The Alien King's Alluring Obsession

Edna

"Queen?!" I muttered under my breath.

Thankfully, I was not going to be the person that would be tasked to ask the questions tormenting the minds of everyone except Killian.

"My King, what do you mean?" Maol asked with an ugly smile on his face.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He was the one that was the most happiest person in the room a few seconds ago. That changed.

His opportunity to climb to the peak using me and Killian's favor was turning over on itself.

For some reason, Maol's face seemed too funny to me.

"I meant exactly what I said. Edna is going to be my queen. Is that too complicated for your brains to comprehend?" Killian sighed in a pretentious manner, "Okay, as your King, the task of making my words understandable for you guys is on my shoulders. Edna is going to rule alongside me till the day I take my last breath. Can you understand my words now?"

The officials in the hall looked at each other with dismay.

Obviously, Killian's current behavior wasn't something they had thought about.

Piercing glares settled on Maol.

The anger and resentment in the eyes of these officials made Maol, a veteran snake flinch.

Beads of sweat trailed downwards from his forehead.

Maol produced an handkerchief from nowhere and wiped his forehead.

"King Killian, I understood your words the first time. Edna cannot be your queen. It is impossible. She is a tribute with no background and family. The position that befits her should be a bedwarmer or a concubine. Your queen can't come from lowly grassroots. Besides she isn't from this planet or our race. She is unfit for anything other than pleasure." Maol tried to outline his points to Killian.

Killian's face darkened at Maol's words. The smile on his lips disappeared.

He leaned forward with a dangerous twinkle in his golden eyes.

"Are you giving me orders? Are you the King or am I the ruler?" Killian drawled, "Enlighten me."

More sweat beads gathered on Maol's forehead.

He looked like a drowned rat.

Killian's oppression of his officials and Maol's distraught state sparked something in me. A part of me was excited.

"Y-you are the King." Maol replied with a trembling voice.

It was clear that Maol wanted to pull himself together. His persona as a tricky negotiator and business mogul flew out of the window. I could understand his plight. Killian's unhappy face was oppressive.

Alas, I didn't feel any of his oppressive aura. He looked normal to me. I have eyes though. I might not be affected but I could see his effect on others.

"B-but, King Killian. It's unethical. Your queen should be a woman of good background, poise and moral standing." Another official spoke up, "Edna doesn't fit that bill. It is not like we are trying to dictate your moves, Your Highness. We are just looking out for you. Your business is our concern. Having a queen that comes from slavery is tarnishing your image, my King."

He had green eyes. His pupils had flecks of gold in them.

His green eyes were vibrant and active. It reminded me of venom and poison. The bed of red hair on his head looked like swaying flames.

His skin looked like a fair human's skin with light green tint to it.

He didn't look young but he didn't look too old either.

He aged gracefully.

Fine age lines branched out from the outer corner of his eyes. The wrinkles didn't make him look old, he looked like a matured man instead.

Killian raised a brow, "Vladan Ostojić, if I needed any input, I would have asked. Or is my visions and opinions not trusted anymore?"

"I didn't mean that your majesty, please forgive me." Vladan bowed as he spoke reverently.

Before sitting down, he sent a look my way.

I had to keep myself from flinching.

His eyes had an unknown light. This eerie light sent a chill down my spine.

I knew this matter was nowhere near finished. He clearly held onto his views. No matter what Killian said, Vladan didn't approve of me being the Queen. His false agreement convinced no one. Vladan's last gaze concealed a lot of messages.

His hate for my existence was among those messages.

I don't really know why hate was directed at me. I didn't command Killian to make me Queen. The shocking news came to me like it did to the officials in this court.

Killian didn't even ask for my opinion. He didn't know if I would agree to be his queen or if I would refuse. He didn't factor my refusal in his decision-making process. He made his decision overbearingly. A red cloud bloomed on my cheeks.

I cleared my throat and looked away from the culprit of my predicament.

Before I turned away, I saw Killian's eyes twinkle with glee.

'Mobster.' I reprimanded him mentally.

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"Court dismissed." Killian said, "Since we have addressed everything before Maol brought my queen, I won't hold you any longer."

The officials bowed towards Killian and his throne before dispersing slowly.

Some of them glanced at me.

Their hooded eyes concealed their thoughts.

Maol turned to look at me before he headed towards the exit.

"Maol, wait." Killian stopped him.

"Your highness?" Maol faced Killian again.

"You forgot something. Where is the remote to that useless thing on her neck?" Killian asked.

His words reminded me of the silver collar.

I had forgotten about it.

I spent a few hours wearing the collar and I got so used to it that I felt like it wasn't present. Habits were scary things. "I'm sorry, Your Highness." Maol bowed.

Maol walked to Killian's throne and handed the remote control to him.

After he gave Killian what he asked for, Maol hightailed out of the court hall. He didn't waste any extra minute.

Suddenly, only Killian and I remained.

Killian pressed something on the remote.

The silver collar on my neck clicked and loosened. Finally, it seperated into two halves before falling to the floor.

I locked eyes with Killian.

When the court was filled to the brim with officials, I entertained thoughts of confronting Killian. I had many things to say to him.

Now, all the multitude of words I thought I would spill in a torrent disappeared. I couldn't muster any words.

We kept staring at each other in silence.

"Edna, come here." Finally, Killian broke the silence.

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The moment I got within Killian's reachable range, his hand grabbed mine before pulling me to him.

The two of us collided softly.

He balanced me on his thighs.

My ears reddened and I swallowed inaudibly.

I wanted to say something but I was interrupted.

Someone barged into the court hall. With the person's momentum, a bystander would think the stranger was the owner of this Court Hall.

I raised my eyes to see the stranger.

It was a woman.

She was wearing compact armor.

Her white skin had a green tint to it. Her flaming red hair flowed past her shoulders to her back and chest.

Bone spur extended from her elbows.

Her red lips glinted with unforced charm.

Her green eyes instantly locked with mine.

She looked familiar.

Then, I remembered who I have seen her features on.

It was Vladan.

She had to be related with Vladan somehow.

"My father said you wanted to take a slave as your Queen. Is this true?" Her voice was calm and cool.

Killian's eyes snapped to hers, "Jelena, I don't want to hear the word 'slave' again. Edna is your queen and I would appreciate it if you accord her the respect befitting her position. I won't remind you of this again." I smelled something fishy.

I glanced between the two of them.

What was going on?