Chapter 69

Isadora's  POV.

With no news or development on the Queen's son's whereabouts, the weight of becoming the next queen pressed heavily on my chest. Seeking a moment of solitude in the early hours of the morning,while everyone was still asleep,before the burial, I decided to spend some time alone in the Queen's chambers on the top floor.

Approaching the door, I overheard a voice, crying in a sober tone, saying, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mother. Please forgive me."

Immediately, as I heard the voice, my heart skipped a beat. Just as I held the door handle to open it, a thick voice stopped me in a commanding tone, saying, "Don't. I wouldn't do that if I were you." Despite the warning, there was something about the voice that drove me crazy.

I contemplated for a few more seconds whether to go in or not. The voice repeated yet again, "Go away now, while you still can. Don't say I didn't warn you," thundering with authority.

But I couldn't resist the urge. This time, it had gone beyond mere curiosity. The desire to see the face behind the voice drove me wild. Just as I held the door handle and flung the door open, my face was instantly met with a hot breath of fire that consumed the door and everything in its path, including my clothes.

I screamed loudly, covering my eyes with my palm, the fear of being consumed gripping me tightly. The moment the smoke disappeared, I opened my eyes and found myself standing face-to-face with a figure that sent shivers down my spine. My eyes met with his red eyeballs that had fire blazing inside them.

Still shaking, I managed to ask, "How am I not burnt?"

He had a surprised look on his face as he stared down at me like he had seen a ghost and growled the words, "Mate, my dragon chose you."

I was starstruck looking into his eyes that hypnotized me .The stranger didn't think twice; he pulled my naked self tightly into his grip, wrapping his hands around my hips and pressed his lips against mine in a tight, passionate kiss that made my honeypot drip.

I lost control and reciprocated the kiss. We kept kissing uncontrollably until I suddenly bumped my hips into a table, causing a vase of flowers to tumble down and shatter into pieces. The realization struck me, and I immediately snapped out of it, pulling away, covering my private area instinctively with my hands.

The stranger leaned closer and whispered in my ears in a seductive tone, " Don't be shy, you're mine. I want to lick you ,I want to feel you, allow me to possess you" Each syllable that escaped his lips made my honeypot drip even more. Who was this guy, I wondered; he was so difficult to resist, he had me loosing control and I couldn't even hide it.

I gathered some strength, pushing him backward and said, "Your mother's corpse is lying right there. Have some respect for the dead."

The stranger's face adopted a sober expression as he responded, casting a gaze at the queen's deathbed. "I do, that's why I came here to pay my last respects."

Instinctively, I placed my hands on my hips, and questioned, "What kind of child runs away from his mother as a baby and returns when she's dead?"

He immediately snapped back defensively, staring into my eyes, with a gaze that saw the depth of my soul, responding in a thundering tone, "You don't know anything about me, keep my past out of your mouth," he declared.

I broke the gaze for a moment; it was challenging to look into his eyes and have him act this way. I could tell he was hurt, so I asked in a gentle tone instead, "Care to explain?"

A smirk formed on his lips as he traced a line down my jaw and responded, smiling at me, "It's a really long story honey. I would love to tell it, but it would be rather difficult for me to do so with your boobies pointing straight at my face . I doubt I'll be able to contain the untamed beast that live inside me."

My attention immediately shifted back to my uncovered body as I quickly scrambled, looking for something to put on.

"Here, put this on. This should fit," he said, handing me a white robe he took from the late Queen's wardrobe.

I rolled my eyes and took it from him, covering myself up. The tension was sensual as I adjusted the robe. Finally, I composed myself and met his gaze, my curiosity undiminished.

"Start talking," I demanded.

"It was never my intention to run away from home, but they came for me," he began.

I immediately interrupted, asking, "Who came for you, by the way? You've not even told me what your name is."

He chuckled as he replied, saying, "My name is Fire Lord Golem, King of the Dragons."

A jolt of shock thundered down my spine, but I struggled to maintain composure, swallowing hard and clearing my throat.

"And you?" He asked, piercing me with a gaze that nearly made me lose control, as he further shifted my scattered hair, to reveal my face more clearly.

"My name is Isadora, First Lady of the South," I responded, avoiding his gaze and turning my face sideways.

The stranger got carried away, running his eyes around my body, sniffing me as he commented, "You smell so good."

I immediately interrupted, saying, "That's no way to tell a long story."

He slowly pulled back, replying, "It's so difficult for me to stay away from you."

Just as I was about to respond, Matamoros and a few guards walked up to the Queen's chambers. Immediately, I laid eyes on Matamoros approaching in the distance, a sense of guilt washed over me. Instinctively, I rubbed my neck, casted my gaze sideways, and swallowed my spit.

The stranger noticed my countenance and asked with a concerned look, "Isadora, you're tensed."

I responded in a pleading tone, "That's my boyfriend coming. Please don't do anything stupid."