Chapter XXVI: Duty
Despite his exhaustion from the journey and the intensity of his morning with Isabella, the king had no respite awaiting him. Duty called, and he found himself immersed in discussions with noblemen about pressing matters. Summoning his council, he delved into the intricacies of a potential incursion to the Theran Islands—the king had decided the Fire Army would soon sail towards their territory.
As the council meeting progressed, the lingering issue of rebel activity in Tzal, Allendor, and Tarumar surfaced. Despite the complexity of the matter, the Dragon King exuded confidence, assuring his council that everything was already being dealt with. However, the mention of Allendor triggered a wave of apprehension within him, reminding him of Isabella. He knew it wasn’t wise to risk conceiving with her yet. But now that he had experienced her touch, the thought of pushing her away seemed unbearable. How could he deny himself of her body? He knew with her he wouldn’t have the same self-control he used to have with Dara and his other concubines.
As the king contemplated his situation, he began to question his obsession with the idea of conceiving his first heir with the ideal, perfect consort. He reasoned that, once those women were taken from their castles and stripped of their titles, they became nothing but his concubines, his servants, his breeders. Their pasts ceased to hold significance in the present moment.
The king returned to his quarters after a long, tiring day and found the table being set for dinner by his servants as Isabella watched them attentively. A huge smile lit up her face when she was made aware of his presence in the room. With eagerness, she hurried towards him but stopped halfway to bow, remembering her manners. The king found her actions endearing and chuckled, closing the distance between them. He gently grabbed her face, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
As the king and Isabella savored their meal, he found her presence surprisingly refreshing, her charm and warmth lifting the weariness of his day. Just as they were finishing, a gentle knock echoed through the room. The king motioned for the servants to enter, their arms laden with ornate boxes of different shapes and sizes.
Isabella's eyes widened with curiosity as the servants approached. "What's all this?" she inquired, her voice laced with intrigue.
With a smile, the king replied, "Lady Belet informed me earlier that today is your birthday, Isabella. So, I thought it fitting to have some gifts brought for you."
As the servants unveiled the treasures within each box, Isabella's eyes sparkled with delight. She found herself admiring the intricate craftsmanship of each item, from delicate jewelry to finely woven fabrics.
"These are all so beautiful," Isabella murmured, running her fingers over the exquisite details.
The king smiled, pleased by her reaction. "I'm glad you like them. Happy birthday, Isabella."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Isabella replied, her heart swelling with warmth at his thoughtfulness.
The king took Isabella’s hand and led to a grand mirror, signaling for one of the servants to approach. With a gentle gesture, he lowered the sleeves of her dress, exposing her breasts, and pulled it down until it fell to the ground, leaving her naked, startled and confused.
Isabella's cheeks flushed as she instinctively moved to cover herself, her laughter bubbling nervously. "What are you doing, Your Majesty?" she asked, her voice uncertain.
“Shh, don’t worry, little girl,” said the king, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek.
With a graceful motion, the king reached for the box in the servant’s hands, retrieving a magnificent gold necklace adorned with sparkling emeralds. Tenderly, he placed it around Isabella's neck, his touch sending shivers down her spine. As he fastened the clasp, his lips brushed against her shoulder in a gentle kiss.
Though Isabella still attempted to shield herself and cover her breasts and the fine reddish hairs of her private parts, the king's firm grasp parted her hands, exposing her fully naked figure. Exposed and vulnerable, Isabella felt deeply ashamed since she had never seen any of the servants standing there, one of them was a male and she wasn’t quite used to be nude in front of the king himself, especially so unexpectedly. She met her own gaze in the glass, her cheeks flushed with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity.
With a tender touch, the king adorned Isabella like a canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of a master artist. He lifted a pair of dazzling earrings, the emeralds catching the light as he delicately placed them upon Isabella's ears. Next came an intricately adorned chain, which he draped around her waist like a gilded serpent, the gems glistening against her skin like drops of dew on flower petals.
As he fastened the bracelets around her wrists, his fingers softly ran over her arms, making her shiver. He embraced her from behind and held her left hand close to her chest. A magnificent ring, with its verdant brilliance, found its place upon her finger.
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