The Prince and His Slave (boyxboy)

Chapter Eleven

Camille

Dorian kissed me softly as we laid in bed together. I cherished time like this with him when I knew that the day he left to visit some nobleman's daughter close to the mountains was coming nearer and nearer each day.

I refused to remember her name even though Dorian had said it quite afew times now. I suppose I was being petty. It wasn't the girl's fault.

I had told myself that many times, but the thought that always came after was 'oh, but I'm sure she's just delighted at the prospect of marrying a prince'.

I think my mind had turned a lot nastier and meaner within the last couple weeks. I didn't want Dorian to go away and I didn't want some girl marrying him when she knew next to nothing about him. They couldn't appreciate him like I did. They would never know him like I did.

I usually scolded myself when my thoughts turned this way. I was only a slave and I had no ownership of Dorian. He was a prince and I was merely his slave. As much as he treated me like a lover, I wasn't...not really.

His lips brushed lightly over mine and I smiled.

"What are you thinking about, darling?" he asked.

"Nothing important," I answered.

"I'm sure that's not true."

I looked him in the eyes and then looked down at his neck, resting my hand on his bare chest.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said quietly.

He was silent for a long moment, probably contemplating if he was going to try and force it out of me or not.

Finally he said, "All right, darling."

He kissed my forehead and I cuddled up to him even closer. I was sure he would get the truth out of me eventually, but right now I didn't even want to think about him leaving, much less talk about it.

We stayed there for an interminable amount of time, just being close toeach other. I didn't ever want to leave the bed. I didn't want time to move forward to the day when he would have to leave. He told me it would only be for seven days, but I still couldn't stand the thought.

"Are you ready to start the day?" He asked me after we had been silent for what seemed like hours, even though it was probably less than fifteen minutes.

"I suppose," I said in a pouting tone.

I looked up at him to see a smile on his face and he quickly pecked my lips.

We had already had breakfast so that meant he had to leave and go to the council meeting. I wished we could spend the day together. I had never wanted to be far from him before, but now I felt like I might cry every time he left me.

"Don't be sad, sweetheart," he said, kissing my forehead. I sort of hated when he could read my mind. "We'll see each other before dinner. I'll try to get out of the council meeting early. I want to spend as much time with you as possible within the next two weeks."

He kissed me one more time before he sat up and got off the bed. I stayed curled up beneath the blankets, not wanting to get up and face the world. I knew Kell was probably dying to see me, but for some reason I couldn't imagine leaving the bed today.

He was pulling his trousers up when he said, "I wanted to talk youabout something."

I perked up, a little curious. "About what?"

He came around my side of the bed and touched my cheek. "Remember when I told you about people from the nearby villages coming to the castle, seeking council on things and asking for help with anything we may be able to provide for them?"