His Majesty's Devious Sins-Chapter 47 - Something Wrong

Weston had never seen His Majesty like this. Being respectful and kind was expected of a gentleman like the King. But this was a completely different side of His Majesty.

If Weston could put his thoughts into words, it would be the fact that His Majesty played Adeline like a toy. She was putty in His Majesty's hands. Did she think this was the actual side of him? He was only pretending.

The King was never this gracious to anyone. He smiled only when it benefited him and laughed when he was in the lead. The young Princess was a fool in love. She was blinded by her expectations of His Majesty.

"Don't," Easton muttered.

Easton already knew the thoughts running through his older brother's mind. The twins had grown up with the King, and they had never seen him treat a woman like this. Everything always went according to the King's plans. Women yielded to him, as rubber bents under will.

Adeline was just one of many women that the King would have an affair with.

Easton couldn't say he pity her, but he was worried. She seemed like a genuine girl. And he was just glad he hadn't upset her earlier. Though, she behaved strangely. He expected tears and shaking shoulders, but she was infatuated with something as stupid as a good luck coin.

Despite his friendly smiles and gentle eyes, Easton hated weak women. They cried too much. He thought Adeline was weak, but there was something pleasant about her nature. He couldn't put a finger on it.

"What are you talking about?" Weston asked.

Easton gave him a knowing look. "I know what your thinking. Your face gives it away."

Seeing her like this, he was suddenly reminded of a little girl that used to frequent the castle halls. Who was the kid? He had only met her once, and it wasn't the greatest first impression.

The little girl had fallen onto the ground. Her knees were nowhere scr.a.p.ed, and nothing hurt. She had tumbled onto the plush rugs, her hair bouncing like a porcelain doll.

Back then, the King hadn't helped her up. It was when the King preferred to take the form of a teenager, just to piss off the council.

The girl had cried. She had reached her hands up, wanting him to carry her. Her lips had trembled and large droplets slid off her cheeks.

What did the King say at that time…?

"Don't bother. Let her cry. When she's finally done, bring her to me. I'll deal with her myself."

Weston blinked. The words were cruel, especially to a small girl. But she had instantly sobered up, the tears running dry. Not a second later, the King stormed off, and she quickly toddled after him. Only when she caught up to him, her tiny hands bunching at his pants did he lift her into his arms.

"Weston? Hello, earth to Weston?" Easton chirped whilst waving his hand in front of his brother's face.

"Your hand stinks, get it away from me," Weston growled, slapping at his brother's hand.

"What are you talking about?" Easton gasped. He was offended, for he was wearing scented lotion that was supposed to smell like the ocean!

"You were spacing out earlier. I just wanted to get your attention," Easton grumbled. He angrily crossed his hands and frowned towards the floor.

"What were you thinking so intently about?" Easton added on, despite leaving no room for his brother to talk. 𝒇𝚛e𝘦wℯ𝑏𝓃𝑜νℯ𝒍.co𝗺

"A bizarre memory of the King," Weston vaguely said.

Weston didn't know why he suddenly thought of that memory. It happened fifteen years ago. But seeing Adeline's stupid smile, he was reminded of that little girl. Then again, he wondered about the girl's parents. Who was capable enough to have their daughter running in the hallways of the palace?

"Oh I have so many of those," Easton commented. "Like that one time—"

"Elias," she mumbled, grabbing tightly onto the King's lower arm.

Easton paused. He had heard her address the King by his name before, less than a few minutes ago. But she said it so effortlessly. His Majesty's had a short name, but people never dared to utter it. Not even the humans with their carefree thinking had the guts to say it with ease.

"Yes, darling?" the King murmured. She leaned close until her figure was hidden by the King.

"I… uhm…" Adeline struggled to say her problems.

'A lady must never look uncomfortable in front of a man. It will make him unhappy,' Aunt Eleanor's clipped words echoed in Adeline's ears.

Adeline s.u.c.k.e.d in a breath. No… she couldn't tell him she wanted to take off her heels.

"What is it, my sweet?" Elias asked.

She was standing so close to him, he was practically bathing in her delectable scent. It tickled his nose and heightened his senses. She smelled sweet, like a walk in the gardens after a rainy day.

"Uhm…" Adeline trailed off, thinking of an excuse to say. "L-lemon cookies…"

Elias raised a brow. Not a second later, he let out a small laugh. He drew her even closer, their bodies pressing against each other. He felt the curves of her body in this beautiful dress. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Elias shouldn't have made the dress backless. It revealed her lovely shoulder blades, and her upper back shaped like a wingless butterfly. No one could keep their eyes off of her now. f𝐫𝑒𝗲𝙬𝒆𝚋𝐧૦𝘃𝗲l.c𝚘𝘮

"Would you like something sweet?" he mused.

Adeline shakily nodded her head, her fingers digging into the velvet sleeves of his suit. She jolted when his lips brushed upon her ears. For a second she stopped breathing. Her heart lurched.

"Then kiss me. I am the sweetest dessert of all," he murmured into her ears.

Adeline's knees nearly gave out. Her lower stomach clenched, a strange warmth pooling in a spot she didn't think was possible.

"Don't tease me," she managed to squeak out.

"But it's the truth, darling," he said.

Elias kissed behind her ear lobe. His lips curled into a wicked smile. She was leaning against him now. Her entire body was upon him, like a moth drawn to a flame. She was destined to burn. But only in the heat of his slick body.

"If you want something, my sweet, you must ask."

Adeline frowned. "But you never ask when you want something from me."

Elias quirked a brow. She was blunt. It was amusingly as if she had no regard for his feelings. He knew the latter was not true, especially when he recalled what happened this morning. He had pretended to be injured, and she was already worried.

"Then I suppose you will starve," he teased.

Elias would've given her the cookie regardless. Actually, he would give her the entire plate, and order the chef to make another batch.

"That's fine, I'm used to it," she said.

Elias's face instantly darkened. He drew back a bit, to examine her features. She said it with certainty as if it was the truth. Why did she look so innocent after saying something so cruel?

"What?" His voice lowered an octave, in a dangerous threat.

Adeline blinked. Did she say something wrong?