After my bath, I return to Theo’s office. He is still there, thankfully. At least, I won’t suffer from guarding him outside his harem rooms. Realizing that I need to announce myself first, I unconsciously touch my clothes. It’s new. I burned my previous clothes even though I feel bad for it. It is completely fine, but since General Lorant said that the green blood is dangerous, I needed to do it.
“King Theo, I am back.”
“Come inside, Kaiya. It will be cold outside soon.”
I look at the window in front of me. It will be a few hours before it becomes cold, so I stay my ground. Suddenly, the door opens and Theo pulls me inside. Closing the door behind me, he presses his body against me and I hit my back on the door.
As Theo had mentioned, we start to make our way toward the beach late in the afternoon. General Lorant comes with us while saying that the others are already on the ship waiting. However, Theo has a lot of documents to do before he can leave. So, he works on it for a while and left what he can’t finish to General Waluyo. Getting into the port, no citizens are waiting. It might also be the reason he chooses to leave around this time. Fewer people means lesser hassle. We can also leave earlier without the fanfare. It is a very quiet departure as if it is not a King who is leaving his domain. In fact, only two servants are waiting for us at the dock where our ship is anchored. “Your Majesty,” the servant greets. Theo climbs down the horse. He is only wearing a simple white shirt and black pants paired with boots. Rather than a King, he looks like an ordinary citizen, but a bit more handsome. I almost hit myself with that thought. The other servant
I wake up with fingers tracing down and up my spine. I lazily open my eyes and see Theo looking down at me, with his head propped up by his right arm. I am still snuggling against him. He feels warm and cozy. I gaze up at his eyes, not knowing what to say, or how to make sense of all of these. “Maybe, I should always bring you with me every time I travel. We have the most peaceful moments when we travel.” My brows knit and I look away. I remember. I am angry at him for not choosing our child. I remove his arms from me and sit up. I look around and I realize that without my studies, there is nothing to do on this ship until we reach Orttenburg. And that will take weeks of travel. Suddenly, Theo wraps his arms around my shoulder and presses his forehead on my neck. “What do you want to do today?” he asks. I untangle his arms around me and climb out of the bed. I check on the cabinets, dressers, and desk drawers, all the while I can feel his gaze on me. “What are you looking for?” h
I find out that the wind magicians’ names are Elroy, Ami, and Nadif. They all came from Owusu and are trained in combat. However, it’s wind magic that they came to love due to its convenience for navigation. They are all fun-loving people. In fact, once the sun sets, they request me to return to my room, because they want to relax by drinking with Klevon. So, sweaty and tired, I ask a passing maid for a bath inside the room I share with Theo, but she says that it's already done and waiting for me. And that doesn’t bode well for me. Anxious, I peek inside the room. It seems to be quiet so I slip in. I lightly close the door and am about to get fresh clothes from the dresser when I see Theo crouching over documents at the study table. He shifts his attention towards me and orders, “Take a bath and eat your dinner, Kaiya. I will join you in bed later. Let me just finish these papers.” I raise my brows. He is acting as if we are still in a relationship. Nevertheless, I did eat my dinn
He strides towards me and suddenly, he lifts me on his shoulders. I giggle especially when I am being engulfed by his lavender scent. He didn’t speak. We are about to leave the room when I call after the wind magicians with a, “Let’s do this again tomorrow!” Theo slaps my butt as if scolding me. I struggle and grab at his shoulders, but he keeps me in place. “Theo…” I purr. He pauses but then continues walking the deck. There are not many people in it. I can only see one or two as a lookout. But I don’t care anymore, I am too intoxicated to care about the way I am being carried back to our room. “Theo…” I call again. He places me down on the ground with a curious look at me. “You had too much drink,” he admonishes. I grin at him, and suddenly, I leap into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and did the same with my arms around his neck. I feel like a baby, but instead of getting away from my hold, he wraps his arms around my waist and continues walking along the hallway. O
“Is the Owusu library the largest?” I ask Ami, while she is teaching me about navigation. Unfortunately, my mind keeps on getting distracted. I just found out that navigation is something I don’t enjoy. Right now, Nadif and Elroy are taking a break or covering up for Ami’s tasks, while she teaches me. According to her, it will be our ‘bonding’. I just didn’t know that bonding can be so sleep-inducing. “Nope. Right now, the largest library is in Orttenburg. Once we arrive there, you will see why.” “Then, why is Owusu’s library the most well-known? People from Owusu also take pride in it.” “Orttenburg library is the largest. But the Owusu clan has the rarest of books. They are also known to keep forbidden knowledge.” “But Owusu people are muscle-heads, right?” “Captain Klevon for one, is not just a musclehead,” Ami defends. “And you’ve seen Elroy. He’s not the usual, muscular warrior from Owusu. Nadif is a typical Owusu though.” “Your point is?” “Sometimes the Owusu clan will be
I move my hips and grab his manhood. Theo looks at my face as I guide him inside me. I am still sensitive, but I know that he needs it as much as I want him to. So, I let him enter me. At first, he is hesitant, but as I moan at the way he is being pushed inside me, throbbing and huge, he starts to thrust. I grab his head and he buries his face in my neck, while I grab at his butt and spread my legs wider for him. He starts to groan in pleasure and his pace becomes faster. Both our feverish bodies are rubbing against each other, making delicious friction. He releases inside and I make sure that all of him will remain inside. And it repeats multiple times that night. It’s as if our body will not tire of making love over and over with each other. More so, each act becomes more pleasurable than the previous. We are getting used to each other’s bodies again. Memorizing each pleasure point, ensuring that we give more than the other. It’s like a competition of who can give a lot more. Unti
It is already mid-morning when we arrive at the Kingdom of Duran. There are a couple of ships on the dock, most are as big as ours, and some are even bigger. Even on the deck, I can already hear the noise and activity of the people below us. From where I am standing, I can see some of the Kingdom’s landscape. The first area, close to the harbor points, are the establishments, close to the port. Behind those are the residential area and as I look beyond, I notice that the number of houses start to decrease, with some houses far from each other. The castle of Duran, on the other hand, is visible as it rises among the houses, miles away from where we are. Then I feel Theo grab my waist and pulls me closer to him. I am about turn my face to him when he kisses the side of my neck. I jerk at the touch and pull back from him. “Let me—” I start, but his arms only tighten around me and he sniffs my hair. I slap his face which confounds him. I use the opportunity to retreat a couple of ste
As we approach the town plaza, the music and raucous laughter are getting louder and louder. The smell of food is also in the air. It’s cooler now, but it is still warm, that a kilometer of walk makes me all sweaty, including my palm that is still tightly held by Theo. He gives me a beverage bought from a vendor with black hair, black eyes but a fair complexion. Then he buys a very irregular-shaped fried potato with spicy sauce at the top. It is also very delicious. Then he pulls me into another booth selling skewered meat that smells like lamb or chicken. It’s cooked over braziers of charcoal. It’s become very hot, that I removed my coat. I am covered with sweat and he grins at the way I look, probably wet and disheveled in the afternoon heat. So, he pulls me into a shaded area, my hand in his left hand, and his right hand holding the skewered meat. He sits on the bench and pulls me with him. “Are you not hot?” I ask, wiping the sweat off my shoulders. “I am,” he answers, then re