It's been two days since we forgave one another, more me than him, but nevertheless. Surprisingly things have been good, better than good actually. Turns out having him around isn't so bad, I mean, just look at him.
Me and my husband are both in bed, watching the stars flicker and jump around the inky night sky, watching the moon glisten its shining light init our window. Watching the frost form on the window. Enjoying each others company in the dim light.
My head rests on his bare chest, feeling him take every breath, feeling his heartbeat get faster when I play with his hair. God, it's really nice actually, to have someone, to have him.
The flickering candle on the nearby table dances as though celebrating the harmony between us, between our words and the silent spaces between them.
His touch, delicate yet sure, cups my jaw, a caress that warms more than just my skin. It's a silent reassurance amidst the quiet conversation that cuts through the tranquility.
"Why did you forgive me so fast, I mean like you blew up at me a few hours before?" His question, a ripple in the otherwise serene pool of our togetherness, prompts me to shift my gaze to his face, seeking answers in the depths of his eyes.
"Why didn't you say that you loved me that night we fought?" I deflect, navigating the treacherous currents of our emotions, steering the conversation toward uncharted, tender terrain.
His smile, a fleeting yet significant curve, holds within it a touch of vulnerability, an admission laced with unspoken truths. His hand, a source of warmth against my skin, speaks volumes without the need for words, a testament to the vulnerability we both harbor.
"I vowed to distance myself, to erect barriers against the vulnerability of affection," his voice resonates, carrying the weight of unspoken sentiments. "But you, you're simply too irresistible to resist."
A shared giggle punctuates the weighty air, a symphony of shared understanding, as his embrace tightens around my waist, drawing me nearer in a silent affirmation of our unspoken connection.
I breathe in the air between us, thick with unspoken truths and vulnerabilities laid bare. The serene moment lingers, suspended in the quietude of our intertwined selves, where words find sanctuary in the silent language of our connection.
His grasp around my waist loosens, yet his eyes remain fixed on mine, a silent conversation unfolding in the depths of our shared gaze. "I never meant to let you go," he murmurs, the admission hanging delicately in the space between us.
A surge of emotions floods through me, a torrent of unspoken desires and fears. I reach for his hand, fingers intertwining in a wordless gesture of understanding. "Nor did I want to leave," I confess, my voice a mere whisper, carried by the gentle night breeze that sweeps through the room.
The candlelight flickers, casting fleeting shadows on our faces as we navigate the delicate dance of reconciliation. His thumb brushes against the back of my hand, a tender stroke that speaks of forgiveness and longing.
"Perhaps we were both trying to protect ourselves," he muses, his voice carrying the weight of shared revelations. "But in doing so, we forgot what we truly needed."
A faint smile graces my lips, mirroring the sentiment that echoes within my heart. "We lost sight of us in the process," I acknowledge, the admission a balm to the fractures that once threatened our unity.
Propped up on my elbow, I gaze into the depths of his emerald eyes, tracing the lines of his features, each one a familiar map I've come to adore. There's an unspoken language between us, a silent admiration that transcends words, a connection weaving its way through the space between our shared glances.
In a mutual exchange of unspoken sentiments, I lean in, drawn by an undeniable gravity, and our lips meet in a union that surpasses any prior encounter. It's not fueled by resentment or desire; it's a manifestation of love, a tender echo of the kiss we once shared amidst the serenity of a lakeside on our honeymoon.
The connection is electric, a symphony of emotions resonating with each fleeting moment of contact. Breathless yet enamored, I part from him momentarily, a smile lingering on my lips as I feel his admiration echo in the depths of his gaze.
"Nikolai—"
"Nik, call me Nik," he interjects between breaths, a playful spark lighting up his eyes. I return the smile, leaning in once more, a surge of affection propelling me forward.
As I draw closer, a mischievous glint dances in my eyes. With a playful yet purposeful nudge, I push him gently onto the bed, positioning myself above him.
"What are you—" he starts, his words interrupted by my playful enthusiasm.
"The kingdom will be expecting an heir, will they not?" I quip, a hint of playful sarcasm woven into my words, punctuated by a mischievous smile as I claim another kiss.
He breaks away, laughter bubbling forth. "You are unbelievable, Arabella—"
"Call me Bell," I tease, a playful wink accompanying the request.
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Tied to the Throne
Romance"It felt as if my parents had tied me to the throne. Tied me to him." - A story of a princess forced to marry a prince. Both of them hate one another, so they think. However, they end up getting a little closer than expected. A love blooming amidst...
