Chapter 19

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Catalyn POV

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"Don't speak." he said. 

My nerves stood on end, as he pulled me closer too him. A thousand sparks raced across my skin and he slowly lowered his head, so that his eyes were locked on mine. I brought my lips to his.  

The soft touch of his lips was like a drug. I felt myself melting, pressing my lips to his, searching for more. His kiss slowly became hungrier and I felt him pushing me against the wall, his hands pinning me in place. I was melting, exploding, a thousand fires were burning in me, I was so happy I could burst....When had we fallen on the bed, when had his lips left mine and traveled down my neck? When had my gown become unlaced?

It was too late. I was being consumed in the fires of his love. And I was enjoying it. 

He worked the gown of me, exposing more of my neck and chest. I sighed, completely lost. He pressed his lips against mine, hungrily, passionately. This want for him, no this need for him was consuming me completely, consuming my very soul. 

 "Catalyn." he murmured, in my ear, as my gown fell on the floor with a soft slither. "I love you."

I gazed into his eyes, pulling the sheets around us. "And I you." He kissed the side of the neck slowly, intimately, each kiss leaving a burning feeling. I closed my eyes.

This, I thought, was love.

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I snuggled closer into his chest. He held me, and kissed my head. It was early in the morning, about 5. The birds were singing outside, the faint trills sounding outside the closed doors. 

"Catalyn." he said. 

"Hmm." I replied. 

"D'you think we'll ever have a baby?" he said. Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought of my own child. 

"I...don't know, love." I said. He rubbed my bare waist, lost in thought. 

"If I should be impotent....?" he began. I looked at him, shaking my head. 

"I will love you all the same." I said. And I meant it. 

"But we need an heir." he said. 

"Hush." I said, closing my eyes. "There is still a while till you become king."

"No." He sat up, gathering the sheets about him. "Father told me he is stepping down."

I shot up, wrapping the sheets loosely about me. "When?!"

"Soon. Maybe even today." said Adrian, pulling his pants on. I stopped him. 

"Where are you going?" I said, gripping his arm. 

"I just remembered." he said. "Did we lose or win?"

"Win." I said. "Defeated them completely." He sank back, relieved. 

"Adrian," I said. "I thought you swore off love. What happened?"

He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. "A sweet, kind, smart, beautiful young Princess." He paused. "Aislin would have wanted me to move on. I realized that my promise to her was clouding my feelings for you. That I was breaking you." I was startled to see a tear slip down his cheek. "I will never, ever, ever hurt you again, and let anyone hurt you. I swear it."

"No." I said rubbing the tear away. His heartbreak was my heartbreak. "No, don't berate yourself. You did what you thought was right. And I love you all the more for it." 

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