Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 105

A slow clap broke the silence.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

Draevyn rose from his throne with leisured grace, the sound of his palms meeting echoing through the endless chamber like the closing of a chapter. His expression was unreadable at first — somewhere between entertained and unimpressed.

He descended from the dais, vines curling up like living stairways—unfurling and braiding themselves beneath his boots with every step. The steps dissolved behind him, as if the room bent itself to his will—a display not of power, but of dominance.

He stopped just before them and tilted his head, gaze flicking to Julian with cool, amused detachment.

“Quite the performance.”

His tone was rich with feigned praise, like a spectator congratulating a tragic play’s lead for dying well.

“Truly, I was moved.”

Kaelani stepped slightly forward, confused but unshaken.

“What are you doing?”

Julian moved instinctively in front of her, his voice low and laced with fury.

“Who the hell are you?”

Draevyn didn’t flinch. If anything, his smile deepened—slow and knowing, like unsheathing a sword without hurry.

“Names are for introductions, pup. And we’re well past formalities.”

A pause. A glint of cruel enjoyment lit those silver eyes.

“Still… if you insist on groveling properly—Lord Draevyn will suffice.”

“He’s the King of the Unseelie,” Kaelani‘s voice was quiet but firm.

“Ruler of the Fae realm, if we’re being veracious,” Draevyn added with a cocky edge.

“Though I do prefer titles that are earned, not inherited.”

Kaelani crossed her arms.

“Please leave, Draevyn.”

Julian stepped forward again, closing the distance. The two stood nearly eye to eye—equal in stature, though Draevyn was a touch taller, and Kaelani knew his strength went far beyond the physical.

“You heard her. Leave. This is a private moment—between me and my mate.”

A soft, disbelieving laugh slipped from Draevyn’s throat.

“Mate, huh?”

His gaze raked over Julian with cool indifference, then flicked to Kaelani—softening, barely. When it returned to Julian, it was sharpened with unbridled scrutiny.

“You’ve got a funny way of treating her, then. Must be a Lycan tradition I haven’t heard of—abandonment, neglect, control… quite the courtship ritual.”

Julian’s jaw tightened.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Draevyn raised a brow.

“Oh?”

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