Roselle was escorted by Elijah to their dinner venue located at the top of the gigantic wall. As she emerged from the stairs, Roselle was surprised at the sight that welcomed her.She halted before she could even reach the last step and took a sweeping look around. The empty watchtower where they stood yesterday now looked very different. There was now set up, a table and a couple of comfortable looking chairs in the middle of the area. Lamps circled the top of the watchtower's wall and an intricately regal candelabra was in the middle. The table was already set with fine china and laden with sumptuous food that made her mouth water slightly just by glancing at them once over.Roselle could hardly believe her eyes at the romantic setup. Her eyes then fell to the man who was sprawled in one of the armchairs there, gazing upwards at the dark space as if he were seeing something else others could not see. He had the air of relaxed confidence of the King of darkness as he sat on his thron
- SWORDThe next moment, David and Levy and the rest of the soldiers joined in a united front as they pitted themselves against him. Utterly speechless, Roselle could only watch.Romeo was intense. Even though his eyes remained grey, they had turned quite dangerous and challenging. Everyone attacked him and the intensity she had sensed in the air a while ago dramatically increased. The atmosphere became even heavier as the fight intensified.Romeo's eyes could barely follow what was going on anymore. All she could see was Romeo, looking like Lucifer as he smiled wickedly while fighting his own men."Geez," Roselle heard a heavy sigh coming from behind her and when she turned, she recognized the man with the golden earing and long blonde hair named Zolan.He smiled at Roselle and then stood next to her. Roselle had felt this before but this Zolan seemed to possess something other Werewolves did not seem to possess. Like Romeo, he gives off a different manner of aura, the kind that alm
"Maybe, Reed can teach me?" she added when Romeo remained quiet. She heard Reed was the best in swordsmanship among the elite of Romeo's men. It occurred to her belatedly that it would not be good for her to ask Romeo to teach her personally. Her reasoning was because the man was just too strong, and she was sure he had other more important state matters that needed to be attended to.But unbeknownst to her, what she suggested just made Romeo's face turned a few shades darker. His gaze immediately flew towards Reed. 'Reject her.' he mentally ordered. 'Politely.'Gods… Reed groaned inwardly nearly unable to hold back from rolling his eyes before he smiled sweetly at Roselle."Forgive me My Lady. But even though I am good, I'm a bad teacher. His Highness is actually the best choice among all of us. He's a very good teacher." Reed politely gave his excuse while buttering up his Lord. No harm singing his Lord's praises in front of the Lady, as he still wanted to keep his hide.Roselle loo
It was snowing quite heavily so Romeo had Elijah set up their meal in their quarters. Roselle was already seated at the table when Elijah suddenly appeared again and apologetically informed Roselle that the prince would not be joining her for their supper."Something suddenly came up so he can't join you for the meal, Your Highness. But he did promise that he'll be back in time to sleep here." Elijah r,elayed the information from his prince, keeping his tone as neutral as possible."I understand Elijah. I know he's very busy. I'm already happy that he had joined me for dinner." She smiled at the butler and seeing the warm and sweet smile, Elijah did not try to explain any further. He could tell that the princess truly understood the situation and was glad that the royal couple managed to come to this stage that they could understand each other enough to avoid more misunderstandings. He did not think he would be able to survive his prince's wrath should any more misunderstandings occur
"You're so exquisite, my love." He said, his gaze worshipfully running across every curve and dip of her delectable figure. But he stepped away. "Get into the water first while I undress. It's cold."Even though Roselle unusually was not feeling cold at all, she took Romeo's hand and let him help her into the tub. She quickly lowered herself until all of her was submerged except her head, in the hopes of hiding her naked body in the water. The water felt too hot on her already feverish skin.Roselle could see him undressing from the corner of her eyes, but she did not dare turn that way to look and confirm her thoughts. She instead resolutely fixed her gaze at the fireplace, trying to calm herself from the seemingly growing fire inside of her. What was going with her, was she having a fever? But it did not feel like the fever she normally get…"Wife," his voice pulled her attention back to him and she absentmindedly turned her head towards Romeo."Hmmm? What is…" she replied distracte
Roselle supported her weight on his shoulders and rose to her knees when Romeo stilled under her. She was too dazed to realize the primitive hunger dancing in his eyes."Ro–" she couldn't even complete his name because Romeo suddenly moved and grabbed her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up slightly as he buried his head against her torso. Roselle felt his forehead a feverish contrast as to the cool span of her upper body, helping her clear her muddled head a little."Roselle… oh, god…" his tone was grave, his eyes were passion-drowsed as he cupped the soft shape of her breast with his one hand. He gently kneaded, squeezed it while his mouth kissed her throat.His hands began to explore her body, on and on, she felt both his light and heavy touches alternately everywhere as if he were determined to leave nothing untouched and unexplored."Ro…" Roselle moaned and gasped and strained at his touches and kisses. The strong hands tracing over every nook and cranny of
"Roselle, stop –" Romeo chocked on his saliva as he was incredibly turned on but had to force himself to hold back for her sake.She squeezed him gently and all he could do was groan. His hands that held her, the hands that was supposed to stop her trembled. This was bad. He wanted her so much it was killing him. He didn't want to stop her. The caresses of her delicate hands felt like salvation. He felt like a person who was dying of thirst in the desert and had finally found that saving jug of water – only to have it held at arm's length. It was so close yet so far that he felt himself nearing insanity.Her lashes lifted as her hands continued caressing him and Romeo sucked in his breath. Her hair had darkened because of their wetness. She was like a moon goddess that had emerged from some mystical lake."This is…" she opened her lips hesitantly. "What a man will put inside a woman, right?" she asked, shy and innocent. Not knowing that her innocent question was the most potent drug t
Roselle's eyes flung open. She was sweating and breathing hard as her wide opened eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling until she managed to get her breathing stabilized. How long had it been since she last had a nightmare? She could not even remember anymore.To the members of the house of Anderson, nightmares were not just some random or normal occurrence. For them, these were taken seriously and were messages of forewarning or signs of things to come.Strangely, it was very rare for the members of the family to ever have nightmares. She heard that there were even some members who had never experienced having nightmares in their lifetime. Roselle however had experienced it once, but that was when she was still a child, so she already knew how it felt.Back home, if one of them would ever have a nightmare, they were required to immediately confess everything that they saw to the head of the family, the dragon keeper. This was a rule of the house that must not be broken, and everyone cou