Melt My Heart (Kaylor)

Chapter 3

Hello guys! I'm so sorry for the extremely long wait, but between school and finishing your daisy, I haven't been able to write a lot for this story. Fortunately this chapter was already almost finished, so here it is now! Please, tell me if you like this plot/where this is going. And also, this is going to be a slow burn, so if that's your thing, you're in the right place. 

P.s. I'm going to London for a few days the next week from Wednesday to Monday so I won't be able to post/be online/write. 

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" CHAPTER THREE "

Sir Richard turned out to be a nice, charming, interesting man. The way he carried himself was unique, the way he spoke with elegance about every different topic was intriguing. Needless to say, the few hours that they had spent together, the afternoon following the first time they've met each other, had seemed to fly away. His eyes, under the light of the winter sun, had sparkled. His smile had beamed, temporarily blinding the Queen. Taylor had asked him about his past, about his family and what he used to do when he was only a kid, and Sir Richard had asked her the same. Recounting her story, from start to finish, had proved to be physically and mentally draining. Nivis had been the only one to know about her deepest secrets, but while it had taken him three years to completely figure her out, three hours was all it took for Richard to know about the deepest abysses that were hidden within Taylor.

The Queen watched him go from the top of her palace, covered by nothing but a pale window and an azure nightgown. When they had parted, Sir Richard had been brave enough to lean in and peck her cheek, stroking the kissed skin with a careful thumb. He had promised to see her again, that the time separating them wouldn't be long. And then, Taylor had retracted, walking the steps of the stairs and reaching her bedroom. Sir Richard, with the sun setting before him, looked up at her from his chestnut horse and waved. The Queen timidly raised a dainty hand, reciprocating the gesture and hoping that he wouldn't see just how his departure was affecting her. She's been a widow for a week and a half and here she was, already missing a man whose baby blue eyes she had met the night before. Taylor shamefully called herself desperate, needy for the attention of someone who truly loved her. She was necessitous and wanted to be loved, to be touched and to be caressed.

Was she falling for Richard? It was too soon to be said, but perhaps she was. She could already feel the longing grow in the depths of her heart. She recalled the fondness that had flooded her when his voice had filled the silence of the afternoon, when his eyes had stared lovingly back at her and had watched her as if she were a work of art. Taylor dwelled over the happenings, recreating their entire time together inside her brain and playing it like a broken record.

Her body stood in front of the window until the sun wasn't up anymore. Her legs involuntarily dragged her towards her bed; carefully, languidly, she took off her silky robe and let it slide against her bare legs. The Queen blew and let her breath extinguish the fire of the candle that sat on her night table. She stared at her naked body, petite hands tracing young curves and coming up to rest on unclad shoulder blades. A deep breath filled her lungs, and in the silence of the palace, she pulled back the light blue blankets and lied on the mattress. The bed was soft against her tired back, and the dull color of the ceiling stared back at her. Taylor tried to ponder on something that could lull her to sleep, and she didn't give it much thought when Richard's voice echoed inside her head, making her fall into a deep slumber.