Sins Of A Forgotten King #1

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3. King Noah


My eyes shifted to the side as King Noah cleared his throat. He gave me a tight smile as I slowly moved my eyes away from him.

I am still processing how I ended with some tea and delicious desserts and, at the same time, having the king to my right and the sinner at my left. But then, I unexpectedly shift my curious gaze towards the so-called stranger, or should I say, King Zion?

“Is the tea not to your liking?” King Noah suddenly asks, making me jump on my seat.

“Uh, it’s all right,” I said, looking down at my now cold tea. My finger slid around the rim of the porcelain cup.

It was nerve-racking being here. Both of them have kept their gaze on me for the last half hour. Yes, I’ve been half an hour here, and I am dying to leave. But I can’t find the will to ask him if I could go.

Earlier, when he asked me on the plaza to join them, I realized I was dealing with them. On the spot, I quickly apologized and declined his offer. But, of course, it didn’t work. King Noah ordered me instead of offering again. I had no choice but to oblige.

“So you are the saintess everyone talks about,” King Noah said as he took a sip of his tea.

“Yes,” I said, lowering my head.

“What’s your name?” King Noah asked. I looked up at him; an expecting gaze full of curiosity is what I could see.

“Mila,” I answered and returned my attention to my tea. “May I ask why you called me?”

King Noah chuckled but quickly cleared his throat.

“Well, I decided to invite you over because of Zion,” King Noah said, shrugging his shoulders.

I sat baffled, staring at him. The three of us didn’t utter a word, and the single sound was coming from the birds chirping close by.

We were in the palace garden having tea. While I blinked his way, I heard the one to my left clear his throat. What was with them?

I honestly was uncomfortable. Shifting on my chair, I clear my throat as well.

“I don’t intend to be rude, King Noah, but I would like to leave. I left my little sister in the plaza,” I explained.

King Noah sighed and let go of his cup. His gray eyes were moving towards his brother, who looked bored with us. I kept waiting for an answer, anything so I could stand and leave.

“Would you care to come over tomorrow?” King Noah suddenly blurt out.

My eyebrows furrowed as I threw him a questioning look.

“Sorry, your majesty, but I have work to do,” I bluntly answered. “I need to help the people.”

King Noah nodded, and a smile crept up his porcelain skin.

“It’s all right, we can have them coming over. Better said, let’s get it ready. I shall see you tomorrow here, and the people will know they are welcome to come and get their blessing here,” King Noah said, standing.

I followed suit and stood up. But, unfortunately, I was losing all manners and stopping him abruptly.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not a good idea,” I retorted while gripping the napkin in my hand. “I have a strange way to work, and I’m better alone. I don’t want to be disrespectful, but I prefer to decline, also,” I said and glanced sideways. “The people won’t come over.”

King Zion scoffed next to me and stood up, throwing his napkin on the table and throwing me a deadly glare. All the commotion from earlier had me losing sight of how handsome he was.

“She is right; then people won’t come. Let the saintess go,” King Zion spat with anger. I frowned his way. He was making me angry.

“Yes, that you do,” I spat furiously.

King Zion stopped and turned back around.

“What did you say?” King Zion asked as he closed the gap between us.

My body should be moving back in fear, but instead, I stood in place with my head high. I was so mad right now; I didn’t care who he was. He didn’t know with whom he was messing.

“You heard me,” I grumbled. King Zion scoffed again and looked down at me.

Mumbling something incoherent, he threw a glare towards King Noah and turned to leave. I watched him throw his long hood over his back and walk away.

“It seems you have caught my brother’s attention,” King Noah said, distracting me from my small rant.

“What?” I spew, making King Noah chuckle.

“A saint that’s feisty. I am curious to know more of you,” King Noah said and bowed. “I expect you here tomorrow, saintess.”

I was about to answer back when he looked at me and winked. My jaw clenched, and I forced a smile on my face.

“A carriage is ready to take you back, Lady Mila. Have a nice afternoon,” King Noah whispered and walked away with his men.

I stood angrily while fisting my hands. Then, hearing someone clear their throat, I glanced over my shoulder and found a servant waiting for me.

“Shall we, Lady Mila,” the old man said with a warm smile. I let out a sigh and nodded his way.


“You got to tell me what happened, sister!” Aria screeched for the fifth time. I scrunch my nose in distaste. It was annoying having her all over me questioning me about my short and hateful trip to the palace.

“Nothing interesting,” I answered.

“Oh, that’s a lie! Was King Noah handsome that close? Are you going back again?” Aria asked.

My head throbbed. I just arrived twenty-five minutes ago, and I haven’t even been able to get changed into something comfortable.

“So? Tell me!” Aria begged, pulling my arm.

“ENOUGH, ARIA!” I yelled, making her flinch. “Enough, I don’t wish to speak of it.”

Aria groaned and stumped her way out of my room. I sighed and sat down on my bed. Thankfully upon our return, my mother was not home. If she had been here, she would be questioning me. But I know I wasn’t still saved.

Once she returned, Aria would open her mouth.

I groan, annoyed, and let my body fall on the mattress. The bed creaked as my body collapsed.

I started thinking about the mistake I had made. How in the world didn’t I figure who that guy was?

From the moment we met on the market and held his hand, I knew something odd about him. Frowning at that thought, I sat back up, and my frown deepened.

“So that was his hand?” I mumbled while biting my nails.

