Forbiddenly Bound To You -
Chapter 154: Always on you
Chapter 154: Always on you
Mira stopped abruptly, her eyes narrowing as the whispering ladies’ mocking laughter reached her ears. A chill settled in the air, a warning of the storm about to unfold. Slowly, she turned on her heels, her ink-black wavy hair cascading around her shoulders, and her royal blue gown swirled around her with regal grace. The fabric shimmered in the dim light, emphasizing her composed yet commanding presence. Her hazel eyes glimmered with a cold intensity as she fixed the group with a piercing gaze, her eyes sweeping over them with unnerving precision.
The entire hall seemed to pause, as though time itself had decided to hold its breath. The whispers and laughter that had once filled the space now faltered, stuttering to a halt. The air grew thick with tension as Mira’s presence commanded attention, her silence louder than any words could have been. It was as though the very walls of the grand hall bowed in deference to her, the elegance of her stature both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Mira took deliberate steps toward the group of women, each movement sharp and calculated, her heels clicking crisply against the polished floor. The sound echoed through the hall, reverberating like a warning bell, loud enough to send a shiver through even the boldest of hearts. The women, sensing the change in atmosphere, straightened nervously. Their previously confident stances began to falter, their smug expressions turning uncertain as Mira’s intense stare held them captive. Their whispers, once dripping with mockery, now seemed to hang in the air like a crime they couldn’t take back.
"Did I hear something amusing?" Mira’s voice broke through the silence, calm yet sharp, each word measured and precise. It carried an edge that made their laughter die instantly, the room holding its collective breath as the weight of her words settled over them. "Please, do share. I wouldn’t want to miss a joke that seems so entertaining." The slight, icy smile on her lips betrayed nothing but the utter control she held over the situation.
The boldest among them, unable to withstand the cold pressure of Mira’s gaze, stammered, her voice cracking under the weight of her guilt. "Oh, Your Majesty... we meant no harm. We were only... having a bit of fun." The words came out rushed, desperate for forgiveness, but there was no mistaking the fear that crept into her voice.
Mira’s eyebrow arched, a subtle yet powerful gesture. Her lips curled into a cold, enigmatic smile that sent a ripple of unease through the group. "Fun? How interesting that your definition of fun involves whispering about your queen," she said, her tone now sharp with a calculated menace. "Do enlighten me—does such behavior go unpunished in your kingdom? Because it certainly does not in mine."
Her words hung in the air like a blade, sharp and unyielding. The ladies’ faces drained of color as they realized the gravity of their mistake. Their hands trembled as they curtsied hastily, their previously composed airs crumbling under the weight of Mira’s authority. They murmured apologies, but Mira dismissed them with a simple, almost dismissive tilt of her head. There was no room for further conversation.
Satisfied that her point had been made, Mira turned on her heels with a grace that could only come from a queen who had mastered both power and poise. Her gown flowed behind her, a trail of royal blue fabric that seemed to shimmer with every step. The hall, once filled with noise, fell into a heavy, expectant silence as she moved away from the group, leaving them to contemplate their foolishness.
She walked toward her daughter, little Zami, who stood nearby, clutching something tightly in her tiny hands. The girl’s brown curls bounced with each step, a stark contrast to Mira’s ink-black locks. There was a softness in the way little Zami stood, her innocent gaze meeting Mira’s with unwavering adoration. Her mother’s stern expression softened as she approached, the cold, regal queen fading into the warmth of the loving mother.
"Mommy!" Zami cried out, her small voice filled with excitement and affection. Her arms stretched wide, eager for the comfort only her mother could provide.
Mira bent down gracefully, her icy demeanor melting as she embraced her daughter, her arms wrapping around her tiny form. "What is it, my little star?" she asked, her voice now gentle and filled with affection. There was no trace of the commanding queen in her tone, only the warmth of a mother who cherished every moment with her child.
"I made this for you," Zami said proudly, holding up a small crown made from delicate golden ribbons. The crown was simple yet beautiful, a piece of her heart woven into every fold of the ribbon.
