Chapter 46: The crown Princess Announcement
Seraphel
It was a literal clothing paradise. Rows upon rows of extravagant robes lined the walls, but every single piece of clothing was strictly in shades of deep crimson and midnight black. There were absolutely no exceptions, making it look like Azriel had brought me into his own high-end luxury clothing store.
I already knew from reading the book that he loved expensive, materialistic things, but seeing the sheer scale of it was mind-blowing. There were endless rows of polished leather boots, ornate gold and silver jewelry, and heavy silk sashes, all tailored perfectly in his signature dark colors.
While I was still standing there admiring the beautiful space, he suddenly lifted me off my feet and set me down onto a plush, cushioned chair sitting at the very center of the closet.
"What are you doing?"
"That question again," he chuckled, shaking his head. "What? Do you want to walk out of my room butt-naked with your hardened cock on display so that the guards and the servants can stare at you? I am the only one allowed to look at you like this. If I ever catch anyone else laying their eyes on your body, I shall pluck their eyes out and feed them to the birds, and then I’ll tear out their tongues and—"
"Alright, enough!" I snapped, cutting him off before he could continue his graphic, annoying threats. Right at that exact moment, my stomach let out a loud, aggressive growl.
My face turned bright red instantly, completely mortified that it had happened right in front of him. But Azriel just laughed out loud, turning around to face his massive rows of robes.
"Let me find something for you to wear."
"Something for me to wear from here?" My eyes widened in shock.
"What did you think we came in here for? A sex lesson?" he asked over his shoulder, pulling a heavy, luxurious robe from a hanger.
I knew we were here for clothes, but there was no way in hell I could fit into his size. He was much taller than me, boasting a broad, heavily muscular physique, while I was lean and distinctly smaller.
"Although I can’t read your mind right now, I know exactly what you are thinking. You are probably worrying about how this won’t be a perfect fit, aren’t you?" he chuckled, turning around and tossing the heavy robe straight into my lap.
"Wear it anyway. That is my absolute favorite robe—the one most of the people in this palace have seen me wear the most. Even if it is far too big on you, I want everyone to see it. I want them to know that you belong completely to me, that you are mine, and that you are someone they must respect under penalty of death."
I frowned deeper with every single word he said, my mind spinning in utter confusion.
What the hell was he on about? What was he even trying to imply?
"So change into the robe and don’t worry about it fitting your frame. It will adjust to you with a simple snap of my fingers. I just want everyone to see you covered in my clothes, smelling entirely like my scent, and know that their Crown Princess has arrived."
"Crown... Princess?"
I froze, wondering if my ears were malfunctioning. Did I seriously just hear him right?
"Yes, my Crown Princess. Because I have officially decided to take you as my one and only, someone who will rule by my side for all of eternity, Seraphel," he stated proudly, throwing his head back and laughing out loud.
I glared at him in absolute horror, countless frantic thoughts racing through my mind. I couldn’t believe he had casually made a massive decision like that, especially knowing just how much everyone in the kingdom would absolutely hate me for it. In the original plot, Seraphel was a nobody from a poor district, and nobodies don’t just get elevated to rule alongside a supreme prince.
Besides that, he was the literal Prince of Lust—a character who constantly needed to share his bed to survive on the spiritual energy of desire. I wasn’t even sure I was ready to have someone as toxic and chaotic as him as a permanent partner.
The forced pregnancy was one thing I was slowly forcing myself to accept for the sake of the plot, but becoming the Crown Princess? That was completely insane. It meant my time trapped inside this book would continue indefinitely, and I wanted to go home so badly, even if my real life back there was a mess of debt and loneliness.
"You seem awfully quiet, and it genuinely pains me that I can’t read your mind to see what you are plotting. But be an obedient little lotus and put on that robe right now before I change my mind about not fucking you right here on this floor. You already know exactly how many hours we can go at it," he warned, leaning down until his face was inches away from mine. I could feel the warm, dangerous brush of his breath, completely overwhelmed by his dark lily fragrance.
’’I dare you to disobey me seraphel and the gods help me I will fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk properly for a long time.’’
"I..." I started to reply, wanting to argue back, but my stomach betrayed me yet again, letting out another loud growl.
Azriel smiled instantly, placing his large, warm hand flat against my stomach. "Still flat, so we must feed it," he chuckled deeply. "I can’t wait to see how big it will get once you have eaten to your heart’s content, which is why I will personally make sure you eat more from now on."
I almost scoffed out loud at his foolishness.
Did this man seriously think a pregnancy bump grew instantly just from eating a heavy breakfast? What the hell was wrong with him? I wanted to yell at him, but I ultimately chose to stay quiet, far more consumed by the looming panic of my new, dangerous position as the Crown Princess.