Melt My Heart (Kaylor)

Chapter 4

I'm so sorry for not updating in so long, but school is almost finished and in about a month I will be able to write more as I will have more free time. I hope you like where this is going, obviously this is going to be a slow burn so it's probably going to be a long ride! That's why it takes me so long to write a chapter since I want them to be longer. Please tell me what you think and if you liked it, don't hesitate to leave a star or a comment! I always appreciate receiving feedback :)

P.s What do you think about Taylor's new song and TS7 in general?

ENJOY!

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" CHAPTER FOUR "

Sir Richard visited constantly.

Almost every day, with blue eyes that held thousands of promises and a smile that was brighter than the sun hanging above them, the duke showed up at the doorstep of the icy palace of the Queen. Today was no different; the man greeted Taylor with a fleeting kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of the left hand. He smelled just as sweet as the day before, and the blonde allowed herself to be engulfed by his intoxicating scent once again as she briefly kissed his pliant lips. The man was wearing his usual brown royal clothes, a dark cloak hugging his wide shoulders as it hid the black, empty scabbard at the side of his waist. Richard gently wrapped a muscular arm around Taylor's hips, slowly pulling the woman closer as his baby blue eyes studied her curiously.

"You look beautiful today," he admitted, smiling softly. The Queen held his loving gaze, her own plump lips turning upwards in a shy grin. "Blue looks fantastic on you," Richard continued. Taylor's dress had less details and wasn't too intricate, but the silky, azure tulle hugged her figure in all the right places. A pearl necklace lied on the pale skin of her collarbones, the duke's gaze falling on the jewelry briefly. A blush appeared on his sharp cheekbones as his stare then shifted to something beyond Taylor's shoulders.

The Queen placed a hand on his shoulder, loving the feeling of his body underneath her fingers, as she turned around to see what he was looking at.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but one of the members of the Assembly is looking for you. He says he wants to speak with you,"

It was her kind maid, Ophelia, talking with a timid voice and with her gaze on the floor. The Queen mentally sighed, deeply, before replying, "Can it wait? I would like to spend some time with Richard,"

Her tone was hard, determined, and the other woman's eyes widened slightly, the hands by her sides quickly joining together as she clasped them behind her back. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but he said that it was kind of important."

"Kind of?" Taylor scoffed. Ophelia shrugged. The blonde woman sighed airily, almost rolling her eyes. "Who wants to speak with me, exactly?"

"It's Sir Charles, m'lady,"

The Queen pursed her lips and suppressed an irritated groan. Of course it was him; Sir Charles was the oldest counselor, always opting for a conflict instead of a compromise. He was stubborn, and was the only one who had enough courage to retort.

"I'm sorry for this," Taylor said apologetically, turning her gaze towards the duke, who immediately stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, my love," he assured her. "Do you want me to come with you?"

The woman didn't want him to get involved in an useless meeting, but soon realized that, in the near future, he could possibly be her husband. Therefore, with a grateful smile, she accepted his proposal, and asked Ophelia to lead the way. The maid took them to the Conference Room, where all the assemblies took place in, and right there at the foot of an opened window, stood Sir Charles with his back turned to the pair. Ophelia left a few moments later, leaving them alone.