Royal Masquerade

Chapter 15

Astrea woke up, finding herself lying in the arms of the man that she loved, spoon style. He was embracing her from behind, and his breathing even, indicating that he’s still asleep. Waking up next to him seems so natural. Silently, she wished that she could do this everyday for the rest of their life. She sighed as she tried to recall their little pillow talk last night. She remembered about him making a half cooked proposal to her, but she couldn’t remember falling asleep. She thought she was talking to him. She must have drifted to sleep somehow last night. For the first time in her life, she felt that her sleep suffice. She woke up feeling soothed and calmed. He was embracing her tightly, and needing to be about, she tried to extricate herself from him without waking him up. Managing to escape from his embrace, she sneaked out of his room, and as soon as she arrived at her own room, she’s all flared up, seeing the dashingly handsome man in front of her door, who seems to be waiting for her.

Apparently, Narcissus had teleport to where he’s standing at the moment once he realized that she’s gone. He did not mean to do it, actually.It’s as if his body has autopilot him to do so. He’s wearing different clothes though, a set of clothing that he changed into magically in a rush. He frowned at the choice of clothes he had on. He look as if he just came back from some wild clubbing night with the dark leather tights he’s wearing. He know that this is definitely not going to look good in front of her. She’s never a fan of such clothing, and he knew that pretty well. She had always have this fetish for him in loose clothing that she can get rid of instantly, not tights. They may not consummate their love before, but they definitely have their passionate moments where they’re very close to doing so.

“Had a wild night with prince of darkness, princess?” he asked in a rather impertinent manner, not even bothering to wish her good morning. His voice was hoarse. She snorted rudely at him.

“Had a wild night with some whore, asshole?” she asked, instead of replying to his question. She shot him a dirty look at him as she eyed his clothing. What’s with the lousy fashion sense? Who he think he is? Elvis resurrected? He irks he to no end. She wryly thought to herself that he must be her mortal nemesis in her past life. He simply shrug.

“You have bites all over you…. I did not imagine you to be such a wild little thing, you must be pretty wild in bed” he remarked in a teasing manner, but does not lack any sense of honestly or appreciation in his voice as he reached out to point to her neck once he notice a couple of love bites that were branded on her nape and the valley of her breasts. He silently admired his own handiwork on her. It must have appeared sometime when she was sleeping, as he did not notice any sweet bruises on her last night when he had pulled away from her. She instantly makes attempts to cover it up in embarrassment.

“That does not concern you. Stop bitching here and move it! I got better things to attend to than entertaining you here.” she said, trying to get through the door, but he’s blocking her from entering. She pushed him away, but it’s like pushing a wall, he simply do not budge. She growled in frustration as he stood there like some stone effigy.

“Move it, you bloody bastard!” she almost scream.

“Whoa…chill it, princess…” he laughed at her annoyance as she hissed like a rattle snake. What in the name of hell about his real look that irks her and aggravates her so much?

Each time she saw his unmasked form, he felt like he’s pouring fuel to the flame. What’s worst, it creates a horrible combustion. What can he do to make her love both part of him? He recalled that he did not have such problem with her in the past. Why have this problem with her now. His looks should not be an issue, especially when he’s dashing to boot. He could have sworn that she’s a masochist, favouring an ugly looking beast than a handsome devil. But then again, she must be a masochist, considering she did marry him, the lord of all evil.