The Kings Sibyl

Chapter Twenty-Five

Regan had ordered a few of the maids and guards to move my things. I moved my crystals and bowls on my own, not wanting to risk them being damaged or worse, touched. Elric had been missing for a few days, Regan claimed he had gone on a hunt but wouldn't say anything else. I could feel him becoming worried which furthered my nervousness, so I spent the following days in the sanctuary Elric had gifted me. The first few days he was gone I moped. Surprisingly, the mood was just dull without him around. On the sixth day, I finally decided to eat again, and read a few books from the shelves in his office, trying to occupy my time. On the twelfth day, I asked the chef if I could cook with him. He started off protesting but when I picked up his knife and threatened him he changed his mind.
It wasn't until the third week, while sitting by the growing willow tree, that I could feel the serenity flowing through me as I conversed with the sprites and helped with their garden. In turn, they helped me make soaps and products to wash my hair and body that smelled like a vanilla coconut mixture. Even a few Merfolk came to visit, sitting and talking for what seemed like forever until I felt it.
I felt his return, and without a moment to spare, I ran towards the front of the castle and rushed the man who insisted on opening the door for me. I didn't realize it, but I had missed him and worried so much that once my eyes landed on him I visibly relaxed.
"Mouse.." he whispered as he enveloped me in his large arms.
"Make love to me."
"Not until you're in love with me, darling."
But I am.
"Take me to our bedroom, Goliath. I need to feel that you're real." I was picked up and held in a tight grip, my legs wound around his waist as he turned to his warriors and told them to find their families.
It took mere seconds for us to reach the room on the third floor, and I smothered him with kisses as he kicked the door shut with his foot.
"What I wouldn't give to be inside of you, mouse. To feel your tight, warm-" his words were cut off as I struggled out of his arms and led him to the giant luxurious bed.
"Regan told me you had him get a new one that was fit for a queen. He even let me pick the sheets." I whispered as I stripped down to nothing and crawled on top. The pure hunger in his gaze had be burning inside. "Do you like?"
"I more than like. I love it. I love you, everything about you, mouse. I love your hair and the way it falls in your face no matter what you do. I love the look you get in your eyes when I'm making you mad. I love the way you bite your lip when you're thinking. I love that you can handle my beast, and I absolutely adore the sound of your voice. It seems, you've captured my heart."
"I love you too, Goliath." I whispered. His eyes jerked up to meet mine and half a second passed before a giant smile took over his features and he pounced on top of me.
"I'm going to make you mine."