The Azareans often visited the palace, sitting in the living room with the Overlord, and chatted with him for a long time, at the same time casting interested glances at the princess sitting next to him, but Luanlia did not seem to notice anyone except the beloved Rohen, continuing to dissolve in adoration for him. His large, charming eyes, which often changed color from lilac to blue, and his divine beauty made her forget about everything in the world.
He was absent for a long time, and the princess whiled away the time, walking around the luxurious garden, thinking about her first pregnancy, which was already noticeable.
One day, while walking, she was stunned by the sudden appearance of the charming Lariel in a dark purple robe.
"Hello, do you miss home yet?" He asked in a gentle voice, blocking her path.
She greeted him and lowered her gaze, not wanting to admire his splendor.
"I feel good and calm here."
"Deo misses you very much and asked to check on you. He has already learned to fly and dreams of a date with you."
"Why didn't he come himself?"
"Adivaris forbade him to approach you."
"He doesn't come here, so Deo can visit me," Luanlia said sadly, clasping her plump belly with her hands.
"How are your wings? Did they cut through?"
"Yes, everything is fine."
"Forgive me for that kiss, I couldn't restrain myself. I'm used to the fact that I don't know refusal, even the crystal in you didn't stop me from expressing my adoration. Can we remain friends?"
Luanlia raised her eyes: Lariel was awaiting her answer with trepidation. The King's sudden apology touched her greatly and she couldn't hide her smile.
"I didn't want to reject you. It is not easy for me to give attention to everyone who desires me, but I love you all."
A look of bewilderment flashed across the King's face.
"Do you love us all? What did Rohen do to you? You have changed! I remember your words that you don't want to give yourself away left and right... Oh, I see you standing in front of the Xantarian nobility and someone recognized you... Why did you go there? You teased these vamps!"
"It's okay, I'm fine! They are far away and unlikely to fly to Zaria," the princess assured him. "Rohen entertained me so much."
"Who is this guy with pink eyes standing next to him?
"Zarmina's chosen one, tried to talk because he remembers me."
"I'm afraid that Rohen will drag the aristocrats here one by one for his strange purposes, and they will not ignore you," Lariel expressed concern.
"But I'm in a relationship with him, does he really need that?"
"Rohen is a multidimensional magical creature and his actions are unpredictable. You don't quite understand who he is! I can't even explain to you how I see him. It only looks like an ordinary syrinx; in fact, his spiritual structure is much more complex. Nobody knows, including himself, what is in his head. Even the Rulers are tense, expecting some unpleasant changes from him. In addition, he is constantly being played or amused by us. I never wanted the Xantarians to live in my city, and Rohen has arranged everything so that my enemies have entered my home and are now basking in love with the princesses. So, I sincerely worry about you. How did you even end up in his arms? Did he promise you something?"
Luanlia blinked her eyes in confusion.
"No... He didn't promise anything. I myself confessed my feelings to him, and he does not forbid me to meet with Gedeon. He says what a fabulous love we have!"
"Yes, he won't forbid anyone, you are not his wife, but an adopted daughter in the spiritual sense."
"Daughter?"
"Do you know about the Essences invited to the syrinx family? According to the contract, anyone who likes you have the right to use you as a woman."
"Yes, he told me about it. I love winged men and magic. This has been my choice for a long time."
Lariel looked at her with sadness.
"Oh, they also gave you a harem love spell? Now you will be left with syrinxes for thousands of years. And Kamily and I will go to other worlds..."
"No! Lariel! Don't go!" Luanlia suddenly screamed and grabbed him by the waist, looking into his eyes with a burning gaze. "I need you! I like you!"
He, taken aback by her confession, blurted out in confusion:
"What are you doing? I can barely contain myself anyway."
Lariel began to breathe rapidly and closed his eyes, trying to stop the surge of excitement, but his arms themselves tightly clasped the princess. She did not recoil, but, on the contrary, pressed herself even closer to him.
"Love me," she whispered quietly, and he rushed to kiss her, letting out moans of bliss.
Their spontaneous intimacy continued in the King's bedroom, where he hastily moved them both, consumed by a fiery passion for the young princess. He could not explain to himself why such strong feelings suddenly came over him, because he had no intention of making love to a woman with someone else's crystal under her heart, and besides, he promised his son not to touch Luanlia. But the incredible ecstasy tearing through the chest replaced all feelings of guilt - obviously, the princess was endowed with some special attractive force that captured God of Love into inevitable captivity.
Luanlia clung to him enthusiastically, laughing melodiously with pleasure.
"How good you are, Lar! Why did I avoid you? Now I understand why you drive all women crazy."
"Your energy is also so attractive, it's impossible to resist. Is this some kind of gift from Rohen?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, but since you're asking, it means I surprised you with something."
Lariel sat up on the bed, clasped his head in his hands and whispered sadly:
"What have I done? Why couldn't restrain myself, like some kind of youth? I promised Gedeon not to touch you..."
"So don't tell him, and I won't tell."
"He was hoping to meet you today, but instead I dragged you into my arms."
Luanlia jumped out of bed with a joyful attitude.
"Don't worry, I'll go to him now and console him."