Page 3 of Daddy King

“Don’t slouch and chin up!” she pops my jaw on her fingers and makes me look into her eyes.

“Please don’t make me do this,” I beg her, wishing she would change her mind and just meet her fiancé by herself.

I silently cry for the book that I had bookmarked from last night that would be abandoned until tomorrow evening.

“In a sea of prickly girls and narcissistic boys, you might snag a wild Alaskan salmon.”

I follow her down the long hall, I pick my feet up so the heels don’t make a noise. I look over to the large rows of windows, my reflection is hilarious; I look like a cartoon thief with my tiptoeing behind the homeowner to steal her jewels.

“I don’t want to be a fisherman,” I mumble, hunching over a bit as a cold breeze brush my skin.

All the staffs have dinner at this time so the halls are left unsupervised; the King and Queen have retreated to their quarters for the night after their dinner with Helena. I had dinner in the dressing room, proper etiquette forbids any food and drink that is not consumed in the dining hall, but as I have said, Helena is a rebel.

“You might catch a King Leon.”

Speaking the name of the king that rules the southern territories scares me.

His reputation is not to be taken lightly.

I hope I don’t have the pleasure of running into him at the ball with hundreds of fancy royalties.

Chapter Two

Leon

Pretty little girl.

Blood red gown fitting her small body like a glove, wrapping her in a sheet of temptation as her dainty ankles struggle from the heels. Those locks of raven hair tousled and fluffed, waiting for my big hands to fist in them and those skittish blue eyes darting left and right with pink lips wobbling in fear.

I silently sneer down the innocence radiating off her young body, way too young to be donned into a scandalous dress that is clearly not made for her.

Snapping my glare over to the crowd of men peering at her, leering at her supple body with their sleazy gaze. Those who felt my presence shrivel up like a bunch of cowards and those who are foolish enough to ignore my silent warning will receive my fist within the next seconds.

I saw another woman in a burgundy dress and a man in a simple suit talk to her, I wasn’t close enough to read what they were saying. I had every intention of avoiding human contact and my unapproachable scowl had successfully deterred many interested women.

I’m here by myself, I don’t need a guard to protect me when I can take down the best assassins that were hired to kill me. Greed is a very sinful motivator for those who want my position as King of Sosis, the southern territories are all under my control.

I am a tyrant.

Running my kingdom however I see fit is up to my discretion, the council is there for appearance. They can oppose all they want but if I were to go to war with another nation, they better be ready. Every single resident in Sosis is free to leave the nation, and for some unfathomed reason, foolish men continue to follow me.

Maybe they want to keep their notoriety, or they know that I can demolish any kingdom I want.

“Who are you.” it’s a demand that has my little girl’s shoulders jumping in shock.

She throws her eyes up at mine and tries to stifle down her squeal of fright, but it’s too late, I heard it and the darkness curls in my stomach. Her fear is delicious, thickening my cock with just one doe-eyed look.

“U-um—” she shakes, jiggling her perky tits in that fucking dress that I want to rip from her small body and fit my hips between her legs.

There’s a tighter place that I would rather fit in.

“Answer me,” I growl.

Her big blue eyes are glossy, damn near tears as her lips tremble.

“M-Mina, your majesty.”

Fuck, such a sweet voice as she smells just as good. Standing so close to her enables me to take in the details of her face and intake as much of her scent as I want, I just know how soft her body is going to be.

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