Chapter eleven

KYLA’s POV

I rose, exhaustion etched on my face and trudged to the bathroom. Kira's gentle hands helped me shed the ill-fitting gown, a relic of my dungeon ordeal.

I slipped into the bathtub, surrounded by crimson blooms, like royalty reborn. Warm water enveloped me, soothing my battered soul.

Kira's skilled fingers danced through my tangled locks, calming my frazzled nerves. I shut my eyes, surrendering to her ministrations.

With a scoop of water, I began to reclaim my body, letting the liquid caress my skin. The sensation was liberating, a reawakening.

As Kira worked her magic, I felt my strength returning, my spirit reviving. I was more than a prisoner or a bride – I was a woman, deserving of love, care, and freedom.

As I luxuriated in the warm bath, the day's events swirled in my mind. “Kira, do you think Mother is upset with me?” I asked concern etched on my face. I cherished her kindness and dreaded her displeasure.

Kira's soothing voice reassured me, “No, milady, Mother's heart is always full of love.” Her gentle scrubbing motion eased my tension.

My thoughts drifted to the enigmatic rescuer, and I called out, “Kira?”

“Milady?” she replied, curiosity sparkling in her voice.

“Tell me about my husband,” I implored, eagerness palpable. “What's he like? Why did he rescue me?”

Here's an improved version with vivid descriptions, proper grammar, and a friendly, hopeful, and excitedly confused tone:

Kira's hesitation sparked my curiosity. “We're not supposed to discuss the king, milady,” she whispered.

I leaned in, conspiratorial. “We're alone, Kira. Tell me.”

Her eyes darted around, ensuring our secrecy. “Your husband is just and powerful, milady.”

I sipped my wine, pondering. “Do you think he'll love me?” The question slipped out, betraying my true intentions.

Kira's words surprised me: “I think the king already loves you, milady.”

My eyes widened. “What makes you say that?”

Kira's smile hinted at hidden knowledge. “The way he looks at you, milady. The way he rescued you.”

My mind whirled. Love? From the mysterious king? It was too much to hope for.

As I sipped the rich, crimson wine, Kira's words dropped like a bombshell: my husband, the enigmatic rescuer, was a king – and he loved me. I laughed, the sound bubbling up like champagne, a mix of incredulity and excitement.

The room spun, my mind reeling with the revelation. A king? Loving me? It seemed like a fairy tale, a dream I'd soon wake up from.

But Kira's serious expression assured me this was reality. My thoughts danced with questions: What did his love mean? Would he truly care for me? Could I trust him?

As I emerged from the bathtub, refreshed and rejuvenated, Kira's gentle scrubbing lingered on my skin. I stood before the majestic mirror, its glassy surface reflecting my radiant complexion.

Just then, a melodious voice announced through the door, “Her Majesty has arrived!”

The door swung open, and I bowed graciously, my head inclined in respect. Queen Leah glided into the room, her regal presence commanding attention. Her maids trailed behind, bearing an array of exquisite garments and glittering jewels, which they carefully laid out on the dressing table.

The Queen's warm smile illuminated her face as she approached me. Her slender fingers lifted my chin, and her piercing green eyes sparkled with affection. “Tonight, your introduction gathering awaits,” she declared, her voice dripping with excitement.

As the maids busied themselves preparing me for the evening's festivities, I felt like a princess being transformed for her royal debut.

I stood resplendent in a majestic yellow royal gown, adorned with intricate petal patterns and delicate stone embroidery. The weight of the gown was palpable, its heavy silk fabric threatening to overwhelm me. I stumbled slightly, but Kira, my loyal maid, was there to steady me.

“Kira, what's the purpose of this introduction party?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “I thought we were already wedded?”

Kira's gentle hands adjusted the gown's delicate folds as she explained, “In the royal tradition, a formal introduction ceremony is held for every bride. It's a grand celebration to present you to the nobles, dignitaries, and the entire kingdom.”

Her words illuminated the significance of the evening's events. I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as I envisioned the sea of unfamiliar faces, all eager to behold the new royal bride.

The maid's skilled hands fastened the gown's delicate clasps, and I was transformed into a vision of regal elegance. The yellow gown shimmered in the light, its petals and stones glinting like a thousand tiny suns.

KIRA’s POV

As I assisted my lady with her resplendent gown, I couldn't help but admire her elegance. Her kindness had saved me from the dark dungeon, and I was eternally grateful. She was more than just a master; she was a friend, a beacon of hope in the shadows.

Tonight, the entire kingdom of demons would behold her radiance, and I knew she would finally uncover the secrets she had been curious about. I had longed to prepare her for this moment, to whisper the truth in her ear, but duty and discretion had silenced me.

As I fastened the delicate clasps, my heart swelled with a mix of emotions. I pitied her innocence, soon to be replaced by the harsh realities of our world. Yet, I loved her courage, her resilience, and her unwavering compassion.

With each gentle touch, I poured my silent blessings upon her. May she find strength in the face of the unknown, may her heart remain pure amidst the darkness, and may her spirit continue to shine like a radiant star.

As she stood before the mirror, her reflection revealed a vision of loveliness, a true gem amidst the shadows. I knew that tonight would change her forever, and I could only hope that she would find the strength to embrace her new reality.

ALEXANDRA’s POV

A maid handed me a letter” from the queen “

I snatched the letter from her, my fingers trembling with rage. As I unfolded it, my eyes scanned the page, and my anger boiled over. "Listen to this, Dave!" I exclaimed, reading aloud:

"We request the honor of your presence at the introduction gathering of your brother, Gibson."

My voice dripped with venom as I reached the postscript: "Note: Your attendance is mandatory."

I crumpled the letter in my fist, my face burning with indignation. "How dare he!" I seethed, slamming the paper onto the bed. "How could Gibson think he can order me around like some obedient servant?"

My anger simmered, ready to erupt. The queen's invitation was nothing but a thinly veiled command, and Gibson's audacity knew no bounds.

“I wish I could strangle him right away”