KING IN THE NORTH
chapter 46 you're mine

Like the other nights, Olive sat at the end of her bed, the more it felt like waiting for death.

He still did not understand what he was thinking, shouldn't he still hate him.

Although maybe King Alzov hated her because she was Claire's daughter, but in his honest residence Olive still could not hate the man.

Behind his hard face, Olive knew King Alzov had something warm deep down there, far away where he wouldn't let anyone touch him. Impossible, however, because he remains the ruler of the North who was born not to humble himself for the sake of apapu.

It's hard to understand how Olive can believe it, even though everything feels right when they are together, but every time she feels abandoned by King Alzov's arrogance.

If all was just part of the wrong dream he should have woken up. Not all will in time be forgotten, and the North has gone even further, just as his hope will never come.

By the time Olive wanted to give up like this all those thoughts were making Olive nauseous.

From the beginning he should not believe and dream of anything, repeatedly Olive reminded himself.

Maybe because tired until finally without sadat Olive was asleep on the edge of the bed curled hugging her small body.

King Alzov did not want to disturb the girl's sleep, her face looked tired and her skin was a bit pale. King Alzov thought without daring to touch it even though the desire was very tempting.

For him Olive still deserves a normal life. Later when the girl realized everything, surely she would immediately hate herself. But King Alzov believes their time is still long enough to forgive each other later...

Olive's body nearly shivered as the late autumn wind gusts touched her skin. Olive woke up and found her window open.

His eyes looked around, looking for a figure that might be standing there. Although Olive's last memory of a female snake that suddenly appeared in her room at that time was still very terrible to imagine, but this time she was not afraid, it was as if Olive could already feel his presence.

"Why don't you turn off all the candles My Lord.." whispered Olive in silence, she saw some candles still burning. Of course because King Alzov still wanted to see the girl's face while asleep earlier.

Olive still found nothing until a black shadow began to appear under the dim moonlight that was half covered in clouds. Slowly his silhouette began to appear clear, standing not so far from him. This time Olive got up to approach him first.

King Alzov was in front of him, in front of Olive.

Honestly King Alzov did not understand the girl's reaction, Olive still looked at him without any expression of pleasure or anger. Until quite close his soft hands began to hit and claw his chest which was still unmoved. As if there was a stifled anger he tried to convey the girl, but King Alzov was still standing stiff, waiting for Olive to finish venting his frustration, and the blow did not hurt him at all.

Olive had only stopped for a moment with a breath of fatigue.

"If I could get that demon out of there!" one palm of Olive's hand still trembled touching the chest of the man before her.

Kin Alzov was still standing unmoved, but in the hardness of his heart he sometimes thought, if only he could be a man, just a man... The simple thing the girl in front of him wanted, but she knew it wasn't possible.....

"That's not me, you know that," asserted King Alzov.

Of course he is still King in the North whose name alone makes a thousand soldiers daunted, expecting him to be an ordinary person is just an impossible dream, Olive knows that.

Whenever Olive was fed up with the aristocratic arrogance of the Northern King.

"I hate you, I hate you so much" cursing Olive, tears began to fill her clear, foggy eyes.

Olive grabs King Alzov's hand and takes him along to touch his stomach.

King Alzov's arm muscles stiffened instantly, his chest fluttering as he felt something throbbing there. And this time his eyes were fixed on a pair of Olive pale blue Netra that was like a melted glass wrap.

"He's alive."

King Alzov realized that the little heart beating was the result of his actions.

Maybe karma does exist, and this time King Alzov just understood what it was like.

"Sial Olive, looks like you're gonna make me break my own vows."

Now then what was different about him and Ramolus that he called the traitor. But, Fuck...!!! for King Alzov who seems to choose not to care.

With his two arms he lifted Olive's light body back onto the bed, laying her down gently and carefully. Olive's dark hair expanded over the stretch of silk, looking beautifully draped framing her innocent soft face. An impossible young girl to resist.

