(Royal Palace — Night)
(Eva's Chamber)
The palace lay wrapped in silence, its corridors drowned in moonlight and shadow.
Eva slept peacefully, unaware of the presence that slipped into her chamber like a whisper. A shadow stretched across the floor, climbing the edge of her bed. Slowly, deliberately, a hand hovered above her face.
Her lashes trembled. Eva stirred.
Her eyes snapped open.
A hooded figure stood over her.
“AHH—!”
A hand clamped over her mouth before the scream could escape.
“Shh,” a voice murmured urgently. “Don’t scream.”
Her heart thundered as panic seized her. Her breath came fast, trapped beneath his palm.
The man leaned closer and pulled back his hood.
“Ky—el…?” she whispered, the name broken and muffled against his hand, disbelief flooding her eyes.
“Yes,” he said softly. “It’s me. So don’t scream.”
He slowly removed his hand. Eva sucked in air, coughing as she pushed herself upright, staring at him as if he were a ghost.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered sharply. “How did you even get inside the palace?”
Kyel smiled faintly. “I came to take you back,” he said. “Come on, Princess. Let’s go home.”
“No,” Eva said immediately, shaking her head. “I don’t want to go.”
The smile faltered. “Why?”
She swallowed hard. “Kyel… I don’t love you anymore.”
The words hung between them.
Kyel stepped closer. “Let’s leave now,” he said quietly. “Before someone sees us.”
“Kyel,” Eva said, her voice trembling, “did you not hear what I just said? I said I don’t—”
“You don’t love me,” he finished for her.
He reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek with a tenderness that made her chest ache. “I heard it,” he said softly. “It’s alright… even if you don’t love me anymore.”
His voice wavered, desperation bleeding through the calm. “Just don’t leave me,” he whispered. “Please....”
“I can’t,” Eva said, shaking her head. “I can’t stay with you.”
She forced herself to meet his eyes.“I’m marrying the Emperor.”
“Why?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Why him? Why are you choosing instead of me?”
His eyes glistened as he stepped back, pain written plainly across his face. “Eva… have I done something wrong? Why are you doing this to me?”
“I—I—” Her voice failed her.
“I love you,” Kyel said suddenly, fiercely. “I love you so much. Please stay with me.” His hands trembled at his sides. “I’ll love you more than he ever could.”
Tears burned behind Eva’s eyes. “Kyel… I’m sorry. I can’t.”
She drew a shaky breath. “Let’s get a divorce.”
Kyel’s expression changed instantly. The softness drained from his eyes, replaced by something cold and unreadable.
“No,” he said quietly. “I won’t give you a divorce.”
Eva stiffened. “You can’t stop me.”
“You can’t marry someone else without divorcing me,” Kyel replied, his voice low, controlled.
Eva lifted her chin, forcing strength into her voice. “There’s no need for a divorce,” she said. “We never had our wedding night. Our marriage was never completed in the first place.”
She met his gaze. “I’m not .”
Something dark flickered behind Kyel’s eyes. A slow, dangerous calm settled over his face.
“Then,” he said softly, leaning closer, “I’ll make you first.”
Before Eva could move, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded cloth. In one swift motion, he caught her wrists and bound them together.
“Kyel—what are you doing?” Eva cried. “Let me go—!”
He didn’t answer.
Another cloth pressed firmly against her mouth, silencing her words, followed by darkness as he gently—but decisively—covered her eyes.
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“Mmm—mm!”
Kyel lifted her with ease, pulling her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all.
Eva fought him, hitting his back, her muffled protests echoing helplessly in the room.
He didn’t slow.
He carried her out of the chamber, his steps steady and unhurried, moving through the quiet halls of the palace. Hidden doors opened at his touch, secret passages swallowing them whole.
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(Eva and Kyel's House)
The front door slammed shut behind Kyel with a finality that echoed through the house.
Eva’s muffled protests vibrated against his shoulder as he carried her up the stairs, her bound wrists useless, her body jostling with every step.
He kicked the bedroom door open and crossed the threshold in two long strides.
With a rough toss, he threw her onto the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight, and she landed on her back with a sharp gasp, the silk of her nightgown riding up her thighs.
Before she could scramble away, Kyel was on her—knees bracketing her hips, hands planting on either side of her head, caging her beneath him.
Eva’s chest heaved, the gag still in place, the blindfold still tight across her eyes. She twisted, trying to speak, but all that came out was a muffled “mmm mm.”
Kyel’s fingers moved quickly. He yanked the knot free from her wrists first, then ripped the blindfold away. Light flooded her vision—his face, shadowed and fierce above her. He tugged the cloth from her mouth next, and she sucked in a desperate breath.
“Kyel, what are you—”
His hand clamped around her throat—not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to silence her. Then his mouth crashed down on hers.
The kiss was brutal, hungry, all teeth and tongue. He devoured her like a man starved, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming every inch.
Eva’s mind spun.
