A Love Letter

ELORA

I stared shamelessly at the king as we sat in the aftermath of the laugh we shared while talking simultaneously. He still wore his travel clothes like he hadn’t had time to change since we arrived at the castle this afternoon. Dark circles were under his eyes and his hair were rough as if he’d been running his hands through them.

He looked ethereally handsome now but ruggedly so, unlike the usual clean shaven well dressed king he usually was. His dark hair curled and fell over his forehead in an unruly mess that had me itching to run my hands through it recalling how soft his hair was. I pressed my thighs closer together as my body responded to the memory of the scenario that had had me running my hands through his hair.

I felt a hot blush climb upwards from my neck. I truly hoped he didn’t notice.

“Has Noel been to see you yet?” He asked suddenly breaking my train of indecent thoughts.

I nodded, unable to speak for fear I’d say something to embarrass myself.

“How…How are you?”