To survive this union, she has no choice but to play by his terms just enough to win him over and gather the necessary information that she needs.
Until then....
She has to be his perfect wife
She grabbed a spoonful of the steak and took it towards his lips
"Open wide your majesty..." She said with a smile.