His Virgin

9-Market

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Lance runs his hands through his hair as he straightens his clothes. We are escorted out by guards and he guides my hand to his arm.

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The market is at full capacity for the Song dinner tonight. We pass through vendors from all over the city. Fine gold, silver, the finest clothes, and the latest trends. A flower shop with dozens of snapdragons that bloom in the area. A vibrant yellow to pink ombre like the sunrise in the morningcaught my eye. Along the table were roses, daisies, and brushes of lavender.

Lance steps behind me brushing his arm behind mine to place his hand on the table. "A dozen yellowish pink snapdragons."

I turned around surprised placing a hand on his chest. "How did you know?"

"I saw you decorate your quarters with them this season."

I gave him a full-blown smile. I have never been happier. He walks the bouquet to our bodyguards while paying the merchant. The market had so many items from all over the region. Perfumes from the desert, vintage potions, and mouthwatering pastries freshly baked.

Lance stops at a pastry stand for a delicious sample of strawberry creme filled cupcakes. As he places the piece in my mouth I take his thumb and suck the tip gently. His eyes darken as his fingers move away from my mouth and he places his thumb with a piece of frosting into his mouth. Tasting me with it. Hot...

Merchants deeper in the market hold more expensive items. I stop in my tracks, Lance bumps into me from behind me. My eyes open wide and my body freezes at a ruby necklace surrounded by diamonds that would match perfectly with my dress tonight.

"Ah, I see you have been bewitched by the Grand Phoenix! It is a regal necklace made of 24 unheated Burmese rubies of 59.38 carats with the highest clarity grade. A need for a regal lady like you.

"Box it"

My mouth drops as I turn around. No way!

"That is too much."

He presses against me his hands behind his back. I feel his arousal grow as he moves closer to my back. He leans his lips against my ear whispering, "Shut up and let me do this."

My panties are a mess. Dripping. The confidence in this man is so aroused in me more than I have ever felt. I smiled and shut up just like he said. I knew he would be the man to take charge. I like it here.

My heart pounds in my chest as excitement and apprehension course through my veins. Lance's audacity never fails to surprise me, and yet I'm unable to resist his charm. His whispered words ignite a fire within me, and I can't help but respond with a seductive smile of my own.

The merchant's eyes widen in disbelief as Lance purchases without hesitation. As the assistant carefully places the dazzling piece of jewelry in a velvet box, Lance turns to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Consider it a token of my affection," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

I blush, feeling a rush of warmth spread throughout my body at his words. I've never experienced such extravagance before, but there's something undeniably intoxicating about being swept away by Lance's bold gestures.

As we continue through the market, I can sense the envious glances and hushed whispers that follow us. Lance's status as a respected noble is well-known, and being seen by his side would obviously cause gossip.

But it's not just about appearances. There's something deeper between us, something that transcends social standing. I was constantly plagued with suitors thrown my way my entire life and hated every moment.

We pass by a stall towards the end of the market when hell unfolds. Two merchants who were in quiet conversation are now in a full-blown fight. Fists thrown plundering each other.

People scatter, trying to avoid chaos in their path. Lance instinctively pulls me closer to him, shielding me from potential danger.

The sound of crashing stalls and the shattering of fragile merchandise fills the air as chaos erupts around us. People scatter in every direction, screaming and trying to escape the growing violence. Lance instinctively pulls me close grabbing my hand, protecting me from any harm that may come our way.

"Stay behind me," he says firmly, his voice laced with concern. "We need to find a way out of here."

I nod, my heart pounding in my ears as we navigate through the crowd, stepping over fallen goods and dodging desperate vendors. Panic grips my chest as I glance back, realizing that our bodyguards have been separated from us in the commotion.

"Lance, where are the guards?" I shout over the noise, gripping his arm tightly.

He scans the area for any signs of our protectors. "They must have gotten caught up in the crowd," he replies, his tone laced with frustration. "We'll have to make it out by ourselves."

We start approaching an alleyway at the end of the market heading toward the palace. We pass watching the market guards rush to deescalate the fights. Something was fishy. Where are our guards?

We turned away down an alleyway away from the stampede of people leaving the markets. As we rushed to the palace our path was suddenly blocked by a man with wild eyes and a dagger clenched tightly in his hand.

His face is contorted with rage, and I can sense the desperation that drives him as he notices our status in clothing. He wore a white collared shirt with wrist ruffles and black hemmed pants with weathered leather boots with polished silver buckles. Surprisingly, it was not a random ruffian. This seems like a setup.

Instinctively Lance steps in front of me, positioning himself as a barrier between the assailant and myself. His eyes narrow with determination and fierce protectiveness takes over him. I remove the small Tanto sword made by the Ghost Clan from my thigh holster. Lance notices and smirks. This guy is fucked as Lance as well takes his gold tactical snake eye sword out from under his coat.

"Give me."

Lance strikes like lightning without unsheathing his sword to hit this man directly in the stomach. The man's eyes bulge and he coughs up blood from the brutal force of Lance. He flies backwards against the store at the end of the alley. He struggles to get back up wiping the blood from his mouth onto his sleeves, constantly falling back against the wall.

"This is not the end," his mustache is soaked in blood as he spits out more blood filling his mouth.

Lance, his eyes flashing with fierce determination, steps forward and kicks the man's dagger away with a deft flick of his foot. "You should have thought twice before coming after us," he growls, his voice low and menacing.

The man, now realizing the gravity of the situation, swallows hard his Adam's apple and mutters something in a language I don't understand. I can sense it's a threat. He raises his hands in surrender, his eyes darting around the alleyway searching for an escape.

Lance doesn't waste time. With a fierce swing of his sword, he slices the man across the chest, spraying blood and clothing shredded through the air. The man falls backward, landing in a heap on the ground, his blood essence seeping into the cobblestones.

"We should get back quickly."

As we approach the palace gates, I can't help but feel dread. Something feels like we are being watched from afar. It's as if the marketplace chaos and the alleyway fight were just part of a bigger plan.

Lance notices my unease and squeezes my hand, his eyes locked on the palace gates. "Trust me," he says softly, his voice full of reassurance and resolve. "We will make it safely."

Would I trust this man? Yes with my life.

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Uh this week has beat my ass. I was hoping to do a double upload this week but became overwhelmed with all the tasks I had to do. I got a severe panic attack and have done nothing but eat and sleep sadly but I did one chapter so hope yay! Hope you loved this chapter.