Separate Crowns of One Heart

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"Micah...," I moan, I open my legs wider for him. He kisses on my neck, taking his time to go down. I weave my fingers through his long hair and—

Long hair? Micah does not have long hair. My heart beating loudly in my ears, I open my eyes and quickly get blinded by the sunlight streaming in from the window. Once I've regained my sight, I let out a sigh of relief when I realize it was just a dream.

Feeling a weight on me, I look down and see the long hair that I was feeling in my dream were locs. The Prince's locs. Slowly, I untangle my hand from his hair.

The Prince's hand is resting on my stomach underneath my nightgown. My worries diminish just slightly at finding that I am still wearing my panties. "Y-your Highness." I shake him softly, trying to wake him. Nothing. I reach under my nightgown for his hand to take it out but he gets the wrong message.

Still asleep, he laces his fingers through mine and pins it to the bed. His head moves from where it was resting on my chest and snuggles into the crook of my neck. Skies...

"Your Highness." I can hear the panic in my voice and he must too because he springs up in alarm.

"Yes?" He looks around before seeing me lying on the bed beneath him. "What are..." His gaze trails to where our hands are still enclasped. "Heavens." He quickly releases me and moves away from me as if my body is on fire. I sit up and pat down my hair as I am sure it is sticking up in places. The Prince awkwardly clears his throat. "I'm sorry."

I shrug. "We survived the night." He nods and rubs his arm. "You don't think we...?"

"No," he answers hastily. "I think we would know if we did." Hopefully.

"Good. Well then..." I climb off the bed, picking my robe off the floor to cover my body with. "I am going to shower." I do not know how long I will need to shower to get the Prince's scent off me but I'm guessing it will be a lengthy one. I go into the bathroom and close the door behind me.

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𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 

𝐈 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐡. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

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When I get out of the bathroom, the Prince is gone. On the bed, an emerald gown is laid out along with the keepsake box and the crown from the Prince. I suppose I am expected to wear it every day now. I pick it up and study it. If only it was as comfortable as it is pretty. I place the crown back down and only then do I notice the envelope tucked beneath the clothes.