My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 81

A hesitant smile appeared on my face. Sariel seemed proud, but underneath his confident mask, I could sense anger, although I wasn't sure why he would be angry. I gently stroked his cheek, trying to brush off the shades of darkness from his face.

"Should I call you "Your Majesty" from now on?" I laughed faintly.

"Perhaps on some very formal occasions. You may bow down to me too," he chuckled cockily.

I nudged his shoulder, pouting. He laughed, then he embraced me tightly, kissing my forehead, my eyes, and my cheeks until he hungrily reached for my lips.

"I shall make you my Queen," he whispered while kissing me down my neck.

His words felt like a sword piercing my heart. I kept chasing the thought of what would happen to me after Sariel became the King, and now it was time to face reality.

"Queen…" I repeated, smiling bitterly, "I doubt that the nobles would let a human sit by your side."

"I will make them accept you," he said confidently, his lips moving to my breasts.

He bit my nipples angrily, as if he was trying to release his frustration. I hissed when his aggressive passion started to hurt me.

"Sariel… stop," I mumbled, pushing him away.

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. I smiled warmly, staring at his burning red pupils. My heart pounded. This moment had a bitter-sweet taste. I knew that I was going to enter a violent and dangerous world, a place where he couldn't always protect me. But no matter how hard my life would become, I knew I wouldn't bear to leave Sariel. It was too late for that.

I reached out my hand and sank my fingers into his silk hair. "I love you," the words left my mouth without knowing.

His eyes became wider, and he just kept staring into my eyes for a few seconds. Then he gave me another passionate kiss, caressing my tongue with his and making my lips burn. Once he stopped, he smiled at me, lied down, and pulled me closer to his chest.

"I will never let you go, my Queen," he muttered, tightening his embrace around me.

I didn't hope to hear any "I love yous" from him. After all, I didn't plan on confessing my love either. It had sort of happened, but I didn't regret it. The warmth Sariel gave me was enough. The longing and desire he had in his eyes when he looked at me were enough. The sweet words he spoke to my ears were enough… for now.

I lied in his arms, but I couldn't sleep. I was restless and uncertain of anything. I also had a feeling that there was something crucial that Sariel hadn't told me. He could have been powerful, but there were things beyond his power. The ones behind the attacks on the castle and New Argent City were still unknown, and it meant that Sariel could have had a strong enemy somewhere. Being the king was giving him authority, but it was also exposing him. Moreover, if he genuinely planned to legally make me the queen, that would definitely bring him more enemies eager to get rid of the problem, which in that case would mean getting rid of me…

The morning was hectic. I had never seen all of the servants running around at one time. They were packing up the King so that he could move to the Palace as a king should. I was being packed as well, although all it took was to throw all the clothes from the closet into one suitcase and pack my laptop. No matter how much Martha and everyone else said that they were envious of my new position, I replied that there was nothing to be jealous about. I knew exactly how dangerous and uncertain my life was going to be from now on.

The good thing about the castle atmosphere becoming all hectic was that no one cared about Sariel's no-men-around-the-north-wing order.

"May I come in, Your Highness?" Patrick knocked on the door frame of my chamber.

"Please, don't call me that," I chuckled, gesturing for him to step inside.

"Do you need some help with packing, my Queen-to-be?" He grinned, bowing respectfully.