Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 455

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 455: You Should Get Some Rest**

Marums lingered in the shadows, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, a storm of emotions brewing within him. The weight of his actions pressed heavily on his shoulders. He had carried Lucien all the way up to this moment, only to find himself relegated to the background, an unnoticed spectator in a scene that felt all too familiar.

Once, he had believed that Silas was merely a man of many romantic exploits, but now, the truth unfurled before him. Silas wielded a unique blend of talent and unwavering devotion, a combination that rendered everything else in their circle insignificant. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and Marums couldn’t shake the feeling that it was profoundly unfair.

In the realm of scheming and strategy, none could rival Silas. Just then, Edric and Calum emerged from another elevator, their expressions shifting from curiosity to awe as they stepped into the breathtaking scene that unfolded before them. But their wonder quickly turned to discomfort as they noticed Silas and Emma entwined in an embrace, Marcus standing off to the side, his expression dark and brooding, like a storm cloud threatening to unleash its fury.

The air was thick with unspoken words, and the two men exchanged glances, their minds racing. They should never have ventured up here; it was a mistake they now regretted. Silas, oblivious to their presence, continued to cradle Emma, his chin resting lightly on her head, his eyes radiating a deep sense of possessiveness and satisfaction that no one else could perceive.

“Ms. Tibarn,” Marcus spoke, his voice heavy with a sense of defeat, shattering the silence that hung in the air. “Is it truly acceptable for Lucien to be left alone on the bed like this?”

Emma’s heart sank at the reminder of Lucien, her earlier excitement fading into guilt. She had been so caught up in the moment that she had momentarily forgotten about him. Silas cast a glance at Marcus, then shifted his gaze to Lucien, who lay peacefully on the bed.

“Lucien will be fine resting like that,” Silas replied, his tone soothing. He turned back to Emma, his eyes softening with concern. “Emy, it’s late, and you’ve been busy all day. You must be exhausted. You should get some rest, and we’ll take care of preparing our rooms.”

He understood that Emma had given so much of herself today, her blood replenished only by the assistance of the Beast God’s fruit, and he could see the weariness etched on her face.

“Mm!” Emma nodded, her weariness catching up to her. “You all should get some rest, too,” she urged, her voice a gentle reminder.

The others nodded in agreement, their gazes lingering on her, filled with an unspoken longing before they departed quickly. Each of them wished they could remain, but they understood the importance of Emma’s need for sleep, and so they reluctantly made their way down from the top floor.

As they descended, the crew they had summoned to set up the rooms had arrived, bustling about with purpose, swiftly decorating each space with spatial stones that glittered like stars. Silas’s room was directly beneath Emma’s, and he busied himself with arranging both his own and Emma’s room, ensuring everything was perfect.

Just as he was about to retreat to his own sanctuary, Calum intercepted him, holding out a piece of vine with a determined expression.

“Marshal Calum, what’s this for?” Silas questioned, eyeing the vine in Calum’s hand with curiosity.

“When you wake up tomorrow, we’ll settle this,” she whispered softly, her heart heavy with the weight of the day’s events.

Exhaustion washed over her, and as she closed her eyes, the delicate scent of Starlune Blossom wafted through the air, lulling her into a peaceful slumber. Time slipped away, and she lost track of how long she had been asleep when she suddenly felt a pair of cool arms gently lifting her from the softness of her bed.

Emma longed to open her eyes and discover who it was, but her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, as if they were weighed down by an invisible force. Her body felt limp, ensnared by unseen chains that rendered her immobile.

Just as the heavy wave of sleep threatened to consume her once more, she succumbed to its embrace, drifting into a deeper unconsciousness.

When Emma finally stirred awake again, the sunlight poured through the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, casting a warm glow across the room. The view outside was serene, lush greenery stretching as far as the eye could see.

In an instant, panic surged through her. This was not the room she had fallen asleep in the night before. Where was she? Had someone moved her while she slept? Was it Marcus or Edric?

Propping herself up, Emma felt her silk pajamas slide down her shoulder, a stark reminder of her disorientation.