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Eyes peeking through the still heavy lids of her lust borne and passion filled night, Rosaliá woke up to the lingering scent of everything that she had experienced yesterday. Her lips curved up coyly as she felt the cold linen sheets under her finger tips while her body warmed up at the thoughts of what else had happened there.
Laying on the futon, her head turned to look at the male who was responsible for every good feeling that she was feeling right then. His eyes closed shut, arm wound around her waist over the wrinkled duvet that protected them from the bitter cold, Jungkook snored softly.
It was surreal to see him so calm after how aggressive he had been the previous night. And to think that it was all because of his fear of losing Rosaliá, had the woman feel even more important.
She must have done something really worthy, perhaps saved a nation, for her to receive a reward as precious as to be the lover of such a dignified man. The permission to just be by his side was reward enough but she was loved by him. To an extent where it drove him crazy even to think of her in danger. That's what he had told her all night while making love to her in their proximity.
Cheeks blazing at the memory of her first time with him, Rosaliá turned just a bit so that she could clearly see his face.
He was in deep sleep, probably because he had spent all his energy in pleasuring the two of them, and also it was a couple of hours till the break of dawn.
Hands reaching out to hold his face tenderly, she rubbed her thumb on his chin, just where his mole sat like the beauty it was. Smiling at how innocent he appeared while in slumber, Rosaliá forgot just what she had come there for.
Four months ago, if she would have been told that she would be irrevocably in love with the Prince of the land that she was visiting, she wouldn't have given it much thought per-say of how idiotic it sounded, delusional almost.
But the heart knows where it belongs. And it would always return to its rightful place.
"I am sorry..." she whispered softly cuddling the sleeping man as his face rested on her semi exposed bosoms.
"I am sorry for lying to you. And I am sorry for making it so hard for you." She spoke in the wee hours.
"Would you forgive me," she inhaled deeply before continuing, "if you knew just how barbaric I have become?"
Her question would have made Jungkook addled if he had been awake and she was aware that he would ask more till he found clarity, but she was also aware that his life would be in more danger if he knew anything more than he already did.
It was a felony that he had to see her fighting and that he was also probably aware that she wasn't just some ordinary governess who had come to aid the Princess. His lack of interrogation had made her doubt if he knew everything already.
