Nycta was woken up from her sleep again in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, as she dreamed about Dacre and Rose.
They were together and no one would be able to do anything to stop them if they wanted to do something inappropriate and no one was by her side to warn her about it.
No matter what Dacre said, he could lie and Nycta would never trust him. Even if all the warriors swore that they didn’t do anything, Nycta would never trust him. Her anxiety hit the roof and she couldn’t help, but cried.
She felt like she lost control over herself and this supposed to be beautiful union. If only Rose was not here to ruin it, she would have a blissful and wonderful pregnancy. This would be the best moment in her life.
Why would she need to come and ruin everything? The reality hit her so hard. You couldn’t trust man, especially when they were alone with another woman. There were thousand of example where they would stray.
Nycta had witnessed it within her own kingdom.
She was young, but she was not naïve. She was only seventeen, but she had been exposed about this kind of scandalous act so many times more than she wanted.
Therefore, she came to the conclusion; if he could do it, she could too.
Probably this was a pregnancy hormone, but her sadness replaced with anger very fast, as she got off the bed. Her heart was beating so fast when the adrenaline pumped in her veins.
she might regret it later, but her impulsiveness won the battle in her head.
she was young and beautiful and she was the queen. She could get whoever she wanted just like how Dacre could get whoever woman he wanted to take to bed, including her sister.
"Killian, can you help me with something?" Nycta asked, she knew Killian would be right outside of the door. He was ordered to keep his eyes on her, to protect her.
Killian was startled when Nycta talked to him because it was not usual for her to acknowledge his existence, but for her to take the first initiative was a little bit weird.
"Come inside, I need you to help me with something." Nycta opened the door wider for him, she stepped aside, gesturing for him to come.
Leaving with no other choice, the warrior came into the room. After all, this was not the first time they were alone, even though this time without the king’s knowledge.
Once Killian was inside the room, Nycta started to undress herself. She stood in front of the door, blocking Killian’s way out. Her fingers were trembling when she was unbuttoning her dress, but she kept going.
Meanwhile, Killian’s eyes darkened when he realized what the queen was doing.
"You shouldn’t have done this, queen Nycta."
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