Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 141: Royal blood

Chapter 141: Royal blood

Mira was startled by Zamian’s words. Her gaze snapped to him, her breath catching as her voice trembled in response. "Please don’t... don’t do that."

It wasn’t that she was entirely against the idea of Zack being killed—he was hardly significant enough to warrant her concern. In the grand scheme of things, Zack was a mere blip in the complex web of their lives. Yet, the thought of her husband involving himself in something so brutal stirred an unsettling feeling deep in her stomach. The notion of violence, especially when connected to her own home, felt wrong to her. But it wasn’t just the idea of Zack’s life being taken—it was the idea of Zamian’s involvement in such an act, something that would forever tarnish him. She couldn’t bear the thought of him stained by something so... so trivial.

Zamian noticed the shift in her expression, and his features softened. He hadn’t meant to let those words slip, and the moment he saw the unease in her eyes, he knew he had made a mistake. Mira was too important to him to provoke her like this.

"I was just joking," he said quickly, his tone light, trying to ease the tension that had suddenly enveloped the room. He reached out for her hand, hoping the touch would reassure her, but he knew it wasn’t the words that mattered most. It was the unspoken understanding between them. He’d crossed a line, and now he had to find a way back to her trust.

But the truth was more complicated than he let on. While he had spoken half in jest, a part of him had been entirely serious. In the dark corners of his mind, he knew he was capable of carrying out such a threat if it came to it. He was more than capable of violence if it meant protecting what was his—what was theirs. But there was one thing that would always hold him back: Mira. She was the one thing he couldn’t afford to lose, and the very thought of doing something that would upset her, something that would cast a shadow on their lives together, made him reconsider everything. No matter how strong or powerful he was, nothing would matter if she wasn’t by his side.

Whatever his wife wanted, whatever she needed to feel at peace, that was what mattered most to him.

Mira finally let out a shaky breath and offered him a small, reassuring smile. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Her voice softened as she spoke again, this time with more control. "This means we would..." She hesitated, suddenly unsure how to continue, and a brief, fleeting thought of Zack crossed her mind. Instead of continuing down that path, she shifted the topic, her mind finding comfort in something more tangible. "We’ll have to inform Zami’s school that something happened, so we’ll take her to the museum tomorrow."

Zamian nodded, the gesture reassuring, as if the same thought had crossed his mind. "Yes," he agreed quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. His mind had already shifted from the confrontation to the practicalities of the day ahead. It was strange how easily they could go from something so serious to something so mundane, but that was the rhythm of their lives. Together, they balanced each other.

The room fell silent, but it was the kind of silence that felt comforting, not awkward. It was the quiet that settled between two people who didn’t need words to understand each other. The only sound that filled the air was the soft, rhythmic beating of their hearts, steady and strong in unison.

After a long moment, Mira spoke again, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. "Would you like to have another child?"

Zamian stilled at the suddenness of her question. It wasn’t that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind before—it had. But the reality of it, spoken aloud, suddenly felt weightier than he had anticipated. Her words were simple, but they carried a depth he hadn’t fully prepared for.

His smile appeared slowly, almost as if it had been waiting for this moment. Surprised, but undeniably pleased, he finally spoke, his voice gentle and filled with affection. "Of course I would like that," he said. "But it would have to be after we return from my kingdom. I want to take you and our daughter—my wife and our daughter—to my palace. It’s been so long."

Mira stayed quiet for a moment. The idea of another child, of expanding their family, brought a smile to her lips, but there was something deeper in her heart. She didn’t want to think of the past too much, especially not the painful memories. The nightmarish fears that had once clouded her thoughts now seemed far away. She had resolved long ago that she was safe now, safe as long as Zamian was by her side. That was the truth that had carried her through everything—the unwavering knowledge that with him, she was invincible.

Suddenly, something clicked in Mira’s mind. Her eyes widened in realization, and she turned to Zamian, almost in shock. Her words escaped her in a soft breath, "Does this mean that Zami has royal blood?"

Zamian was silent for a moment, but his expression softened. He had known this for a long time and had always wanted to take little Zami to his kingdom. His people were aware that he had a wife, but none of them had seen her in person. They’d only seen her pictures online, which wasn’t the same. It wasn’t exactly wrong, but it wasn’t right either.

Zamian had always dreamed of introducing his family to his people. His kingdom, his responsibilities—it all felt distant when it was just him, when it was just his power. But with Mira and Zami, it felt different. He wanted them to see that part of him, the part that he had kept hidden for so long. He wanted them to be proud of him, to understand what they meant to him in every corner of his life.

Finally, Zamian spoke, his voice tender yet filled with a quiet pride. "I want you and Zami to come with me, but it will have to be next week. I’ll take you both to my kingdom and formally introduce you to my people."

Mira fell silent again, her thoughts racing. She hadn’t fully grasped the fact that her husband wasn’t just hers—he was also a king. All this time, she had known he was a powerful man, but she hadn’t realized the weight of the life he had left behind when he chose her. The life he had chosen to build with her.

A smile slowly crept onto Mira’s face as she gazed at him, her heart swelling with a warmth she hadn’t expected. Her mind swirled with memories of their first days together—memories of her pregnancy, of wondering if she would ever see Zamian’s kingdom, of imagining what it might be like to share that part of him. Now, hearing him say it aloud, the realization settled deep within her. She couldn’t wait to take their daughter to his kingdom. She couldn’t wait to share that with Zami.

As her thoughts raced, she turned to Zamian again and remembered how he often called their daughter "princess." The weight of his words hit her fully now. Zami wasn’t just his little girl anymore. She was a princess.

Mira smiled, her voice filled with excitement and joy, "So... our daughter really is a princess?"

Zamian nodded, a soft smile forming on his lips as he watched her. There was a quiet pride in his gaze as he looked at Mira, as though he was seeing her through a new light. Zami wasn’t just their child. She was the heir to a kingdom. She was the future.

Mira’s mind raced with possibilities, imagining how Zami would react when she learned the truth. She wasn’t just Mira’s princess anymore. She was a true princess, a royal by blood, with a destiny that lay beyond the walls of their home.

Mira spoke again, her voice trailing off as if she were deep in thought. "I never really thought a king could also be a CEO."

Zamian raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the question. "Who made that rule?"

Mira paused, realizing that no one had actually set such a rule. There was no reason why a king couldn’t be a CEO, not when Zamian had shown her time and time again how capable he was. In fact, she felt a swell of pride in him, pride that went beyond just his role as a king. He was more than she had ever imagined. She had always known he was a king, but learning how much more he was capable of only added to her admiration. He wasn’t just a ruler—he was a force in every part of his life, whether it was his kingdom or his business empire.

Then, as if curiosity had been building inside her for some time, Mira turned to him and asked about Derek. "What about Derek? I’ve been curious about him for a while."

Zamian’s expression softened as he considered the question. "We’re on good terms now," he replied, his voice calm. Of course, they had been on good terms for a long time, but there had been a period when Zamian had wanted to tell her everything, and she had been gone.

Mira fell silent for a moment, her thoughts turning inward. She had always trusted Zamian, but there were times when she felt like there was so much more to him, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to know it all. Still, she smiled at him as she whispered, "I trust you, Zamian."

And as the silence fell over them again, Mira’s heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of peace. She knew, deep down, that there was so much more to come. But for now, she would cherish this moment—this calm, this contentment. Because whatever lay ahead, they would face it together.

Zamian reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently, the warmth of his touch grounding her. There was a long road ahead, filled with both challenges and triumphs. But together, they could conquer anything.