King Zion was the forgotten king of the kingdom and the sinner that everyone loathes. Since small, my mother told us stories about the royal family. Who they were and who King Zion was. The king that once ruled but eight years ago disappeared because of what he did. At first, he was a nice and humble king. He cared for the people’s wellbeing and fought for our lands, but what happened which made him change?

I rubbed my forehead and stopped thinking about him.

“Let’s go for a walk,” I said, taking off my dress and finding something more suitable for my walk. Then, letting out another sigh, I grabbed my cloak and headed down.

By the time I was back from my walk, my mother had returned.

“Mila, answer me. Is it true?” My mother questioned as I blinked at her with furry.

It seemed I became the talk of the kingdom.

“Yes,” I said and turned around, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing some water.

“And?” My mother asked impatiently.

“And what?” I said, gulping my water.

“What did the king want, Mila?” My mother said desperately.

I was getting bothered with all the questioning.

“Nothing, just asked me if I was the saintess,” I said and put the empty glass down. “He asked me to go work tomorrow to the palace.”

“He WHAT?” My mother suddenly yelled as I turned around, eyes wide, and looked at her, surprised. Why did she react like that? “Did you decline?’ My mother asked.

“Yes?” I frowned.

“Good, you’re not going, Mila. You hear me?” My mother said as she paced the kitchen floor.

“That’s fine for me,” I shrugged. “Now, can I go to my room?”

“Yes,” My mother waved. “Tomorrow, we won’t go to the plaza. It’s best if you just meditate somewhere in the woods, do your thing.”

I raised an eyebrow and nodded. I had no problem with her request; it was better for me.

“Goodnight then,” I said as my mother just nodded.

Closing the door of my room, I leaned my body against it and groaned in frustration.

“What else could happen?” I mumbled on my own when suddenly something tapped on my window.

I frowned but dismissed it.

The taping sounded a second time which this time I looked up. It was on the second floor of the house. Maybe it was a bird?

I heard the tapping two more times. Curious to see, I tiptoed slowly, careful not to scare whatever it was. As I approached the window, something hit the window hard. I got angry and threw the window open.

“Hey!” I groaned in a low voice. As I peeked out, something hit my forehead, making me lose my footing. I stumbled backward and fell on my butt. “What the hell!”

I heard someone’s muffled voice. Then, rubbing my forehead, I hear something.

Looking up, I gasp but then scowl.

“What in the damn world are you doing here?” I spat as I watched my uninvited guest.

“Seriously, how can you call yourself a saint?” King Zion said, shaking his head.

“How could I not when a stranger decides to jump through my window?” I retorted.

King Zion rolled his eyes and fixed his hood. My eyes shifted to his hand that had a gloved.

Distracted, I don’t notice something in front of me. I quickly moved my eyes and found King Zion offering his hand. I slapped it away and got up from the floor.

I dusted my clothes and looked at him.

“Why are you here and like a thief,” I asked.

“I was close by, so decided to visit,” King Zion said, moving his eyes around my room.

“Lost something sugar?” I snapped his way.

King Zion scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“So? Are you telling me your reason for this premature visit?” I said and turned around. I offered him a seat, but he stayed put.

Taking a seat on my bed, I smiled at him and threw him a what are you waiting for? The look.

“Are you coming tomorrow?” King Zion said after some seconds.

I chuckled lightly and answered bluntly, “No.”

King Zion stopped looking on my shelf and turned to look at me. A small creased on his head.

“Why?” King Zion asked.

“I don’t want to, and I decline the offer. Also, I think you said earlier it was best if I didn’t come over,” I said, throwing him a pointed look.

King Zion nodded and turned his attention back to my bookshelf. I studied him. From behind, he had a broad shoulder with a long neck and long legs. My eyes shifted down and stopped where his buttocks were. It looked firm as well as his thighs.

My mind started wandering on how his stomach would look when I heard him clear his throat. I blushed a deep red and lowered my face.

“What?” I snapped.

“Come tomorrow,” King Zion blurt. I snapped my head up and searched for something to tell me I heard him wrong.

“Excuse me?” I questioned him. Was he serious?

“I said come over to the palace,” King Zion repeated. I stared at him but then burst into laughter.

“Oh my, I’m sorry but are you fucking serious?” I said as my smile disappeared, and I stood up. “Sorry, but I won’t be going, King Zion.”

I move my eyes up and down. King Zion was quite tall.

“I think I was clear enough. I’m not going to the palace, so tell King Noah that I decline. That’s why you’re here, right? Your brother sent you,” I said, chuckling in disbelief.

Now I was understanding. It seemed King Noah did want me to go but to send the sinner to my home.

“My brother didn’t send me here,” King Zion snapped. I scoffed and looked his way. He looked serious. “I came on my own.”

My lips twitched, but I quickly composed myself.

“I don’t care. I still won’t go. Now, if you could please leave, I’m tired and need my rest,” I said as I walked over to the window and showed him the exit.

King Zion stood in the same place he was. There was something I couldn’t comprehend from him, and it wasn’t delightful.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, he finally sighed.

“Fine,” King Zion said as he climbed the window. He looked out and then glanced my way. I raised an eyebrow and gestured him to leave. “I’ll be picking you up,” he said and jumped out the window.

I gasped, annoyed, and looked out, just to see him land down safely. But, instead, I groaned and slammed my window shut. Then, staring down at him, I saw mischief look before he dashed into the woods.

There was no fucking way I was going back to the palace.

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