Mira’s lips softened into a genuine smile as she took the makeshift crown from her daughter’s tiny hands. Her heart swelled with love for the child who, despite her young age, had already shown such thoughtfulness. "It’s beautiful," Mira whispered, placing it gently on her head. "Now I have the most precious crown of all, from my princess." The words carried more weight than Zami could fully understand, but the smile on her face spoke volumes about the bond they shared.
Zami giggled, her innocent joy filling the room. She clapped her tiny hands in delight, her laughter light and pure. Mira stood, lifting her daughter into her arms with ease, her regal grace now blended with the warmth of a mother’s love. For a brief moment, the hall, the kingdom, and the responsibilities of queenship seemed worlds away. In her arms, Mira held the world that truly mattered to her.
The crowd, still in awe of their queen’s earlier display of authority, now watched in silent admiration. Mira’s strength, tempered by her tenderness as a mother, had left an undeniable impression. The powerful queen who had silenced her doubters with a glance now stood before them, her warmth and love for her child shining brighter than any crown or title. It was a rare sight, and one that no one would soon forget.
From his throne, Zamian observed the scene with a quiet intensity. His expression remained unreadable, but the pride in his eyes was unmistakable. His queen had once again proven why she was not only his equal but also a force of her own. She was a woman who could silence the boldest of women with a mere gaze, but also melt hearts with the tenderness of a mother’s love. It was a rare balance, one that few could master, and one that Zamian respected more than anything.
The nightly air was cool as Mira sat beside Zamian, the weight of the evening’s events slowly starting to settle. The celebration had been a success, but there was always the quiet anticipation of what would come next. Zamian gave her a subtle nod of acknowledgment, his eyes silently conveying that she had done well, that she had handled everything perfectly. His approval was not given lightly, and Mira felt the warmth of it settle over her like a cloak.
The night had grown late, the celebration winding down with the soft murmur of guests offering their parting words. The last of the nobles had already taken their leave, the echoes of their compliments and gratitude still hanging in the air. The grand hall, once filled with music and laughter, was now silent, save for the soft rustling of fabric as the staff began to clean up after the event. The guests had left, and the night was finally winding to a close.
Hand in hand, Zamian, Mira, and little Zami began the short walk to the young princess’s room in the royal chambers. The corridors of the palace were quiet, the soft glow of the torches casting long shadows against the stone walls. Little Zami, already fighting sleep, clutched her mother’s gown with one hand and her father’s with the other. Her small, tired eyes fluttered as she struggled to stay awake, the events of the night catching up to her.
The family walked in perfect unity, their bond clear for all to see. It was a picture of warmth and tenderness, admired even by the palace staff who watched quietly from the shadows. The sight of the royal family, united in their love for one another, was something that always left a lasting impression.
When they reached little Zami’s room, Mira bent down to tuck her in lovingly, her hands moving with practiced care as she pulled the covers over her daughter. She placed a tender kiss on Zami’s forehead, her lips brushing against the soft skin with a mother’s affection. "Goodnight, my little star," she whispered, her voice gentle and filled with love.
Zamian stood silently by the door, watching with a softened expression as Mira completed the ritual of tucking their daughter in for the night. His gaze softened as he took in the sight of Mira, his queen, so tender in her role as a mother. It was a rare moment of peace in their hectic lives, and he cherished it more than anything.
As they stepped out into the corridor, the palace grew still, the quiet of the night wrapping around them. Mira let out a soft sigh, relieved that the day’s events had concluded smoothly. She had performed her duties as queen and mother with grace, but now, in the solitude of the night, there was only the quiet of the palace and the warmth of her husband’s presence.
Before she could say another word, Zamian suddenly pulled her close, his firm grip gentle yet unyielding. He held her for a moment, the distance between them narrowing as his lips descended on hers. The kiss was deep and possessive, catching her off guard. Mira’s breath hitched in her throat as her hands instinctively found their way to his chest, her heart racing in response to the intensity of his touch.
Zamian’s kiss was commanding, but beneath the forceful passion was an unmistakable tenderness that made Mira’s knees weak. It was a kiss that spoke volumes without a single word.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was low, a hint of mischief dancing in his tone. "You’ve outdone yourself tonight, my queen," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "But now... it’s my turn to claim your attention."
"My attention is always on you," she spoke sexily, her voice dripping with a mix of desire and affection.
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