The Darkest of Truths

Chapter 4

Her lips were on mine before I could say anything else and by pure instinct my arms curled around her in response. I pulled her close, my fingers brushing between the thin fabric to her bare skin and catching stray locks of her soft silvery hair.

I was blissfully getting lost in her, exploring every part of her body with my hands as if it was new territory. Then, when our lips parted, allowing me a chance to undo her dress and let it fall to the floor, I explored her with my eyes and lips. I start at her neck, teasing her until I find I finally nip at that ticklish part at the crook making her giggle.

I loved hearing that laugh

Her shoulders were freckled from the sun, and I smiled.

She's getting outside more

I always worried about her being down here all day without any sun. It was why she was so pale, I was certain of it. Although I couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful her pale skin looked in contrast to my tanned skin. I kissed each freckle on both shoulders before moving further downwards as she worked on undoing my hair. Her breathing became heavier and heavier as I trailed a windy path of kisses from her shoulders to her collarbone then to her chest.

My heart pounded as I started to get excited and it's at this point that she pulled my hair free from the braided bun, letting it fall in a wild mess down my back. She ran her fingers over the messy curls, making sure not to let her fingers get caught in it before encouraging me to be face to face with her again. "You're overdressed" was all she said as she got to work unbuckling the harness that held my daggers. I helped her and allowed the harness to fall to the floor before helping her unlace my leather bodice.

It's moments like these that I hated wearing so many layers, the heat was unbearable with them at times let alone a hassle to put on and take off. But the more layers my opponent had to stab through, the less likely they're likely to actually reach me and anything vital.

Once the final layer of clothing was off, we wasted no time in enjoying each other's company. After a couple of rounds, taking turns pleasuring each other, we flopped back on to the bed, curled up against each other in a tangled sweaty mess.

"That was fun" I said, breathing heavily as I stared up at Wren's painted ceiling. She had painted a beautiful garden for her to stare up at whenever she was with clients, something else to immerse herself in, something happier. I also noticed some new additions to the mural. Art supplies are expensive, one of her regulars must've gifted some to her.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I had a proper lover in my bed. You always were so attentive" she said in response, entangling her limbs with mine and resting her head on my chest.

I didn't say anything in response, just gently dropped my head to the side so that my left cheek rested at the top of her head.

Wren was quiet for a moment too but eventually she lifted herself so that she was facing me. "So," she started, "are you going to tell me the actual reason you visited me today?" she asked, boldly.

Her question startled me for a second, "do I need another reason beyond just missing your wonderful company?" I teased in response, running my finger along the centre of her back.

She gave me a look that said 'don't joke, I'm being serious' and I sighed.

"I got word that I might be recruited for a job a couple of weeks ago, today it was just confirmed" I told her and she perked up. "That's great! You haven't had a big job in a while" she commented but then she saw the expression on my face.

"So why aren't you happier about this?" she asked

"Because the job is from the King"

I felt her go rigid in my arms as the impact of what I had told her began to set in.