How to rule a king

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AN: Long time no see, my loves. University and life (as well as an ex-boyfriend) are really kicking my ass, but I am getting there. Anyways, have fun, there are two new chapters coming your way. XOXO, Franzl 

Btw: Sissy says hi. 

Ronja:

I was woken by a shiver creeping down my back. Squeezing my eyes shut I tried to ignore the dim lighting illuminating the bedroom as I let out a huff of annoyance. I had slept surprisingly well last night after Alexei had found his way into our bed holding onto me throughout the night. Only once had my nightmares woken me, tearing a terrified scream from my lips before my husband had been able to shake me completely awake. Burying my face in his bare chest I had silently cried my eyes out while gripping onto his forearm hard enough for my nails to draw blood. Still he hadn't once tried to remove my grip on him, instead, he had brought the sheets up to cover us once again after gently moving me even closer to his much warmer body, curling his right arm around me, forming the nest he normally allowed Vasyli to sleep in. Bringing my legs up to my chest I curled into a fetal position while pressing my freezing toes against his cotton pants-covered tighs. After a while I had calmed down enough to remove my death grip from his forearm, gasping at the drawn blood covering my fingertips and nails as well as the scratch marks lining his arm. Seeing the shock on my face over the damage I had done to him Alexei had rolled his eyes, letting out an amused snort.

"I knew you haven't lost your claws, Милая мая."

Hearing his odd pride at this in his voice as he gently kissed my hairline, I hesitantly had smiled against his warm skin as I had buried my head against his chest again, letting his humming voice guide me back to sleep.

But now, feeling the sun tickling my face as well as the cool wind brushing down my back, I wasn't capable of sinking back into a comfortable dreamless sleep. Especially since Alexei's presence next to me seemed to be missing. Reaching out a testing hand I realized that the spot on the sheets next to me was indeed not only empty but also already cold. Confused at the fact that my husband would leave without waking me, I opened my eyes, blinking a few times before actually being able to see clearly again. And there, at the foot of the bed with his back to me, he sat, holding out a weird-looking dagger against the sunlight streaming through the open glass door leading to the tiny attached balcony of our bedroom. I let out a shocked gasp as I anxiously eyed the shining weapon as he starting moving a weird-looking stone over its edge once again. Although I was sure he was aware of me being awake he didn't seem to acknowledge that fact in any way as he kept working on the blade, the muscles of his back flexing and unflexing under his thin black cotton shirt.

"Alexei..."

Calling out his name, I hesitantly moved to sit behind him. Upon feeling my touch on his left upper arm his muscles clenched again as he stiffened his movements. Hearing his deep intakes of breaths as his nostrils flared, I was about to remove my hand from him when I heard the weird looking stone being dropped to the floor and seconds later felt his right hand covering mine on his arm.

"Good evening, Милая мая."

Smiling down at me, Alexei cautiously moved the large dagger to the floor, turning his whole body towards me before moving me onto his lap. I quietly squealed when I felt his hands move underneath the grey shirt I had "borrowed" from him to sleep in last night, but after a while relaxed enough into his touch to enjoy the caressing motions he drew onto the naked skin of my back. A happy sigh escaped my mouth as I placed my head under his chin, curling my hands into the front of his shirt. His chest rumbled with laughter at my touch-seeking self, having me thump my fist against his chest in protest when he suddenly tightened his hold on my back before lying down on the bed with his feet dangling off its edge as he brought me down onto his chest. I popped my head up on my arms, staring up at his face, eying him warily as one of his hands left my bare back and tangled itself in my hair instead.