My Crippled Ex-Husband Is An Emperor

Thirsty

“Your hands work like magic. I haven't had a massage this good in years,” Styles confessed, moaning softly as her fingers worked on his shoulders.

“Do not flatter me, your highness. I can only try. I am sure I am not even half as good as your wife,” Heli said coyly.

“Who? Ivory? I doubt she beats your expertise. I haven't even had a massage from her before now,” Styles answered honestly.

“Oh,” Heli moved to his back. “I suppose you're not on good terms? I felt the tension in the room, right from the moment I walked in.”

Styles didn't respond and Heli rolled her eyes. There was still some resistance to her magic. This meant she needed more blood.

“It's okay if you don't want to share. It is really not my business. I know I'm an outsider and I shouldn't even be here…” she paused, waiting for her manipulative words to take effect.

“Do not refer to yourself as an outsider. You are soon going to be an Empress in this great kingdom,” Styles told her.

Heli smiled, “Does that mean you will