King's Knight

King's Knight

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Feyre is the youngest daughter of the sloane household. Being the youngest born in a noble house meant to be sent away for training;to become the kings own elite guards. Feyre was close to the crown prince as a child but when she turned 10 she was sent away to train. 8 years later she returns back to the court to fulfill her duty. Never did she expect for her to fall for the man she was meant to protect. And never did she imagine that he too would fall for her. =•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•= I took as step back as he come closer to me. "Y-your highness what are you doing" I stammered as my back hit the wall and both his arms caging me. "I want you Feyre .." As soon as he said those words, I felt his soft lips against mine. I felt him pull away just enough so our lips would not touch. Oh my gods he kissed me..and I ..I liked it. He completely pulled away and grabbed my hand kissing the knuckles not once breaking eye contact. "Good night emerald"
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****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

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