Hi ( ̷ ̷^⩊^ ̷ ̷)
I have seen that there are almost no works about our king of the sun, and as a reader who has searched a lot on many platforms stories about him and I have not found I decided to do mine since last year it has not had many readers and I feel that it is not reaching the right audience so I decided to upload it here to see how it goes
I’m sorry if it’s not well written, English is not my first language I would appreciate constructive criticism if you notice that something doesn’t make much sense, feel free to point it out (ദ്ദി˙ᗜ˙)
Now Louis finds himself reigning surrounded by people, yet profoundly alone.
Disclaimer: This work is not faithful to real history. Many traditions, details, or circumstances arise solely from my imagination. For obvious reasons, nothing written here should be taken as reliable historical information. It is simply a narrative exercise meant to entertain and to empty my mind of all those mundane thoughts that keep me awake at night.
The truth is that I am not seeking great recognition or many views for this story. I know it may only reach two or three people who are genuinely interested, but that is enough for me. This is a project that exists, above all, to satisfy my own need to write. And if in the process I can entertain someone or help them pass the time, then I will have fulfilled my purpose.
Enjoy it, with love,
Lornnaqq
XOXO
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PROLOGUE
I could not believe what I was seeing.
Louis was dancing with someone else.
…
“Because I want you to be mine! Mine and no one else’s, Louis!”
I slammed my mouth against his. It was not a gentle kiss. My lips devoured and scraped at his, drawing blood and tasting it.
“You are mine, Louis,” I whispered. “Mine.”
“I am yours,” he said between kisses. “Only yours.”
I began to undress him quickly. His hands moved across my body as well, tearing the dress from me in haste.
“I am your queen,” I said, tasting his mouth. “Only mine.”
His hands pinched my nipples, and I began to gasp and moan.
“My queen,” he murmured as his mouth filled with my breasts, savouring them. “Only mine.”
I watched as he knelt, pushing my underwear aside.
“I’ll show you how a bloody king eats his queen,” he said before pressing his mouth against me.
His tongue moved slowly, licking, and a sharp wave of pleasure rose through me, making me gasp for more.
