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⊰ chapter six ⊱
It was thundering. Not the clouds, not the sky, not the rain. It was Dara Koveski Arveri's heart, unaware of what was coming for her. It was the fear, curved somewhere between her veins. It was guilt, of what she had been doing for the past week and the things she wanted to do. The lands she belonged to banished her for years. Now, the same lands were waiting for her to descend, but unknown to the things she wanted to cause.
It was a yearning to be a ruler. To be the greater ruler than all the past males in their thrones. She was the only and first change to the throne; with her descent as the first female, Dara wanted to do more than just conquer and win hearts. She wanted to make changes, write new laws, bend rules. She wanted to prove wrong, wanted to destroy within. The luxurious ball gowns, heavy frocks, gorgeous jewelry, and tinted lips and crowns; Dara was a prize for her lands. She knew it. She knew the eye-candy she was. Everything she did, made an impact. And till now, she had done nothing.
She had only breathed, and within that, she was attacked by nemesis in her own welcome gala, had to cut off the ones she suspected from her run to the throne, and met a man who did not leave her side for once. It was only getting annoying as Dara set down her earrings on her dresser, hearing the knock on her door. Her maids hurried to open Jeon, "Princess."
She wanted to roll her eyes, "Hello, Soldier."
"Princess Adona faced some labor pain. She is unable to join as the doctors had advised her to rest." Jeon informed her. Dara pouted, sighing, and then she nodded, considering her cousin's health first. Jeon felt unready but he asked anyway, "Did you bid farewell to Prince Theon?"
"I did." Dara stood up, her maids fetching her a nightgown, "Would you join me?"
"For?"
"Dinner. I will have it in my chamber. It's chilly outside anyway." Dara invited Jeon. There was a moment of nerve-wreck between the two as they shared a deep stare. Jeon became speechless at the sight of Dara's lips pursing into a firm line as she tilted her head, "I asked you something, soldier."
"I am not allowed to dine with you, or anyone with your position." Jeon swallowed.
Dara frowned, walking towards him with her hair clips as she slowly unhooked them from her bun one by one, letting her red hair fall. Jeon's eyes followed the hair; how divinely they fell to her shoulders as she unpinned them. The gap between her neck closed as the hair stuffed there, the bare shoulder hidden with red beauty. Dara raised a brow, "Don't tell me father never asked you to dine with him."
"We have dined before. On several occasions. To discuss politics." Jeon looked into Dara's tired eyes, "Nonetheless, it will only be inappropriate if anyone finds out I am having dinner with you."
She grinned, "Because I am a woman and things can exceed after dinner?"
"That," he held up a finger with a sly smile to his lips, his eyes quirky, "And because you are not exactly allowed to carry a child before you are crowned according to laws."
