Chapter XXXIX: Secret
As the festivities roared around them, the king sat upon his throne, immersed in the jubilant atmosphere. His courtiers reveled in the victory, their laughter mingling with the lively strains of music that filled the air. Perched upon his lap, there was Isabella, now dressed in a luxurious black dress that exposed her belly, radiating a joy that surpassed any she had experienced for the past eight months. With each passing moment, her laughter echoed through the halls, a testament to the newfound sense of contentment she had discovered in the king's embrace. Together, they shared in the merriment, savoring the abundance of food and drink that adorned the banquet tables. Amidst the revelry, they found an odd solace in each other's company.
The king leaned in close to Isabella, his voice a soft whisper against her ear. "What do you think about visiting the royal chambers later?"
Isabella's eyes widened in surprise at his boldness, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Lady Belet barely allows me to walk up stairs by myself, let alone…" she trailed off, her cheeks flushing slightly.
The king chuckled at her reaction, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, is that a no?" he teased, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
Isabella shook her head with a smile, her eyes twinkling. "Lady Belet doesn't need to know everything," she replied slyly, laughter bubbling up between them.
As the king's hand gently caressed Isabella's swelling belly, he whispered softly to their unborn child, "You might want to keep your eyes closed later tonight, little one. I’m going to do some really bad things with your mother…"
Isabella's laughter was loud, her joy infectious as she replied, caressing her belly, "Poor thing, you weren’t even born yet and your father is already disturbing your sleep."
With a sudden surge of affection, the king captured Isabella's gaze, feeling an overwhelming desire to kiss her. Without hesitation, he leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender moment of shared intimacy.
As the festivities roared around them, Isabella felt a twinge in her back. She leaned close to the king and whispered, "I think I need to lie down for a bit."
Instantly, concern flashed across the king's face. "Are you feeling unwell?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers.
Isabella shook her head. "Just tired," she replied, managing a smile despite the discomfort. "My back's been aching from sitting like this for so long."
The king nodded, understanding. "Let me have the servants escort you back to the harem," he said, motioning to a nearby attendant.
As she rose from her seat, Isabella turned to the king. "Maybe I'll visit your chambers tomorrow, once I'm well rested," she suggested.
A warm smile tugged at the corners of the king's lips. "I'd like that," he replied, his gaze lingering on her as she departed with the servants.
The king stumbled into his quarters, weary from his journey and the ongoing revelry. Intent on finding solace in rest, he entered his room only to be greeted by the sight of Lady Dara reclining provocatively on his bed, dressed in attire that left little to the imagination.
Surprised and somewhat annoyed by her audacity, the king narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice laced with exhaustion and irritation.
"Dara," the king said with a sigh, his patience waning. "I appreciate your offer, but I'm exhausted. Please, return to the harem."
Lady Dara rose from the bed, her demeanor still seductive. "But my king," she purred, "you've been away for so long. Let me ease your weariness."
The king shook his head, his thoughts drifting to Isabella. "Not tonight," he insisted.
Undeterred, Lady Dara moved closer, attempting to initiate a kiss. The king gently but firmly pushed her shoulder, compelling her to kneel before him.
Undeterred, Lady Dara leaned in closer and caressed his pants, feeling the volume of his erection under her hands. She looked at him with watered eyes, her voice dripping with honeyed seduction. "My king," she whispered, "don't deny yourself the pleasures you deserve. You know I've always taken care of you. Your body craves my touch, just as much as your heart."
"Dara," the king began, sighing, his tone firm yet weary. "I appreciate your attentiveness, but tonight, I am in no mood."
Lady Dara, undeterred by his response, leaned in even closer, her voice dripping with seduction. "But my king," she murmured, "surely you miss the pleasures I offer. I can see your body craves me, even if your mind denies it."
The king sighed, a mixture of frustration and exhaustion evident in his expression. "It's not about that," he replied, his voice tinged with regret.
But Lady Dara persisted, her words laced with persuasion. "Do not let thoughts of the Allendorian princess cloud your judgment, my king," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "You are the mighty Dragon King, and your desires should be fulfilled without any hesitation."
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