Unkissed. (Rated R)

41. 🐸

I await in front of the royal bedroom door, angsty to meet her eyes again after what happened last night. My stance is string but my breathing choppy, displeased with myself to contain something as simple as self-control. The feel of her lips against my finger welcomed provocative conceptions, keeping me up all night as I had to continuously relive the aching of my hard dick.

But with being kept up all night, it gave me time to listen intently on the conversations being spoken from above the room, and the strange sounds of whines and cries that emanate from the closed doors. Time Is ticking, before I execute my mission and stain these walls with blood, I need to free the innocents that are caged into these rooms.

There are clicks of dress shoes heard down the halls, and I align my back, ridding my head of the things I will speak on later today when Charlotte and Ray return to the castle. The weak patters of feet click closer until the figure rounds itself to the corner of the hall, in his crisp green attire Patrick emerged, his usual astute expression when he finds my eye instantly.

The silence between spoke volumes, as our eyes were locked until he dismissed himself with gentle nod continuing to walk closer and we were now side by side.

A tension becomes of the hallway, thickening out the air. Just like at the ball last night, we are shoulder to shoulder once again, with him facing the door. "Have you broken any of my requests?" he asks dryly, the rasp of his voice cuts the tension like a knife.

I'm careful to speak.

"Fret not young Nasir, these doors are sound proofed. Well at least the Queens royal room."

I glanced to his face, surveying the sickly detail, since last night he appeared frailer, like the withering tree in the horizon.

"Due answer my question, I don't like repeating myself."

I nodded with a smirk. "The Queen was safely escorted." I say flatly.

"Well, that is your job, isn't it? don't bore me. Did you exceed beyond your boundaries." He turns to look at me, and for the first time I see a dark expression.

I gaze into his eyes, trying to keep hold of his stare, when it falters at the memory of us in the cleaning supply room. I grunted, creasing my brows to look away. "No. Nothing happened between us."

"Good." He nods, "Then I will leave you to it for this morning, King Gunter will be stepping out of the afternoon, and I will be at the Queen's side as she has some studies she must tend to. So, if you have matters you must get to, please use the time wisely. I shall see you at the dining area for breakfast."

The whiff of his cologne fans across my face as he turns away, heading towards the end of the hall with me eyeing his every move, when he turns back to me, "Don't get comfortable here young Nasir. These walls are sealed with sinister secrets, be cautious on what toes you step on."

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Sounds of utensils scraping against plates spears the silence of the dining room, they sit on opposite ends of the table paying no mind to each other, and I perch myself against the wall in the middle with my hand clutching my wrist, avoiding her eyes that discreetly steal glances up to me.

A maid strides inside to refill Gunters drink, blocking him from view, and in that moment, I allowed myself to glance over to her. An instant heat pulsates throughout me when our eyes interlocked with one another. Sitting in all her perfection as she glistens in the mid-afternoon sun, the dough of her chocolate eyes beaming. Until she flickers them down to my lips.

"Thank you." Gunter says in the background, causing us to tear away from each other's gaze.

I shoot my eyes back down to the ground, settling this feverish heat radiating through me.