Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King

Chapter 85: A Mess

Chapter 85: A Mess

"Once the kings of old began to fear that there might not be enough of the fabled King's Gold left for future rulers of the beasts, they made a historic and controversial decision. The royal law, which had long allowed the rulers to be buried with their vast treasures as symbols of their eternal power, was swiftly abolished. This decree ensured that the remaining wealth would be preserved, securing a prosperous future for their successors and safeguarding the kingdom's legacy.

Yet, the tombs that had already been constructed, laden with riches and relics, remained untouched. Each burial plot held an unimaginable hoard of treasure, shimmering in the darkness, protected only by time and secrecy. The border region, once a desolate expanse, now carried an almost mythical allure, its soil hiding fortunes beyond comprehension."

Rhaegar paused in his storytelling, his gaze dropping to the princess nestled in his arms. Lorelai's face, soft and serene in the warm daylight, seemed to embody a fragile peace he rarely encountered in his chaotic world. She looked so calm, so unguarded, that he found himself wishing he could wrap her in the coziest of blankets, shielding her from every care, and let her sleep for as long as her heart desired.

Somehow, this moment of tranquility transformed her beauty into something even more profound, a gentle radiance that spoke of a spirit untouched by the burdens she bore.

"Tell me more," Lorelai murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.