Tangled By Fate

Chapter 542  THE KING'S SUMMON

"Nica, I want to ask you something about Ironin."

When Arthur mentioned it, Veronica looked at him.

"What do you want to talk about?" she inquired.

Arthur arranged thoughts in his head before asking, "When he was around you, did he... look strange to you?"

"Strange?" Veronica was intrigued. "What kind of strange?"

"Any kind."

"I don't think so... I mean, he never talks much and always has a poker face on so that you won't be able to read his mind. He didn't act out of character. Why do you ask?"

"...Nothing, I was just worried."

Arthur sensed that she had no idea about Ironin saving her by making her drink blood. That's why he didn't push it further.

"You worry too much. I'm sure he is all right." Her hand slipped through his parted silk shirt and touched his warm chest. She continued, "Why don't you focus on me?"

Her playful tone made his throat dry. He gulped and gently pinched her chin.

Her playful tone made his throat dry. He gulped and gently pinched her chin.

"Did I not pay enough attention to you?" His voice was hoarse as he spoke, "My bad. I will only pay attention to you from now on."

Eventually, he parted her lips and inserted his tongue. Their tongues played tango as their body collided with each other.

In the blink of an eye, their clothes disappeared and only their heated bodies remained. Veronica's inverted nipples perked up from her husband's playful tongue and fingers' intense teasing.

She cried out in delight. She squirmed underneath him as she yearned for his love. Her eyes brimmed with sweet tears while she oozed out honey down there. When they became one, Arthur thrust deep inside her, touching her G-spot.

"Ahh... Arthur..." Veronica squalled his name. She sank in bottomless pleasure and her nails dug his back.

Arthur's eyes became bloodshot when he noticed his wife moved her waist to match his rhythm. She shook her hips to be one with him in the middle of the air, taking his breath away. Arthur inhaled sharply. He had never felt more alive. He buried deep inside her and sucked one of her perked nipples, causing her body to tremor in absolute delight. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of passion that echoed through the room. Veronica's moans filled the air, a melody of desire that only fueled Arthur's fervor. The room was filled with the sound of their passionate moans and the scent of their desire. They were lost in each other at that moment, consumed by a love that burned brighter than any flame. Arthur's movement got harder while Veronica's nails dug into his bare skin, leaving red love notes. At the most intense moment, she could feel something warm filling her up—a wave of pleasure that crashed over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy. The room seemed to spin around them as they reached the peak of their shared passion, lost in the moment of pure connection. They trembled in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one in a symphony of love and desire. They lay there, breathless and spent, and their hearts were brimming with adoration and devotion.

The night passed as they slept away in each other's embrace. When they woke up the next morning, they were still intertwined, their bodies entangled in a beautiful mess of limbs and sheets. The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on their faces as they exchanged sleepy smiles.

Arthur stroked her supple cheek. She closed her eyes to feel his affection when his lips hovered on her face and pecked on her lips. They exchanged sweet kisses. They cherished the small bit of intimacy they shared, leaving them with nothing but mellow tenderness. By the time they got out of bed, the Elves already finished their breakfast.

They were having breakfast when Urulas came. He apologized first and then announced, "His Majesty requested an audience with the Master of the Magic Tower." "We will be there shortly," Veronica replied. "Thank you for informing us, Urulas."

In return for her reply, Urulas said, "He wants to meet him alone."

Veronica and Arthur exchanged glances. "Did he say why he wants to meet him alone?" she asked.

"He didn't," Urulas answered. His stoic expression didn't reveal what his mind was thinking.

"Very well," Arthur wiped his lips and then stood up. "I'll go and meet him now."

He didn't want to delay the meeting any further. He needed to know what the Elven King was conspiring. As he was about to leave, Veronica instantly grabbed his hand. Arthur looked at her and saw worries drafted her eyes. He took her hand and gently squeezed it. "Don't worry. I won't overreact," he promised. After he left with Urulas, Veronica became restless. Most certainly she would worry because both Arthur and the Elven King were like sleeping lions. Once something triggered them, they would roar. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She trusted her husband but at the same time, she didn't have any faith in his temper when it was related to her. And obviously, both the Master of the Magic Tower and the Elven King would talk having the only interest in mind.

The blessed child.

She entirely lost her appetite. Wiping her mouth with the handkerchief, she stood up. When he left the house, she met Ovior and Felix.

"Where are you going?" Ovior asked, squinting his eyes. "King Erestor Culnámo is talking to Arthur," she restlessly explained. "I don't know what he has to talk to Arthur alone. I simply hope nothing will happen."

"Calm down. I'm pretty sure nothing worse will happen," Felix tried to assure her. "In any case, we have our army ready. King Erestor Culnámo has been known as the wisest being on earth. He won't do anything that could upset you."

"That's true," Ovior agreed. "Even if he doesn't care about the rest of the world, he values your opinion. He won't want to be on your bad side."

Listening to their reasoning, she finally calmed down. Even so, she couldn't let go of the uneasiness she was feeling.

What could they be talking about?