The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 28
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sudden, violent pounding on the door threatened to shatter it into splinters. The sound echoed through the chamber like a thunderclap, jolting the air with urgency.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty, are you there? Forgive the intrusion, but I must speak with you at once!”
“How insufferable,” Cassis muttered under his breath, his voice laced with irritation. He rose from the bed with a fluid, almost predatory grace, his movements sharp and deliberate. The interruption had come at the worst possible moment—on the precipice of ecstasy, now cruelly snatched away. Yet, the weight of his crown, the duties of a king, forced him to suppress his frustration.
As he moved, the rush of air from his swift motion brushed against Evelyn’s bare skin, sending a shiver through her. She instinctively pressed her knees together, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and panic. He didn’t see, did he? Cassis couldn’t possibly know… that she had so eagerly, so shamelessly, ruined the exquisite sheets beneath her. Please, don’t let him notice!
Cassis, ever the composed monarch, turned to her with a gentleness that belied his earlier annoyance. His voice softened, a tender contrast to the storm brewing outside the door. “Evelyn, go back to sleep. It seems I won’t return until morning.”
“Yes…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her heart still racing as she watched him stride toward the door, his silhouette framed by the dim light of the chamber. The room felt colder in his absence, the warmth of his touch already a fading memory.
As the door closed behind him, Evelyn exhaled a shaky breath, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The night had been a collision of passion and duty, a reminder that even in the arms of a king, the world outside would always demand its due. And yet, as she lay there, the echo of his voice lingered, a promise—or perhaps a warning—of what was yet to come.
In the blink of an eye, Cassis was fully dressed, his movements swift and precise. He pulled the sheet over Evelyn, his gaze lingering on the outline of her body beneath the thin fabric. The delicate curve of her shoulders, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the awkward yet endearing way her legs curled together—it was all laid bare, impossible to hide. The sight was enough to reignite the flames of desire that still smoldered within him, but he only offered her a calm, almost amused smile. Truth be told, it was a ridiculous smile, one that belied the throbbing heat he was forcing himself to ignore.
Before leaving, his hand brushed gently against her right ear, his touch feather-light yet deliberate.
“Eyes.”
“……”
“Close them. Now.”
His words carried an authority that brooked no argument, a command that left no room for protest. Evelyn obeyed, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Cassis gave her one last glance before striding out of the bedroom. The moment his back was turned, he swallowed a string of curses, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. He hadn’t wanted to leave her like this—not now, not in this way. Whoever had dared to interrupt him would pay dearly. The thought of hanging the intruder upside down by their ankles crossed his mind more than once.
As he stepped out of the bedroom, his expression turned cold, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. He fixed his eyes on the man who had summoned him so urgently.
“What is it?”
To his relief, it wasn’t Lord Yiel standing before him but Lord Laocon. At least it was someone who hadn’t vehemently opposed Evelyn’s presence—a human turned nymph, a transformation that had stirred controversy among the court. Laocon had never been one to openly protest her existence, and for that, Cassis was grudgingly grateful. Still, if this interruption turned out to be over something trivial, Laocon would find himself facing the full force of the king’s wrath. Cassis’s patience, already frayed, hung by the thinnest of threads.
“Your Majesty, it has been reported that Nike will return to the castle at dawn tomorrow. It seems her business in Macris concluded earlier than expected. She sent a messenger hawk just moments ago.”
“…Ah.”
In a world where nymphs were virtually extinct, it turned out that Evelyn was not, in fact, the last of her kind.
Nike.
