The Devil Judge ? || (ONE-SHOTS)

Author's Note: I divided this chapter in 2 parts, I'll update the rest soon
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"You make me suffer, You make me suffer...".

-Charlie Puth

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️1800'

🔹️Realm of Kings 🔹️
City Of Eagles/Village of the Nathingale.

🔸️Kim Ga On🔸️

I woke up slowly, my mind dripping with exhaustion, invaded by a slight dizziness at the base of my skull, a pain spread throughout my body, as if I had consumed most of my energy somewhere else unknown to me.
I sighed, turning my head slowly, recognizing Kang Yo Han's familiar bedroom, the desk in front of the window that overlooked the courtyard of flowers, the softness and scent of his blankets.
A spicy manly scent, strong and bewitching. New to my nostrils...

Was this perhaps the king's scent?

Not that I had smelled his scent before, but now it seemed to be all over the place.
Is this the aroma that the princess had detected on me?

And for some reason, it was good...
His smell was sweet, so enriched that it clouded my senses, my rational being.

A fragrance I have never sensed before, and it made me feel whole, it made me want to breathe it into my bones.

I sighed, moving slowly between the covers, only to collide with something hard, sturdy. I turned to the other side of the pillows, revealing the king himself, asleep next to my figure, and unlike me, who was under the white blankets, he was sleeping on them, like someone who hadn't had time to undress and get under the warmth of the wool.
He still carried his hunting uniform, woven of black leather, with several straps and belts to embellish it, his muscular arms exposed, as greenish veins beaded. Custom-made black pants tucked into heavy boots.

I scowled, a little surprised, watching him in his sleep, lying on his back, his hands crossed over his chest, decorated with silver and golden rings, his brown hair soft against the pillows. The long, thick eyelashes he had.

And if it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest, he could have passed for dead, or better... A painting, the beautiful and chivalrous kind, where the king slept waiting to be awakened in his glory...

I shook my head, trying to recover from that brief spell, confused by the fact that I now found the king even more bewitching than before.

Was it because he had saved me, or perhaps was it his scent?

I bit my lip thoughtfully.

Did he really like me?
But how, how was that possible?

I hadn't done anything generous to him except despise him and find a reason to repudiate his kind....
Which in short I still hated.... However now in denial...
I leaned over the king, surprised even at myself, when my hand went to rest on his left cheek.
The soft, smooth skin under my fingers. The king's scent under my nostrils. I dropped my eyes to his yielding, outlined lips, captivated by the memory of his kiss, my first kiss that he had stolen with familiarity and arrogance.

The kiss I had promised to give to Soo Hyun when the time proved right, now his instead, deprived of the chance to give it of my own accord.

I sighed again, removing my hand from his face, however as soon as I did, I was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and pushed back down, a soft moan escaping my lips in the process.