13. Blaze in the room

Darius Simard entered the bedroom after taking a relieving shower and, naturally, his eyes dropped on the bed where he was expecting Jane Dover, but the bed was vacant as his heart. His sparkling skin was dazzling white and the odour of his body filled the room with an aroma. He sighed sincerely and laid down on the bed while waiting for her. Tonight, he wanted to talk to her.

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Jane Dover shivered when Dylan Simard looked at her with his horrifying smile and she clenched her fists to maintain her posture.

"Darius is my favourite son because he achieves what he wants to get and so he did. He married you and brought you here is one of the best mistakes, but I am not angry anymore."

Jane Dover gobbled saliva in panic and bit her quivering lips because she was terrorised when it came to Darius Simard.

"In the court where he addressed you as his wife, I could separate your head from your torso in front of him with my sword and he could not do anything." His smirk made her quiver and she broke into a sweat.

"Your sweat is also a pearl... Wipe it off and listen to me carefully."

Jane overlooked him with a sweaty pale face and he looked at her with his dark gaze.

"Your beautiful face has stopped me from killing you. But maybe I won't be able to stop myself in future, so if you want to stay alive, then give me a grandson within a year or else this exquisite body of yours will be stripped naked and disseminated among the bestial men in Winsonland, those who will not only kiss your body, they will also eat it."

Jane Dover stepped back while hugging her chest and tears started welling up in her eyes. She was fluttering as if she was standing in the winter wave without a warm coat. The King smirked at her and she bowed her head, then left the room quickly while wiping her face in frustration. Now she understood the seriousness of Sinja's words when she saw the real form of the king. She knew that now she was caught in a big trap. Seeing the magnificence of the nature of Winsonland, she used to smile every day. Now, the same person was laughing at her loudly. Her head started twitching and every word of the king began to pierce her mind like an arrow. She did not know why she had become so defenceless, but today she came to know that the small window of that dungeon, through which she used to dream of going to the attractive world, was more frightening than the reality of that dungeon. There was death everywhere. There was deception everywhere. There were execrations everywhere. She could not walk properly because her body could not carry the heavy heart and so she backed her body on a pillar and closed her eyes tightly so as not to cry, but the smoke waking from the heart was so pungent that tears left her eyes and she placed her chest on her heart.

The selfish stepfather on the one hand and the cruel king on the other, and Jane Dover, stuck between these two, could not understand what she herself wanted.

When the doorkeeper opened the door of the bedroom and she entered, the room had low light but her heart was entirely dark. She entered the room with a feeling of deep sorrow, but now she needed her husband over there to console her. But it seemed that he had really become mad after seeing her with Vrinda Simard and he was not going to return. After all, it was her misstep. Carrying her broken heart in her arms, she walked towards the bed but when she saw the man on the bed, she put her dismay aside and sat slowly on the edge of the bed. His angular face was tranquil and solemn as he had fallen asleep while waiting for her. She had never seen him sleeping but today it seemed that something good had happened over bad and she could eventually see him. She raised her palm and placed the tip of her index finger on his thick eyebrows.

"Do you know? I was a worthless and failed woman before marrying you. But today, you have enriched my worth by giving me the status of your wife in front of everyone and also the intrepidity to live."

Jane Dover suppressed sorrow inside her heart and placed her wimpy palm on his bright cheek.

"I don't know whether I am more special to you or not, but you are my fearlessness for me. I do not want to lose this courage because I want to spend my life with you. But I am unlucky that I am..." She lowered her eyes and tears welled from the corners of her eyes.

"Is it true?" A deep and seductive voice entered her ears and she looked at him with surprise. Was he already awake? As soon as she withdrew her palm from his cheek, he clutched her wrist and looked at her enormously. His eyes were so deep and subtle that even the stillness of the night seemed noisy. She swallowed saliva and kept looking into his calm eyes.

"Do you view yourself unlucky because you married me?" The depth of his voice was dread and her heart started beating rapidly. He gripped her wrist tighter and pulled her towards him.

"Ah..." It was hurting but she bit her lips while closing her tearful eyes. Her face was closer to his face and he was looking at her without any sign of any countenance.

"Are you so sad about marrying me?"

Jane Dover opened her eyes and shook her head in pain.

"So won't you tell me the reason for these tears?"

His warm breath fell on her face and made her serene. It was true that she was sad and in pain but she did not think that he was the reason behind her dismay.

Then a gust of cold wind hit both of them and in one stroke he pulled Jane Dover towards him on the bed. Now she was below his body in his tight grip and now there was no room to leave.

"Look at me, Princess of Janseng." His words were like stone and she dared to look straight into his red eyes.

"Who gave you the right to play with my heart?"

She widened her eyes in stupefaction.

"It hurts when you become sad. Don't you understand such a little thing?" His heavy but low voice terrified her and her tears stopped suddenly. What exactly did he want to say?

Unexpectedly, he held her cheeks tighter and kissed her possessively. It seemed that he was snatching away her sorrow and she wrapped her arms around his long neck slowly. It was harsh in the starting but soon the kiss turned fiery and wild.

She could not handle herself in front of his potency because he was not giving her a chance to breathe. So much passion was riding on him that he was carrying fire on his lips. His breath was as hot as a desert storm, and Jane Dover had lost herself in that storm. Having completely taken her under his control, he gently parted his lips from hers and gazed at her languishing face with his hefty eyes. Her lips were trembling like a fish without water, as if she was feeling cold, seeing the swelling of her lips, he realized how occupied he had become in swallowing its taste. If this cycle had continued for a while, then perhaps her lips would have been tainted with blood. Even after making her incapacitated, a slight smoke was rising from his heart, which dissolved in his fatty breath and rained on Jane Dover's pale face. When he found Jane Dover hindered, he could not bear her frailty and embraced her by pressing her head on his wide and strong chest. When his hot chest touched his cheeks, he slowly opened his eyes and tried to fill the breath he had missed so that he could live on.

The night was dark and youthful, but on this site, there was a blaze in the room between the two bodies, which no longer wanted to be calm.

Both did not say anything for a long time but words were filled in both of their hearts. Before Darius Simard could say anything, Jane Dover left his arms behind and stood up from the bed slowly. Darius Simard looked at her back as he could recognize her sadness from her back. Jane Dover unhurriedly walked to the stand of the candles and closed her eyes slowly.

"Forgive me."

Darius Simard sat on the bed while looking at her cold back with his calm gaze.

"I am ready to face any punishment." Her voice was hoarse and he understood why she was talking like this. If he wanted, he could cause Jane Dover to forget everything by looking into her eyes, by hypnotising her, but he did not want to make her a puppet of his hand. He wanted to hear her, wanted to feel her...and so he kept looking at her weak back in that thin yellow light.