I just had time to feel the edge of the panic that rose before it all vanished in thin air. Compliant and with a smile, I found myself falling back into the warm and welcoming darkness that embraced me. Deep down and tucked away, I knew I should be worried. I knew I did not appreciate this magic chest growling of his. But then again, it felt so lovely and cozy. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a feeling of freedom. Nothing could bother me, hurt me, or even get to me here. It was like I knew it; my body and soul knew it. So I fell deeper into the soft comfort, embraced the darkness back, and leaned in. Something stirred down here with me, another presence awakening and slowly searching for me. My skin still erupted with goosebumps over my arms and down my back, and the continuous rumbling sound that followed me—vibrated through my chest, making my heart flutter with anticipation, waiting for something. Then I heard her soft voice fill my head. She was calling for me, pulling at everyt

“Why are you so weird? I said I’m fine, and I’m in the bathroom. Have you ever heard about knocking? You can’t just barge in like that. What if I was about to get in the shower or already there?! That would have been wildly inappropriate!” I scolded him while looking at the wall behind him. I’ve never cared much about being seen without clothes like that, but right now, I felt it at least gave me a fair point! He didn’t know me anyway. Grabbing his hand, I literally pulled it off my face; it didn’t work as I planned. My back pressed against the sink, so close I could feel the heat of his body through my clothes. Towering over me, I could feel his intense gaze on me and his grip on my shoulder. “I said stop that!” I intended to brush his hand away as he lifted my hair away from my neck and placed it behind my shoulder. Only to realize I still held his other hand in mine, rather flustered; my hand almost threw his hand while I started looking from side to side. Have no idea what I wa

Surprised by his brazen question, I looked him up and down for a second. I was just trying to figure out if he was joking or not, but the expression on his face was one filled with pure curiosity. “Why would I? “ "I mean, why would you not? I'm rich, have good genes, a castle, a title, and even servants. Also, not to brag, but if you managed to sink your claws in me, people will forever look up to you and love you as much as fear and hate you out of jealousy!" "I get it, you’re a spoiled daddy's boy with a title, but none of these things say anything about you. From what you are saying, I’ll get the same privileges by dating the prince of porcupines or the seaweed princess; in other words, You are nothing special, not even your title." I added the last part with a snarky attitude. The moment I feel like I'm about to figure this guy out, at least a piece of him, he does or says something like this. I know, technically, he is right, But all that will give you is an attention-seeking

I looked at the bed; sure, it was not narrow and simple, but it was not a king-size bed either. I didn’t think it through, but after scanning the bed, I did the same to him. I stared at him from top to toe; he was not a little man! He must be at least two meters tall, if not more, and I think just one of his muscled thighs alone is the size of my waist. Confused, I looked up when he laughed. He threw his arm around my shoulders and led me out of the cabin. “Don’t worry, little human, I’ll make sure you won’t fall off the bed during the night!” Squeezing me and only chuckling when I slapped his chest. I forgot all about this shortly after because we didn’t go right to swim. Instead, we walked around the village. He introduced me to the families, especially the women. I don’t know when, but I’m sure he said something to them before we showed up. However, I didn’t even know how he knew; he never came close to my bag. Every time we appeared, we were greeted with excitement and open ar

Everything seemed to stop: time and space, my frantic heart, and my sassy preschoolers-leveled name-calling. There were only his green eyes, which were sparkling in the dimmed light, intense and so close. I swallowed hard, opened, and closed my mouth like a goldfish on land several times. Our breaths had a pull-and-release game going on; his hot breath brushed over my skin as I slowly filled my lungs and the other way around. The moment was intense, and I had no problem seeing he was angry or, with some luck, just annoyed. I wanted to apologize, but I also wanted to call him an arrogant ass hat and bad-quality snake boots. Maybe this was the moon goddess's way of helping me, making me unable to say a single word and making the situation even worse than it was. Reality slowly kept up my skin, reminding me I had become too comfortable, hammered in the fact that I was a prisoner here. A commoner, in his eyes, was brought here to be a research thing. How could I forget my cursed faith so