My brother and stand in a warm embrace of a kiss. His lips warm and soft. So much for the bow training.
"Alex?" Our butlers voice cuts like a knife.
Are lips stop against each other. We open our eyes, realizing what we just did. His left had drowning in my shirt his right hand twisted in my hair. My right hand slipped under his waistband my left hand around his neck.
"You're needed." Our butler speaks again
Alex doesn't lose his gaze in my eyes or his grip on my back or move his hand in my hair. No. He kisses me hard and strong.
He talks against my lips, "You got it." He slides his hand out of my hair, adjusts my shirt, and pulls away.
He walks to the butler with confidence and power. And I am standing alone, hair full of knots, and my brother's finger prints on my back.
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Royal Blood
RomanceAlex and Mari's parents were killed in the battle of Morchan, the royal home town. Alex, of 13, is king. Mari, of 15, is queen. The first is chaos. The second repair. The third is luxurious. The fourth Alex and Mari find themselves in a twisted web...
