The King's Queen

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Chapter Twenty Four ▪︎ The King's Queen

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Thanatos' aesthetic I guess. I'm not sure why I made this but I felt that I had to since I have a face claim for Dahlia and Alexander and they are the two main characters, but so is Thanatos. So, since I can't give him a face claim, an aesthetic would be my plan b. And yes, the ring is the one I mentioned in the story. This hasn't been proof read, if you find a mistake, please do tell me.

Thank you, enjoy!

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Dahlia was confused.

Did she give the wrong man a chance? Maybe her father was right, maybe The King truly was heartless.

But he was so nice to her, that Dahlia thought he maybe changed.

But she wouldn't put it past him to make a whole cover to play with her emotions and use her as he pleased.

She knew the story of Rome and many others. He willingly killed whole cities of humans.

He killed hundreds. Every human leader was killed publicly and he made damn sure they knew of it. The human children had photos of the beheaded corpses in their history books.

They were children when they were taught that. He killed the last bit of innocence in her and many other kids.

But she still gave him a chance.

She was blinded by his facade, or so she thought.

The facade had never been there. He not only broke down his walls for her, but he stripped off his skin to her. She saw him bare and wounded, but she rejected him.

He was hurting. Thanatos was as well, he presumed. He hadn't shown up ever since that day. He couldn't even feel his presence.

Maybe the bastard died of heartache, he snickered.

The faint glow of his ring snickered back at him.

He was probably somewhere around Dahlia.

Nonetheless, he wasn't too worried about him. He figured out his intentions with Dahlia were surprisingly sincere and pure the day he saved her from tumbling down to the ground face first.

He still had no idea how he did that.

He spent the past couple of days in his bedroom, sulking. The mate bond weakened him. He wished Dahlia would sneak into his bedroom at night and willingly lay in his arms.

But it was just a dream. He was lucky that she did that once, which he still couldn't believe was real.

She had such a pure heart, laying in a monster's bed just to heal him. She had no worries as she slept soundly in his arms.

He laid his head against the pillow soaked in his cold sweat and closed his eyes.

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Dahlia was worried.

Alexander hadn't come out of his room in two full days. He ordered Arnold to take care of Dahlia and to bring her whatever she needed.

She couldn't help it. Something was pulling at her heart uncomfortably and she couldn't sleep because of it.

She remembered the doctor's words and ever since then, her foolish heart has been keeping her awake.