Liliana's smile widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Of course he won't. But that's where my clan comes in. We give them what they want—within reason—and in return, they give us what we need. And with you at the helm, there's no limit to what we can achieve."
Her hand moved to his thigh, her touch firmer now, grounding him as she leaned even closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper, soft and intimate. "You are the eldest son, Lorryll. You are Kaezhlar's future. Your father may not see it yet, but once you make Avyaburgh yours, he will have no choice but to recognize your strength. And I will be by your side, ensuring that no one—no rival sibling, no opposing force—can stand in your way."
Lorryll's lips quirked into a faint smirk. Her confidence was infectious; her unwavering belief in him was a balm to his troubled mind. He placed his hand over hers, squeezing gently as if to acknowledge her words without fully voicing his gratitude.
Liliana's smile turned playful, her fingers tracing small circles on his thigh. "You carry too much tension, my love," she said, her tone teasing now. "Always so serious, always so focused. You need to learn to let go once in a while."
Her hand moved higher, her intentions unmistakable.
The shift in her demeanour was sudden yet seamless, her calculated charm giving way to something more primal.
Lorryll's smirk deepened as he met her gaze, his dark eyes blazing with a mix of desire and amusement.
"You always know how to distract me," he said, his voice low and rough.
"It's my duty as your wife," she replied her tone light but her actions anything but.
She dropped to her knees and unbuckled his pants, holding out his flaccid member. She looked up at him as he put his hand over her face, slowly caressing her cheek. The glint in her eyes made him aroused, and his member got hard instantly.
Liliana smirked as she stroked him, looking him in the eye. Lorryll felt her soft hands; he pushed his fingers into her mouth, and she started to suck them. And she continued doing so until he was hard.
Then she moved gracefully, sliding onto his lap, her gown pooling around them as she wrapped her arms around his neck and started riding him.
The carriage swayed slightly as it rolled over uneven ground, but they paid it no mind.
Their passion grew, and their movements were bold and unrestrained. The walls of the carriage seemed to close in around them, cocooning them in their private world. Orıginal content can be found at NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Outside, the rhythmic clatter of hooves on the dirt road continued a steady backdrop to the intensity within.
The Kaezhlar knights, ever disciplined, rode in silence. Their expressions remained neutral, their eyes fixed ahead as the carriage's faint movements and muffled sounds reached their ears. Years of service had trained them to ignore such matters, and they adhered to that training with unwavering focus.
The captain of the guard, riding closest to the carriage, allowed himself a small, knowing smile. He had served the Kaezhlar family long enough to recognize the dynamics at play.
Lorryll and Liliana were an ambitious pair, their marriage as much a political alliance as a personal union. Whatever transpired within that carriage was of no concern to him, so long as it did not interfere with his duty.
The procession moved steadily forward, the city of Avyaburgh growing closer with every passing mile.
Above, the sun began its descent, casting the sky in hues of orange and gold.
Inside his modest room within the sprawling Kaezhlar clan estate, Jolthar sat in a chair by the small wooden table, holding a plain clay cup filled with milk.
The room was sparsely decorated—a bed with a simple quilt, a sturdy wardrobe, and a tall window letting in the dim light of the evening.
As he took another sip, the creamy richness of the milk was oddly comforting, a habit that harkened back to his childhood. He set the cup down on the table with a sigh, staring at the swirling patterns in the liquid as his thoughts drifted.
His first thought was about the money; it was the driving force, even in this world too. Currently, there is no specific need for him, but he needs to think of something to gain a foothold for himself.
When he talked with Nora, she mentioned that she had her ideas to earn money. He needed to go meet her again and see if she was interested in doing business with him. Well, she certainly seemed like a capable girl to him.
The knock on his door startled him.
Jolthar frowned, wondering who it could be at this hour. He stood and moved to open the door, only to find Lady Maena standing there, her arms casually crossed and an amused smile playing on her lips.
"Lady Maena?" he said, blinking in surprise. He stepped aside to let her in, unsure why she would visit him here, especially unannounced.
As she entered, she walked to the table, and her gaze landed on the cup of milk on the table.
She arched an eyebrow, then chuckled softly. "Milk, Jolthar? Really? I was half expecting wine or ale from a man who stood his ground against Lorryll today."
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, unsure whether to feel embarrassed or indignant. "I'm not much of a drinker," he replied defensively. "And besides, milk keeps my mind clear."
Maena laughed her voice light and teasing. "Clear for what, exactly? Planning how to stand against another Kaezhlar heir, perhaps?" She stepped closer, her tone dropping slightly, almost conspiratorial.
"You're full of surprises, Jolthar."
He smirked, leaning casually against the table, though his heart quickened under her gaze. "And here I thought surprises were a bad thing in the Kaezhlar clan."
"Not always," she replied smoothly. Her eyes sparkled as she moved a little closer, her demeanour both commanding and disarming.