Ch. 18th Birthday 32 18th Birthday 32

Chapter 32 

(Lily’s POV) 

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A knock on the door stirred me awake. My head pounded dully, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. 

Moments from last night, and early hours of this morning came crashing over me…The way Zion had taken me, over and over again. 

I wanted to convince myself it had been a dream, but the soreness between my legs and the slow, sticky trail of cum down my thighs said otherwise. 

I turned my head. He was gone. 

But his scent lingered like he’d never left. It clung to the sheets, to the pillow, to me. 

There was another knock. This time, a voice followed.“Lily? Can I come in?” 

It was Zelda, and panic bloomed in my soul. 

I sat up, pulling the sheets tightly around me. “W–Wait! Just give me a few minutes.” 

There was a pause. 

“I wanted us to go for breakfast together,” she said, sounding slightly dejected. “Everyone’s downstairs already. Dad, Mom… Zion.” 

Her mention of his name made my heart lurch. I scrambled out of bed, flinching as the soreness reminded me just how real the night had been. 

“I’ll meet you there,” I called back softly. 

“Okay,” she said hesitatingly, the sound of her footsteps fading “Don’t take forever.” 

I rushed to the bathroom, flicking on the light. When I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I froze. 

My cheeks were flushed, lips a little swollen, my hair was wild, and my skin glowed in a way it never had before. 

Ravena purred inside me, and even Vaelith seemed satisfied. 

I had never felt so… 

alive. 

A squeal slipped past my lips before I could stop it. I quickly brushed my teeth and freshened up, scrubbing gently between my thighs where I was still sticky with his release. 

Choosing a soft lilac dress that fell just above my knees, I hurried out of the room and made my way downstairs. 

The moment I stepped into the dining room, I felt Zion’s eyes on me. 

He lifted his head and smiled briefly, before dropping his gaze back to his plate. 

Everyone was already seated. 

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The Queen beamed. “You look well–rested, Lily.” 

Even Zelda chimed in, “You’re literally glowing!” 

The King gave me a warm smile. “Good morning, Lily.” 

For a heartbeat, I wanted to call them Mom and Dad. The warmth in their eyes, the way they looked at me… it was so genuine, but I swallowed the urge and simply said, “Thank you. Good morning.” 

A maid came over and served my plate. I took a seat directly opposite Zion. 

He winked, and my stomach flipped. 

Zelda launched into one of her enthusiastic rants about a dress she wanted me to try, and thankfully, no one seemed to notice how I barely touched my food. 

After breakfast, I stood to excuse myself. 

“Lily,” Zion’s voice cut through the moment. “Would you come with me to the painting studio?” 

The room went still. All eyes turned to me, and my heart raced. 

“…Okay,” I said softly. 

“I want to come too!” Zelda chirped. 

“No,” Zion said immediately. 

Zelda pouted. “You never let anyone into your painting studio. Not even the maids are allowed to clean there, and now you just want to take Lily?” 

The King chuckled lightly. “Zion likely wants to bond with her. It’s been a long time since they’ve spent time as siblings. Let them be.” 

Zelda crossed her arms. “Fine. But I’m giving you thirty minutes. After that, it’s my turn to steal Lily back.” 

That made me laugh. 

Zion rose and gently took my hand, leading me down the corridor. We walked through some hidden routes, chambers and finally arrived. 

The moment we stepped inside the studio, I felt the weight of silence wrap around us. 

He closed the door and turned the lock. 

The room was clean, meticulously so. Different sizes of canvases lined the walls, filled with stunning depictions of nature; lush forests, moonlit lakes, glowing skies. 

“They’re beautiful,” I whispered. 

He didn’t answer. 

“Close your eyes,” he said instead. 

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I turned to him. “What?” 

“Trust me.” 

Something in his voice made my heart still. 

I hesitated, then slowly closed my eyes. 

He guided me gently by the hand, and led me through a side door. The floor beneath me changed, soft like carpet. Then I felt something behind my knees- a bed. 

He helped me sit down. 

“Now,” he whispered. “Open them.” 

I did. 

And gasped… The walls were covered with hundreds of paintings of me: sleeping, laughing, talking, looking out the window in class. Every expression, every moment was captured in time through his eyes. 

I didn’t know whether to cry or to breathe. 

Zion had really loved me… 

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