Her hands flew up instinctively, shoving at his chest, but he caught her wrists and pinned them to the mattress beside her head, his weight pressing her deeper into the bed.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes were black with want, pupils blown wide, breath ragged. Then he dipped his head again, this time to her neck. His lips dragged over her pulse point, hot and wet, before his tongue traced the sensitive line of her throat.
A shiver raced through her despite herself.
Kyel growled low in his throat and reared back. In one swift motion he tore his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His chest rose and fell in harsh pants, muscles taut, skin flushed.
He reached for the knot at the front of her nightgown, fingers trembling with impatience. The silk parted easily under his hands, sliding open to reveal the lace bra beneath.
He leaned down, teeth catching the edge of the cup. With a sharp tug, he pulled the fabric down, freeing her breast. The cool air hit her skin, and her nipple tightened instantly.
Before she could protest, his mouth was on her—hot, wet, relentless. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the peak, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch.
“Kyel—”
The word was lost in a gasp as his other hand closed over her remaining breast, kneading roughly, thumb and forefinger pinching the nipple until she whimpered. Pleasure and pain twisted together, sharp and dizzying.
He tore the rest of the nightgown away with a single violent pull, the fabric ripping down the center.
She was bare beneath him now except for the soaked scrap of lace between her thighs. His mouth left her breast and trailed lower, tongue dragging a wet line down her stomach. Goosebumps erupted in its wake.
His hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers finding her slick folds. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit, and Eva’s hips jerked upward involuntarily.
“Ahhh…”
Two fingers plunged inside her without warning—deep, rough, stretching her. Her body clenched around the intrusion, a sharp sting blooming into molten heat as he began to thrust, fast and hard, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside her that made her vision white out.
Eva thought desperately.
“KYEL—STOP!” she screamed.
Tears spilled freely from her eyes, blurring her vision as fear finally overwhelmed her.
“It hurts,” she cried out.
Her voice broke. “You’re hurting me…”
Kyel froze.
The sound of her crying sliced through him far more deeply than her words ever could. He looked down at her—really looked this time.
Her face twisted in pain. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her body trembled beneath him.
Horror washed over his features.
He pulled his hand back at once, as if he’d been burned.
“What… what have I done…?” he whispered.
Eva curled in on herself, instinctively retreating, her shoulders shaking as quiet sobs tore from her chest.
Kyel’s heart dropped into his stomach.
he thought.
He lifted his hand hesitantly, reaching toward her, desperate to fix what he had just shattered—
Eva flinched violently. She scrambled backward, sitting upright on the bed, pressing herself away from him as far as she could.
“Please… stop,” she cried. “I’m in pain.”
Something inside Kyel broke.
Seeing her scared of him——twisted his heart mercilessly.
He grabbed the bedsheet with trembling hands and gently draped it around her shoulders, covering her as though it might shield her from what he’d done.
She continued to cry softly, tears soaking into the fabric.
Kyel sat there helplessly, panic written across his face.
“Eva… are you in a lot of pain?” he asked desperately. “Forgive me… please forgive me…”
He reached out again, slower this time, cautious—
Eva flinched once more, her entire body tensing. “Don’t touch me,” she said through tears.
The words crushed him.
Kyel’s hand fell limply to his side.
“Eva… don’t be scared,” he said hoarsely. “I won’t hurt you.”
She shook her head, tears still falling. “You already did,” she whispered. “Now leave.”
That was it.
Kyel swallowed hard, nodding faintly as if he deserved nothing more. Without another word, he stepped back. Slowly, painfully, he turned away from her.
Each step toward the door felt heavier than the last.
Eva watched him leave through blurred vision, peeking from beneath the sheet as he exited the room like a broken man.
The door closed softly behind him.
Slowly, she raised a hand and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
And then—she smiled.
It was faint. Almost shy. Almost guilty.
“Did I overact…?” she murmured softly to the empty room.
Her fingers brushed her damp lashes, her voice light, almost thoughtful. “He must be feeling really bad…”
Kyel stumbled down the last step.
The moment his foot touched the floor, whatever was holding him upright finally shattered. His knees gave out, and he sank hard onto the cold marble, the impact echoing faintly through the empty house.
His fist slammed into the floor.
Once.
Twice.
“Damn it…” His voice cracked, raw and hoarse.
He bowed his head, hair falling over his eyes as his breath came uneven, almost ragged. His chest burned—tight, suffocating—as if something was clawing its way out from inside him.
“What is wrong with you… Eyan?” he whispered, his teeth clenched so tightly his jaw ached. “How could you hurt her?”
His fingers curled against the floor, knuckles white, shaking. The image wouldn’t leave his mind—Eva’s flinch, her tears, the fear in her eyes when she looked at him.
“I ruined it…” His voice dropped to a broken murmur. “I ruined everything.”
His shoulders trembled now. He dragged in a breath, but it only made the pain worse.
“She hates me now,” he whispered, “She has every reason to.”
Kyel stayed there on the floor, unmoving, as the weight of his actions settled deep into his bones—heavy, irreversible, and merciless—knowing that no matter how much he hated himself in that moment…
It would never be enough to undo what he had done.
