The Hero King

Chapter XIX

**Amelie's POV**

My eyes widened as I recognized the person that stood behind the door.

"K-king-.."

"Where's Ike?" Marth asked immediately, his face lacked all expression.

I pointed behind the house, "He's out back, chopping wood."

Marth nodded and went in the direction I had given him.

I closed the door and took a few deep breaths.

'W-what the hell?' 

I quickly ran through the house to the back window, I watched as Marth stalked right up to Ike.

 Ike swung the ax from behind him and slammed it into another piece of wood.

Thunk.

I had never watched Ike chop wood before. He stood directly in the sun and lacked a shirt, sweat glistened down his well toned body. I found myself wishing I could feel him.

Marth eventually got Ike's attention, Ike swung the ax over his shoulder and engaged in a conversation with the king.

Though I couldn't hear what they were saying, I could tell it was important by the intense expressions both of them wore. Suddenly Ike's eyebrows knit together sternly and he shook his head from side to side. Marth seemed to be trying to persuade him to do something.

Eventually they both stopped talking and turned to look right where I was standing, I immediately fell down to the floor where they couldn't see me. I stayed there until I heard the front door slam shut.

I got up and walked to the dining table to see Ike sit down with a huff, his shirt still missing.

"I-is everything okay?" I asked.

he nodded.

I walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, the skin was burning. I admired how his muscles bulged perfectly in his arm. 

Realizing my thoughts, my face began to get hot. I started to remove my hand, but to my shock his own hand found mine. He wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a squeeze.

"Don't worry." he whispered, "Everything will be just fine."

I let out a small sigh and nodded. He looked up and his eyes met mine. I tried to turn away, but he held my attention completely.

Slowly, he stood up. His hand met my burning cheek, and he bent over to gently press his lips against mine. My heart raced, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I found myself begging for more contact.