The Crown's Fire - Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Painful
Ezekiel gazed down at Tarah, her peaceful slumber bringing a soft smile to his lips. “Was she this sleepy?” he murmured with a pout, marveling at how quickly she had drifted off once she nestled into his arms.

Recalling their earlier conversation, he whispered, “You worry too much.” He understood Tarah’s concerns. Her visions offered guidance, but nothing was set in stone; the future remained uncertain, subject to change, as change was the only constant in their world.

That understanding led Ezekiel to grant Tarah the freedom to choose her own path when she ascended. While part of his decision stemmed from the realization that she fit the criteria of the woman he should be wary of, the primary reason was his belief that it was unjust for their kingdom’s Seer to be bound by destiny to serve the kingdom’s interests.

Despite Seer Beirut’s reluctance to acknowledge it, Ezekiel couldn’t help but notice the envy in his eyes when he looked upon peers who had built families, perpetuating their lineages. It was a reminder of the sacrifices inherent in Tarah’s role, and Ezekiel was determined to ensure she had the opportunity to chart her own course in life.

“But first, I must free you from the demonic spell you’re bound to,” Ezekiel murmured softly as he placed a gentle kiss on Tarah’s head. Closing his eyes, he felt a sudden surge of immense power coursing through his body. “It’s complete,” he whispered, the merging of the dragon’s spirit within him now finalized.

[You! How dare you snatch my power!] Vulcan’s soul roared within him, its voice echoing inside Ezekiel’s mind. It wasn’t the first time Vulcan’s soul had managed to assert itself since the merging began, but Ezekiel found it easy to silence the dragon’s protests whenever they arose.

With a contented sigh, Ezekiel nestled closer to Tarah, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling her intoxicating scent. Lost in the comfort of her presence, he soon drifted off into a peaceful slumber, the challenges of the days ahead momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her embrace.

***

Tarah stirred in her bed, feeling a weight on her waist. Slowly, she opened her eyes and she was greeted by the sight of Ezekiel’s peaceful sleeping face with his arms wrapped around her. A soft smile graced her lips as she took in his perfect features.

With a gentle touch, she traced the contours of his face, starting from his perfectly shaped dark eyebrows, down to his closed eyes. Recollections of his fiery gaze, with hazel irises tinged with green, flooded her mind, a gaze that had the power to captivate any woman, herself included.

Her fingers continued their exploration, trailing along the bridge of his nose, admiring every masculine feature. Yet, it was his full, luscious red lips that held her attention the most. Tarah couldn’t help but bite her lower lip, reminiscing about the moments when their lips were intertwined in passionate kisses.

“Hmm, enjoying the view and touch?” Ezekiel teased, his voice soft and playful, causing Tarah’s cheeks to flush. Slowly, he opened his eyes, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“You should narrate your thoughts while exploring my face,” he suggested, amusement dancing in his eyes. Despite her embarrassment, Tarah couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, everything looks perfect, as always,” she replied, attempting to mask her embarrassment with humor.

“Is that so? Then it’s my turn to examine you,” Ezekiel murmured, his gaze focused on her face. With a gentle touch, he traced the lines of her eyebrows. “These dark, alluring brows that match your azure eyes perfectly,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. “And your nose… it’s elegant, just like your lips.” He paused, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m tempted to taste those lips again,” he added with a smirk.

Before Tarah could react, Ezekiel closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers with hunger and longing. He kissed her deeply, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment of their connection. Alternating between her lower and upper lips, he expressed his desire with each fervent kiss.

“I love you, Tarah, and I can’t wait to have all of you,” Ezekiel whispered after releasing her lips, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He proceeded to place tender kisses on her eyebrows, then her eyelids, and finally her nose. Tarah giggled delightfully as he peppered her face with affectionate kisses, feeling overwhelmed with love for him in return.

And then, abruptly, Ezekiel buried his face in the crook of Tarah’s neck. “Ah, this won’t do. I should stop now,” he murmured, his voice laced with pain. Tarah smiled softly, understanding his struggle all too well.

“I can help you out,” Tarah murmured bashfully, her heart racing with desire to ease his discomfort. She didn’t mind offering him her assistance; like she did before at the hotspring. In fact, she wanted to give herself to him tonight. She longed for him to have her before…

Tarah bit her lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. The mere thought of parting ways with Ezekiel was excruciatingly painful. Yet, it seemed inevitable…

*****

At the bustling Rose Palace, final preparations for tomorrow’s coronation of the crown prince as the kingdom’s new king consumed everyone’s attention.

Stephan stood gazing at the majestic throne hall, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Dana, sensing his unease, approached and wrapped her arms around his.

“What’s on your mind?” she inquired softly.

“I can’t shake off my worry for Ezekiel,” Stephan confessed.

“You’ve groomed him well, Stephan. He’s more than ready,” Dana reassured him, her touch gentle.

“I know, and I’m immensely proud of him. It’s just… his decision regarding Tarah troubles me. Our kingdom has long relied on the guidance of our fated Seers, and he’s about to change that,” Stephan expressed his concern.

“Hmm, I’m also concerned about it but we must trust our Son and support him with this. Ezekiel,” Dana hummed and Stephan couldn’t agree more.