Mated To The Wrong Royal

Strange Connection

"What happened," he inquires, still stroking her hair, but her lips fail her.

He permits her to hug him for a while until he finally heaves away and without warning scopes her off her feet, carrying her bridal style. Slowly, he saunters to her room with her, tightly fastened in his arms.

After setting her down on her bed, he veers around to leave, but she doesn't let him. She clasps his hand, giving him pleading eyes, and parts her lips to speak. "Please I want you to stay here"

Lucan is awestricken beyond words by her new demeanor. She has never been this communicative before. Amaya has always been the kind of lady that would do every other thing than plead with him to stay.

"Are you sure you are okay?" he asks again in astonishment and she nods incessantly.

After that affirmative nod, he strides to her closet to fetch a silk night dress. He ambles back to where she lay and instructs her to sit up. "Relax," he mumbles to her. "Let's get this off" he points at her dress.

Amaya doesn't resist as he pulls her already sagging sleeve down. It is slipped off her shoulder. He then does the same to her other sleeve, sliding it down until she is bare-chested. Immediately, she notices how his eyes darkened.

Lucan originally thought changing her clothes would be easy, but as he gapes at those full bosoms, he can't help but swallow hard. Reluctantly, he looks away to gather enough self-control, before looking at her again.

He returns his gaze to her after a while. Her eyes has changed from the melancholy ones he observed before. It is radically different. He's never seen such a sight in her eyes before; a look he can't decipher.

His hands find a way to her dress again and he pulls it off completely. At this point, she is entirely naked, and the idea alone immensely turns him on. It takes the last self-restraint in him to aid her in wearing her silk night dress without touching her.

"Do you still want me to stay?" he asks once more. He wants to remain, but won't until he gains her consent.

A nod from her brings him to the bed and he settles just beside her after taking off his shirt. She places her head on his bare chest, eyes wide open.

He notices this and speaks. "You don't want to sleep?" his voice comes out more gravelly and strained, due to the heavy work he is doing to bear the arousal she caused for him.

"No" she mumbles inaudibly.

"Okay," Lucan nods. At this juncture, he realizes he will have to suffer this torture for an extended time.

"Lucan" she calls out again and he humphs a response. "I want to take a walk tomorrow" she announces.

"The palace garden is ..."

she doesn't let him finish before cutting him off. "Not at the palace garden. Inside the kingdom" she blurts out and instantly notices how he stiffens.

When he doesn't say anything, she looks up at him to ensure he isn't sleeping. No, he isn't, but he chose to ignore her request.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No you did not" he guides her head back to his chest as he strokes her hair delicately. "I can't let you take a walk in the Kingdom?"

"Why?"

"The people" he hesitates. "They can be dangerous"

"During your coronation, you didn't meet with the people?" She asks in confusion because she doesn't understand what he meant by dangerous.

"Briefly," he mumbles. "You see, my father was a cruel king. He turned the people into rioters. They have not a single respect for the royal household. They despise us, just as you do" he states the obvious and Amaya finds herself nodding in agreement. "If they find out the king's mate is out on a walk, they might not be so friendly"