I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 34

Ira’s Pov

The uniform is a bit too large. But it doesn’t matter. I only need it to escape. Hopefully Lior is waiting for me outside the gates and Linda won’t betray us again.

It’s almost midnight and most of the palace residents are asleep. There are barely any guards within this building at night, except those that will be guarding the basement door of course. I have the perfect plan to get past them as I saved most of the food that Linda brought to me as super. I will pretend to be a servant delivering food to one of the prisoners under the request of the kings. No guards would dare the orders of the angel kings.

I pull the yellow dress off my body only for my ears to catch sounds of footsteps getting closer to the door. I manage to hide the servant’s uniform under the bedcovers before the door opens.

My heart nearly stops at the sight of King Tiras striding into the room in night robes completely open at the front.

Holy bright heavens! How could a person look so enticingly beautiful? My mind briefly forgets myself and all sense of manners as my eyes feast on the sight of the King’s bare torso. His ripped chest and abdomen look like a work of art, and he has left it all exposed like a gift for our eyes.

Isn’t it a bit late for him to be strolling the palace in robes?

Suddenly I remember… I have no dress! How did I forget that I am almost naked? My inner garments barely covers the amount of skin I would like to hide.

I grab the yellow dress and quickly put it back on again. Will I be punished for standing in my panties in his presence when he walked in without a knock? And when he himself is showing almost an equal amount of skin?

His skin is flawless however, devoid of ugly, yet-to-heal scars. One could get traumatized by just looking at the marks on my back. I look back at him, wondering if I should bow in respect.

He looks at the room with a disdainful expression. I bet he wonders how I can choose to live here instead of in the opulent guest chambers of the main palace.

“I am sorry I forgot to knock.” he surprisingly apologises. I bet he does genuinely regret walking in because my skin is an awful sight, thanks to them and their pretentious queen.

Did he have to show up here tonight of all days? Why couldn’t he have come earlier? Oh yes, he

“What do you want, your majesty,” I ask.

I would be on my way out of here if he didn’t come in. I am not sure how long Lior is willing to wait in the cold of night.

Did their witch say she wouldn’t be making it here by tomorrow? They must seeking to keep me calm and quiet until she arrives. If I argue with the angel he won’t leave this room. So for the first time since they brought me back, I pretend to be convinced by their lies.

“Can I sleep here just tonight? I need space to mourn my father,” I calmly ask despite the fact that I am fighting an urge to claw at his eyes.

A smile graces his face and he sigh deeply. “Okay. We will give you all the privacy you need tonight.” He takes a hold of my right hand and places a peck on the back of it. “We will help you apply the creams on your back tomorrow. Then we will introduce you to our council,” he adds before turning to finally leave.

I sigh in relief after the door closes. Thank God I won’t be here tomorrow to go through what he has mentioned.

I pull off the yellow dress again and slip on the servant’s uniform. It’s baggy as I expected but not too bad to make anyone suspicious. I add a head scarf that partly hides my face before picking up the plate of food I didn’t eat. I tiptoe my way out of the room but relax my shoulders as soon I set foot on one of the hallways that lead towards the door to the basement.