Chapter 83: The king’s hubris I
Ceremus and Meliše turned towards the direction of the voice and saw Hael standing there, his face cold but his eyes stormy with emotion.
Seeing him standing there shocked Meliše. The spell she had inflicted on him should have kept him at bay for at least forty minutes, so why was he back so soon?
Ceremus' heart lurched the moment he saw Hael standing there. The shock in his guard's eyes, the flicker of hurt beneath the surface—it was like a dagger twisting in his gut.
"Hael, please don't misunderstand—"
"Misunderstand what, Your Majesty?" Hael's voice was quiet but strained, his fists clenched at his sides. "Has she captured your heart?"
Ceremus' body froze. "No! She's not, there is no—"replacement for you. I don't need anyone but you. You are my one and only, forever! He thought and yet couldn't bring himself to say those words out loud.
Meliše was once again stunned into silence. Her gaze darted between them, something clicking in her mind. Then, her lips curled into a slow and wicked smile.
"Haha! This truly is an amazing sight. The proud king of Trojas, a well-known womanizer, in love with his own guard. And a man, no less."
"YOU—!"
The venom in Ceremus' voice would have sent lesser beings cowering. Not Meliše. The sorceress was delighted to see his face twisted up in rage. It made her heart beat uncontrollably, her blood filled with thrill and excitement.
Hael, on the other hand, frowned. His voice cut through the rising tension.