CHAPTER 112
“I need to fall asleep tonight with you in my arms.”
I stand still as I think. The annoying thing is, I know exactly what he means.
“Nothing sexual,” he adds.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Hell. You don’t even have to kiss me. I just want to be here in the same room with you.”
I smirk and snatch my pajamas from him before I exit the bedroom and enter the bathroom to change.
Moments later, I am back to find him in his briefs standing at the foot of the bed.
I smirk, shake my head and pull back the covers. “Are you trying to entice me?”
“Totally.” He raises a brow and puts his hands on his hips.
My eyes drop down his torso and then snap back to the bed. “It’s not working,” I mutter to myself.
“Much.”
He smiles warmly as if relieved that we just shared a joke. I feel my heart skip a beat.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
“Would you like a drink, my love?” he asks.
I nod.
He disappears into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water before he climbs into bed next to me.
I take my water from him, sip it, and put it onto the side table. He then wraps his large arms around me.
I smile with my head on his chest as his lips gently dust my forehead.
It feels good being here with him. It’s like a homecoming, and we lie together in silence enjoying each
other’s presence.
“Goodnight, Twinkle.” I smile sleepily.
“Goodnight, my love,” he whispers.
And, for the first time in a long time, I drift into a restful, peaceful sleep.
My beloved Princess.
Each moment I am away from you is torture.
The Princess walks across the field of the grand gardens with her visitor. Prince Edward from a
neighboring village has come to call. They have met on several social occasions and her father, The
King, has invited him here today. The men are starting to circle around her. At twenty years of age, she
is nearing the time for marriage. The sun is beaming on her face and she is enjoying her mid-morning
walk. Her hands are clasped in front of her while his hands are linked behind his back. He is not at all
attractive, but the Princess is humoring her father because she is going to ask for his permission to
marry Alchron soon. She is unsure how she is going to get that permission., but she will be Alchron’s
wife. Her strong mind is set. Nobody else will do.
“Can I accompany you to the ball at the end of the month?” Edward asks hopefully.
“I am unable to attend.”
His face falls with disappointment.
Guilt fills her. “I am sorry.”
Edward turns to her and takes her hand in his. “I have a tender for you. I would like to see where it
takes us?” His hopeful eyes search hers.
“Get your hands off her,” Alchron snaps from his place on his horses back.
The Princess jumps back. “Alchron,” she whispers. Where did he come from?
He jumps from his horse and stands in front of them. The Princess’ heart flutters at the sight of her
virile creature. Large, muscular, and dominant, just like his love making. Every night, for six months,
they have been lovers and not the gentle type of lovers, either. They’ve taken each other with passion
and aggression. He takes what he wants when he wants it. He has gently taught her how to make love
and she has rewarded him with her unbridled desires. He can have her anyway he wants to, and he
does.
“Do not dare touch the princess.” He growls.
“Alchron,” she whispers again. What is he doing? He will ruin her marriage plans if the king
becomes suspicious of their love.
Edward smiles sarcastically. “I was simply asking her majesty to accompany me to the ball. Settle
down.”
The princess’ eyes widen. Edward has gone raving mad and must have a death wish. Nobody speaks
to Alchron like that and lives to tell the tale.
Alchron’s furious eyes hold his. “Let me make myself clear… The Princess is unavailable for
courtship.”
“I don’t think-” Edward cuts him off.
“If you dare ask for her companionship again, I shall have your heart on the end of my sword.” He
growls, unable to contain his fury. How dare he make a move on his woman. Nobody gets to touch her
but him.
The princess’s eyes widen in shock.
Edward stands still for a moment as he assesses the situation. “Very well,” he murmurs before he
scurries back to the house.
Alchron’s breath quivers as he tries to regain composure and he stands with his back to her.
“Alchron,” she whispers.
“Don’t!” he snaps. “You do not entertain other men.”
She hesitates as she stares at his back. “He is a friend.”
“Who I am prepared to kill.”
“I love you,” she whispers.
His dark eyes hold hers. “I will not lose you.”
She smiles softly at her protector. “No. You will not.
The sound of my suitcase zipper wakes me from my deep slumber and I frown as I look around my
darkened room. Alastar is dressed and at the end of my bed closing my suitcase. I sit up to rest on my
elbows and frown.