King Alzov was still staring at Olive's pair of blue eyes, though he knew that no one could stop him this time. Making himself fit for the young girl was certainly not something easy for King Alzov, too many things he had tried to endure all this time, but this time he knew the young girl would stick with him.

Olive started biting her own lower lip, preventing her from yelling and waking everyone up. 

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Olive was still asleep when King Alzov's hands again felt her stomach was still flat.

It's almost morning, and King Alzov shouldn't be in his room.

King Alzov only realized that the pair of blue neutrals were already staring at him.

"Tomorrow is my marriage, but you just make me not want to live again until that day," Olive felt desperate for letting herself give herself back to the wrong man.

King Alzov stared at her, Olive recalled how the pair of pitch-black neutrals could warm up as they were together ....

"Actually we can go" King Alzov could indeed ignore everything, but this time it was Olive who shook her head.

"It's like I can't live with a creature like you either."

Suddenly King Alzov was back on top of Olive's body which was still lying plain. Olive could feel both of King Alzov's clay arms pulsing. There is anger that is difficult to digest, Olive tried to get rid of the thought but it feels useless, because instead she is getting stuck there.

"First I can't kill you, second I will take you away even if you refuse," and only this time King Alzov felt his decision was right.

Not only because of the growing flesh blood there, but because he really only realized if, Artur was right.

Happiness is possible .. if we choose it.....

 Like the simple happiness he had imagined a few minutes ago, and suddenly now he was willing to die for it, even though death was just a figurative because in fact it would not be that simple for him.

"No! " reject Olive remained firmly shook her head....

"Don't turn me down !" King Alzov tries to intimidate back.

"Look, you're going to keep doing it until I'm tired of living just waiting for your promise." Olive said.

Olive still vividly remembers the first night King Alzov asked her to be together, and it was that promise he was still trying to hold until this very second.

"You have every ability to obey your desires, instead I can only wait for your mercy every time."

That's why Olive felt it was just going to be a difficult relationship going forward.

King Alzov seemed to think, and it was a wonder that Olive still remembered the simple promise, but there was a great happiness that King Alzov suddenly felt from it ....

Maybe Olive just didn't realize what they were now.

"You can have me, forever...!"

The Kingdom reiterated.

Olive was still looking at him to think but it seemed like the man had already re-taken his body without giving it a chance to refuse.

Forever......

Perhaps even Olive has not properly understood the meaning of forever.

Olive just wanted to touch it, her soft fingers down every inch of the incredible beauty that can be from such a charming creature.....King Alzov and all his perfection.

"Looks like you're gonna make me a traitor and a thief."

During this time Olive was actually also curious how every time King Alzov could come and go through the window of his room.

Without waiting for the girl's approval, King Alzov snatched Olive's body and took her to jump through an open window.  Instantly Olive felt a gust of night wind as her body slid down, unlike freefall or being thrown down from the window, as her movements were light and just as King Alzov's body again carried her on the ground. Olive still did not understand humans could do that, like an eagle that moved quietly without having to flap its wings. Olive only realized that he was the eagle, this time she stared at a pair of dark Netra King Alzov.

BLACK EAGLE....

Olive recalled a black ink pattern on King Alzov's back that resembled sharp claws or perhaps pointed wings. 

"How did you get on? " maybe that's the dumbest question King Alzov ever heard.

"You're very curious,"

Olive sure almost saw the hard face smiling, and something warmed up from the corner of her frowning eyes. Somehow she could still look so amazingly charming with such an amused expression.

Olive hugged him back tighter and nodded slowly ....

King Alzov again took him jumping, not to the height of his room tower but enough to make Olive understand. Even more surprising turns out this time they landed on the back of a horse.

A large black horse, not at all like any horse Olive had ever seen.  King Alzov took off his robe for Olive, making sure the girl leaned comfortably on his lap before then jerking her horse saddle, and the creature carried her gliding through the darkness of the forest like a black bullet.

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