Sarah Moore

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  • Chapter 34 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore 34  Sirona’s Schemes "I-Intercourse?!" Daphne echoed in shock. Instantly, the color of her face changed to that of a beetroot― so red that it was borderline purple. "Yes," Sirona breezily replied. "Magic fatigue paired with physical exertion would harm most people. And that's the case with His Majesty." "Physical exertion?" "A problem commonly found in newlyweds," the doctor said impishly, watching as Atticus seemed to twitch on the bed. Queen Daphne's face had gotten even worse, if that…
  • Chapter 33 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore 33  A Great Actor "Atticus! Don't die!" Daphne lamented as her hands tenderly cradled his face, willing him to open his eyes, but he remained unconscious. She cursed herself for not treating him more kindly when she had the chance. Now it could be too late for her to make amends. Why was she so stubborn and cold to him? "What happened? Why is he suddenly coughing up blood?" 'Because he's a dramatic little shithead,' Jonah thought, internally rolling his eyes at Atticus's performance. If Daphne…
  • Chapter 32 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore 32  In Sickness & In Health Jonah immediately leaped into action, jumping into the water to pull Atticus out. "Your Grace! Atticus! This isn't funny!" Jonah yelled as he tried to pull Atticus up from the water. However, Atticus was heavier, and he seemed to slip out of Jonah's hands. He slid further under the water, as though he was a puppet with his strings cut. Seeing this, Daphne panicked further and leaped into the bath. She grabbed Atticus's body to steady him, desperately trying to shake…
  • Chapter 31 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore 31  Frozen Heart It was the heat of the bath. It just had to be. There was no other way Daphne could explain the way her cheeks warmed, or how her heart started racing in her chest like they were part of a race. Her face felt like it was about to explode with all the blood rushing to her cheeks. What did he just say? Was Atticus out of his mind or was Daphne finally driven insane and started hearing things? But the look in Atticus's eyes was so intense and passionate that Daphne knew for a fact…
  • Chapter 30 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore 30  Yours Heat rushed through Daphne as she was forced to stare into Atticus' golden eyes. Atticus' body heat and the warmth of the bath had an intoxicating effect on her, and she found herself riveted, staring at the handsome contours of his face. The touch of his fingers underneath her chin burned. "Cat got your tongue, sunshine?" Atticus asked, leaning in even closer. The tiny space between them narrowed even further, and now they were close enough for Daphne to count the eyelashes framing his…
  • Chapter 29 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore The original plan was for Jonah to walk Daphne back to her room. Yet, he hadn't missed the way Daphne would reach up to rub the back of her neck every few seconds. "Actually," Jonah said, "I have somewhere else to bring you first." Daphne raised an eyebrow in surprise but otherwise obediently followed him. They stopped in front of two large doors that Daphne had never noticed before. "The bath," Jonah explained. "It's much larger than the en-suite bathrooms attached to your bed chambers. The water…
  • Chapter 28 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore "Then tell him that, if you have the guts to." Daphne shrugged nonchalantly. "If not, as your new queen, I can have you punished even without my husband's presence." It didn't escape her notice that these two women only confronted her when Atticus was gone from the ballroom. Compared to Cordelia who dared to threaten her right in front of Atticus, they were practically infants. "Are you sure about that?" Veronica asked challengingly, even as she cast a quick look around the ballroom for the King.…
  • Chapter 27 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore Daphne flinched instinctively, expecting a blow to the face, but nothing happened. "I don't think you succee―" Daphne's voice trailed off as a strange feeling began to creep up on her. It was as though she was getting soaked in seawater, and every part of her, from her heels to her stockings to her undergarments were wet. "Do you really think I would aim straight at you, in full view of everyone? Princess Daphne, perhaps that might be your style, but don't lump me in with the lights of you,"…
  • Chapter 26 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore "Then why don't you teach her a lesson?" At these words, Veronica and Penelope nearly jumped in surprise. They didn't expect an eavesdropper, let alone one as accomplished as Marchioness Francessa Seibert. Before she got married, she was Earl Rindwald's daughter. It was an open secret that she was one of the prime candidates for Atticus's wife, since her father was among the first people to support his bid for the crown. She had definitely tried her fair share of buttering Atticus up but the king was…
  • Chapter 25 — Stolen by the Rebel King Cover
    by Sarah Moore "Greetings to the king," Eugene immediately greeted, bowing. Atticus barely inclined his head in response. He was behaving like a badly behaved guard. "Took you long enough." Daphne hissed under her breath. Her nose wrinkled in displeasure; she could smell the stench of other women on him. For some reason that upset her immensely. How dare he come back smelling like a perfume bottle? "Oh, you were waiting for me?" Atticus asked hopefully. Daphne responded by discreetly trodding on his toes,…
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