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My dressing of Milos in both socks and mittens is disrupted by his flailing about.I cannot voice my frustration because his smile is so distractingly bright that I seem to want him to do this forever.I wish he could stay this size for eternity, yet even the sock I place on him are new to fit his rapidly growing body."Babe, you there?""Babe?"I repeat, and Marko’s laugh fills the receiver.For a moment, I forgot that he was watching me through the phone I had propped on the wall during our video conversation."Yes. ‘Babe’, you are both my babies, aren’t you?""Mm..."I hum to cease the smile forming on my face, but I do not know if I have fooled him, for when my gaze lifts briefly to meet his, his cheeky smile captures me."You look beautiful, Alba.""Stop lying to me, it's six a.m. here, and my greatest achievement is waking and feeding Milos.""Feeding him my milk, you mean.""Oh my God, stop...saying that!"His laugh flows with ease.It's been three days since he left. He was to
The sun’s set across the horizon casts a peachy sort of orange glow on the sky, and though I wish my focus could remain on the beauty, it is on the landed, sleek private plane resting on the runway.I know they are performing the final checks, yet I cannot help the mixture of nervousness and impatience that floods me as I wait for the doors to open and for Marko to just...be in my field of view.Crap, the nerves are messing with my stomach.I realise when a mild pang settles low, so I turn my attention to the bracelet Sharon offered before I left the house—the same one I had given her in her office years ago after making the decision to revert to Wolfsbane.Unwelcomed memories fill me, yet none brings a smile to my face like the one of Ninko catching us kissing in her office.Oh my, I have involved Sharon in so many of my poorly planned actions.I wonder how best I can reward-The thought vanishes instantly as the door finally opens, releasing a wave of mint and eucalyptus into the ai
Marko N. Ivanov 'Pity me.'He meant the words.Even now, with his head on her lap, the moment felt godsent, as if it was a miracle that he could smell her up close, yet aren’t miracles often short-lived?What if this was just another dream he had deceived himself with?‘It took me only three days after our rejection for me to crawl to her. I tell you now, Marko, it will not be easy.’His late father’s words played in his head.‘I fought the bond with everything I had and lost everything in return.’He should have listened; he should have been more careful with his words and actions. He almost lost- no, he did.He lost everything.At the time, it was easy to dismiss the words to avoid scandal, but when she left, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore.Scandal?It was laughable now that he had nearly lost her to something so silly.His hand on her waist tightened; he loved the way the fabric moved against her skin.He could feel her shudder through its thinness."I do not want to pity you,
“You think I did not fight? I fought the bond with everything I had, and I lost everything in return.”His father uttered in his study, swirling an amber liquid that seemed to match the mood in the room.“You…chose scandal over mother.”He accused, but his father took no offence, merely laughed.“I hope you will not repeat the mistakes I made.”His father laughed again, but this time, the sound seemed to echo and distort the space they were in because suddenly he was in the ballroom, dancing, yet his mind roamed to his mother’s favourite garden.“Focus on me, Marko; people are staring.”Magnolia uttered; so, he did, yet…this was wrong.Despite the knowledge in his belly that something was amiss, he twirled and spun the beautiful blonde, who moved graciously across the floor.She would do him proud and make the best queen Ketria had ever seen. He could feel it…yet he was missing something.But what? This was what he wanted, perfection and regal dignity.The music ceased, and applause e
The brightness in the cold room wakes me. If it wasn’t for the hardness of the floor and the numbness of my thighs, I might have forgotten where we were. “Shit.” My curse is barely audible in my groggy state. I can’t believe we fell asleep in someone’s restaurant. Is this even allowed, or does royalty have a pass to halt someone’s business? The weight on my thighs pins me in place; as romantic as it is to have him lie on me, it is quite stiffening for it to be through the night. My muscles cramped twice, and I had to find creative ways to stretch without waking him because, unfortunately, he even sleeps beautifully. Ugh, it must be my weakness for beautiful people that helped me restrain my urge to kick him awake. A soft groan leaves his lips before he turns away from me to rest on the tablecloth covering the floor, relieving my muscles from his weight. My stretch is fast and, let’s face it, the best part of the morning. I want to watch him wake up and converse with him brief
"You crazy…!"The words burst through me with such force that I almost utter ‘fuck’ to Marko, yet, though I could halt the completion of my curse, my hand still reaches for Marko's ear, tugging him to me that in his shock, he hunches towards me.I do not mean to make him resemble an ill-behaved child caught misbehaving by their parent, but I cannot help it."Your knee is bleeding! What the hell happened?"I knew the scent of mint had strengthened; I just never imagined that the source of the potency could be his blood. I have not known of anything capable of making Marko bleed.He is invincible, or he is supposed to be."I just hurt myself.""How?"Even in Red Graw, none managed to draw his blood, so why now? Why here when there was no danger?His body that was facing Katy threateningly turns to me fully, giving me the full view of his wound.“This is-”I try and comment on the broken skin, but Marko lifts my gaze from the injury to meet the silver of his eyes."Why did you leave me."
Milos looks identical to Marko.It is especially clear with Marko holding him on the carry-on, so without any confirmation, I am certain the cameras flashing our way as we descend from the plane will cause enough stir in the media.His hand is large enough that it blocks most of the flashes from Milos, but there is always the wind that aids in blowing his platinum hair in the wind.“This way.”Marko’s security personnel guides us into the sleek black car awaiting us, and as soon as the three of us settle inside, breath finds my lungs.This…is harder than I thought it would be, and all I was doing was moving to Ketria, more specifically, the castle, not accepting his proposal to be his queen.My gaze is quick on Milos as soon as I buckle myself in, but he looks undisturbed by the commotion.Soon the vehicle begins to move, its smooth hum reassuring me of the reality of this situation.Pseudo-incest.The word plays in my mind again.It is easy to dismiss the meaning behind the words if
Marko N. IvanovA tea party was perfect.A smile touched Marko’s lips at the thought.That it would come the day before the ball was even more fitting, for he could now anticipate his announcement.He did not understand her hesitation, but what he did know was that it would kill him if she hesitated because she had no wish to be tied to him in that way.That she moved to Ketria with him and is open with her affection for him is one thing, but that she would agree to tell the world that she belongs to him and that he belongs to her, that she would agree to be the mother of the nation was another.For starters, it meant that she couldn’t leave him, that she was in this relationship entirely and willing to stick through their ups and downs.His gaze lowered to her perfectly framed breasts; pealing the gown off her damp body was easy. Her shudder followed soon after, encouraging his hold on her.The stiffening of her pert buds called his attention, and for some reason, he no longer rememb