Blood Royals Bonus Book: Prince Adryan & the Throne

Prologue

By Lavender Lake...

The prince gripped a handful of the wet grass beneath the grass. His whole body is suddenly stiff, going through the crippling motions of a much needed releases. He made a deep sound that intrigued the young woman beneath his naked body. She used the tips of her fingers to trace the defined muscles on his torso. She felt the bits of sweat as well as his warmth leaving her when he rolled over to lay on his back.

They lay still, in the dead of night, looking up at the starry sky. She is thoroughly satisfied and is not eager for the next part; when he leaves.

Every end of the month, Clover looks forward to her dues and they come in the dark, in the form of a prince who has strayed too far from home. Often she wonders why he chose her out of all the women in the world. She imagines a prince should be spoilt for choice and not limited to a little corner of the world.

"Adryan?" She whispered.

He tilted his head, his eyes easy on her. When it comes to the shallow ambitions women have, Prince Adryan takes home the crown for being "easy on the eyes". His gaze is not at all kind. No. It's not curious either. It's just full of opinions he keeps to himself because he thinks he is a man of few words. Another crown he takes home is for his wicked smile if not his good looks and his sinful body. Prince Adryan takes the crown for every other shallow ambition because he is the kind of man who was created to torment the sanity from any woman with eyes. Clover is not immune to these things.

"My sweet." He whispered in a deep throaty voice; another crown for the prince.

"Why do you do that? Why do you pull away when you climax?"

He ran the span of his hand over his face. The light fresh floral scent of lavender blew past his nose in abundance. It's a scent he has grown to associate with Clover. This is after all their spot. It's not because he prefers it, no. He doesn't like that he makes love to her amidst tall bushes of lavender. He gives in; something he never does, because she likes it here.

"Because I'm not in the business of fathering bastards."

She found his words amusing. He watched her laughing her heart out. His heart beats to her rhythm. She has control over how fast it goes and perhaps the day it will stop beating. He loves her as deeply as he sighs when he sees her.

"But would it be a bastard if it's ours?"

The boat maker's daughter clasped her knees together.

He propped himself up on his shoulder, gazing down at her. The moonlight is bright enough to being out her warm brown eyes. The tips of his fingers moved some stray strands of hair from her face.

"As long as we are not wed..." He left off the thought for her to complete.

"Why aren't we wed Adryan?"

"Because I'm waiting for my brother to make that move first."

Adryan is known for being calculating. Everything he does has been carefully and thoroughly thought through. He knows far too well that his father will oppose this union. That is why he sneaks away to see her. She's a secret. But if Relian marries Mira Adair, the king will be too pleased to care who his middle child marries. After all, isn't it always the middle child who is forgotten?

"What if he takes a century?"

"Then too bad my sweet for we will all be dead." This time she didn't laugh. His smile faded. "Don't fret. This isn't a game to me. I love you Clover and it's my deepest intention to marry you. I swear it on the moon and the stars, I'll make you my wife someday soon."

"Won't that be a spectacle? The Prince and the boat maker's daughter."

"A story to be retold no doubt."

"I should get going." She sat up.

They both got dressed and she folded the blanket as he looked around. Once she was done, he stole a kiss from her lips. "Someday soon, I'll marry you. I promise I'll marry you. I love you."

"You are loved Adryan."