The Crown's Seduction-Chapter 479: Her Dream

Raul’s hands and mouth worked together, moving from one breast to the other, drawing out more moans from her.

She couldn’t even remember how she ended up naked beneath him. All she knew was the heat of his body against hers and the way his touch made her lose herself in the moment.

As Raul’s touches grew more intimate, Niran felt herself being pulled deeper into a haze of desire. But suddenly, a sharp jolt of realization hit her. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Her heart raced, and a wave of panic surged through her.

With a gasp, Niran’s eyes snapped open, and she jolted awake, sitting up in bed. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm herself. The room was dark and silent, her bedchamber filled only with the soft sounds of her own breath.

She looked around, half expecting to see Raul beside her, but there was no one. She was alone, her sheets tangled around her legs. Her heart still pounded from the vividness of the dream, and she could still feel the phantom sensation of Raul’s lips on her skin.

Niran ran a shaky hand through her hair, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. It had felt so real, so intense, but it was just that—a dream. A dream that left her feeling both vulnerable and unsettled.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on reality. "It was just a dream," she whispered to herself, as if saying it aloud would help her believe it. But the way her body still hummed with the memory of Raul’s touch made it hard to forget.

"Was he playing with me?" Niran pondered as she scanned the dimly lit room, the remnants of her dream still clinging to her. The vivid sensations were etched in her mind, making it hard to shake the feeling of Raul’s presence.

She knew that vampires possessed many abilities, and the thought crossed her mind: what if Raul could enter her dreams? His lineage, with that exordium blood coursing through his veins, could indeed make him more powerful than ordinary vampires.

The idea sent a shiver down her spine. Could he have manipulated her dreams, drawing her into that intimate scenario to toy with her emotions? The notion felt unsettling.

Niran wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to ground herself. The allure of Raul was undeniable, but she had to remember her purpose. She couldn’t let her feelings—or his potential mind games—distract her from her goals.

With a deep breath, she shook her head, attempting to dispel the thoughts swirling in her mind. "I won’t let him get to me," she whispered resolutely. But the image of Raul, with his captivating gaze and teasing smile, lingered in her thoughts, challenging her resolve.

*****

Meanwhile, Raul was in his mist form, silently drifting through Niran’s room. She had been right—he was there, watching, and he had successfully entered her dreams, weaving the seductive scenario she had just experienced. Satisfied with his work, he slipped out of her room and materialized back into his human form once inside his own bedchamber.

There was no denying it now—he was completely captivated by Niran. He had never felt such a pull toward anyone before, and the depth of his feelings for her surprised him.

In his mind, he could already see a future with her—a life together, perhaps even a family. Niran wasn’t just an object of desire; she was someone he could fall deeply in love with, someone who stirred emotions he hadn’t believed he was capable of.

"Who would have thought I’d be capable of falling in love?" he murmured to himself, his voice filled with a sense of wonder. As he sat in his chair, the decision became clear—he wanted Niran to be his wife, not just another passing fancy.

Without delay, Raul called for Butler Moller, who arrived promptly. "I want you to make preparations for tomorrow," Raul began, excitement evident in his tone. "I’m planning to propose marriage to Niran. I want it done in a way a human would desire and appreciate." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Moller, ever composed and thoughtful, nodded, understanding the gravity of Raul’s request. "There are many ways a woman would like it, Your Highness. Human women often appreciate sweet, thoughtful gestures. Perhaps a day spent together, followed by a romantic dinner in the evening where you can propose to her."

Raul considered it for a moment, then smiled. "Do whatever you think will make it perfect for her. I want this to be flawless."

Moller gave a respectful bow. "I understand, Your Majesty. I’ll ensure everything is planned to perfection."

*****

Morning came, and as usual, Niran prepared for her routine of serving Prince Raul. However, before she could begin, Butler Moller approached her with unexpected news.

"You must prepare yourself, Niran. Prince Raul will be taking you with him on a journey today," Moller informed her.

Surprised, Niran asked, "Where is he going?"

Moller smiled lightly. "He didn’t say, but he’s waiting for you in the garden. He wants to have breakfast with you before you both depart."

Still confused but curious, Niran quickly made her way to the garden. There, she saw Raul seated at a beautifully arranged table, the morning sunlight casting a warm glow on everything around him. As she approached, she greeted him politely, as she always did.

"Please sit down, Niran," Raul said with a smile, gesturing to the chair opposite him. His tone was soft yet commanding, and she took her seat hesitantly.

It was the first time she had seen him dining outside. Usually, Raul preferred the privacy of enclosed chambers, but here he was, basking in the fresh air. The sight of him so relaxed and approachable caught her off guard.

"Look at you," he hummed, his smile so captivating that Niran found herself staring longer than intended.

"Let’s eat, Niran," Raul continued, his voice warm. "From now on, you won’t need to prepare my meals anymore. Instead, you’ll join me for every one of them." He paused for a moment, locking eyes with her. "So, how was your sleep? Did you have any interesting dreams last night?"

Niran’s face instantly flushed, the memory of the vivid dream where Raul was so present rushing back to her. She fumbled for words but only managed to lower her gaze, hoping the redness in her cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

Raul’s knowing smirk only deepened, as if he knew exactly what had happened in her dream...