𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

73 || AWAITED INVITATION

𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 – 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕙 𝕒𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE | AWAITED INVITATION
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

"Some tea and she'll be fine."

Storm turned his attention to Sophia's sleeping form, her peaceful expression as she gripped onto the thin fabric of his shirt. "One day." Or maybe two. "I don't want her getting unwell."

Olga paused. "How bad is it?"

"Last night she was running a high fever and kept having nightmares. She's a bit stressed."

Olga sighed. "Did you give her chicken soup-?"

"Of course."

"Tea-?"

Storm rolled his eyes. "I'm not a barbarian."

"Jam-?"

"Sitting on the menu of her breakfast tray as we speak."

Silence followed and he was once again forced to remember their conversation. "I'll keep her safe." As promised. But not because he'd promised it, because it was what he truly wanted.

Sophia let out a groan and leaned deeper into his touch, her gaze fluttering open and locking with his snowy eyes.

"If she finds the time, can she call me today?"

Storm ran his thumb down Sophia's nose bridge before giving the tip of her nose a little pinch. "That's not up to me. But I'll put in a word or two."

'Who are you talking to?' Sophia mouthed, taking his hand and pressing a kiss against his palm.

Smiling, took her small face in his hand and shut her up. "Later, Olga. The princess has awakened."

"Wish her a good morning-!"

Storm ended the call and threw his phone away, removing his hand from Sophia's face and finding her huffing with her reddened nose. "Your grandmother wishes you a good morning and asks if you can call her later."

Her lips tugged, teeth descending into her lower lip. "Yeah? You could invite her over-"

"You're sick, Sophia."

"I'm fine." She quickly stood up, so fast that there was a slight sway in her movements. "I'm much better today."

He knew that. He could tell as much. But it didn't change the fact that she still was sick. "Nyet. Brush your teeth, take a hot shower and then we eat breakfast. Got it?"

Sophia huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine."

Storm watched as she walked away. He spent the time she was gone making her breakfast. Eventually, he was called over and Storm quickly dried her hair, braiding her hair before pressing a kiss against her forehead.

"I'm hungry."

As she should've been. She had been having nightmares all night and he'd chased every single one away, remaining awake so she wouldn't have to be tortured by her memories.