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Chapter Fifteen: Sleep
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It was snowing quite heavily so Romeo had Elijah set up their meal in their quarters. Roselle was already seated at the table when Elijah suddenly appeared again and apologetically informed Roselle that the prince would not be joining her for their supper. "Something suddenly came up so he can't join you for the meal, Your Highness. But he did promise that he'll be back in time to sleep here." Elijah r,elayed the information from his prince, keeping his tone as neutral as possible. "I understand Elijah. I know he's very busy. I'm already happy that he had joined me for dinner." She smiled at the butler and seeing the warm and sweet smile, Elijah did not try to explain any further. He could tell that the princess truly understood the situation and was glad that the royal couple managed to come to this stage that they could understand each other enough to avoid more misunderstandings. He did not think he would be able to survive his prince's wrath should any more misunderstandings occ
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"You're so exquisite, my love." He said, his gaze worshipfully running across every curve and dip of her delectable figure. But he stepped away. "Get into the water first while I undress. It's cold." Even though Roselle unusually was not feeling cold at all, she took Romeo's hand and let him help her into the tub. She quickly lowered herself until all of her was submerged except her head, in the hopes of hiding her naked body in the water. The water felt too hot on her already feverish skin. Roselle could see him undressing from the corner of her eyes, but she did not dare turn that way to look and confirm her thoughts. She instead resolutely fixed her gaze at the fireplace, trying to calm herself from the seemingly growing fire inside of her. What was going with her, was she having a fever? But it did not feel like the fever she normally get… "Wife," his voice pulled her attention back to him and she absentmindedly turned her head towards Romeo. "Hmmm? What is…" she replied distr
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Roselle supported her weight on his shoulders and rose to her knees when Romeo stilled under her. She was too dazed to realize the primitive hunger dancing in his eyes. "Ro–" she couldn't even complete his name because Romeo suddenly moved and grabbed her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up slightly as he buried his head against her torso. Roselle felt his forehead a feverish contrast as to the cool span of her upper body, helping her clear her muddled head a little. "Roselle… oh, god…" his tone was grave, his eyes were passion-drowsed as he cupped the soft shape of her breast with his one hand. He gently kneaded, squeezed it while his mouth kissed her throat. His hands began to explore her body, on and on, she felt both his light and heavy touches alternately everywhere as if he were determined to leave nothing untouched and unexplored. "Ro…" Roselle moaned and gasped and strained at his touches and kisses. The strong hands tracing over every nook and cranny
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"Roselle, stop –" Romeo chocked on his saliva as he was incredibly turned on but had to force himself to hold back for her sake. She squeezed him gently and all he could do was groan. His hands that held her, the hands that was supposed to stop her trembled. This was bad. He wanted her so much it was killing him. He didn't want to stop her. The caresses of her delicate hands felt like salvation. He felt like a person who was dying of thirst in the desert and had finally found that saving jug of water – only to have it held at arm's length. It was so close yet so far that he felt himself nearing insanity. Her lashes lifted as her hands continued caressing him and Romeo sucked in his breath. Her hair had darkened because of their wetness. She was like a moon goddess that had emerged from some mystical lake. "This is…" she opened her lips hesitantly. "What a man will put inside a woman, right?" she asked, shy and innocent. Not knowing that her innocent question was the most potent dru
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Roselle's eyes flung open. She was sweating and breathing hard as her wide opened eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling until she managed to get her breathing stabilized. How long had it been since she last had a nightmare? She could not even remember anymore. To the members of the house of Anderson, nightmares were not just some random or normal occurrence. For them, these were taken seriously and were messages of forewarning or signs of things to come. Strangely, it was very rare for the members of the family to ever have nightmares. She heard that there were even some members who had never experienced having nightmares in their lifetime. Roselle however had experienced it once, but that was when she was still a child, so she already knew how it felt. Back home, if one of them would ever have a nightmare, they were required to immediately confess everything that they saw to the head of the family, the dragon keeper. This was a rule of the house that must not be broken, and everyone
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Shock was clearly etched on Roselle's face as Romeo eased away from her and faced Luc. Roselle saw how his face had transformed from one that was playful and seductive, into one that was cold and flint-like. "Take my wife back to the castle." He ordered in a calm voice and the green eyed blond immediately nodded. Roselle reached out and clasped at Romeo's coat. Her expression was severe. Seeing the worry in her eyes, Romeo bent and whispered to her. "Don't make that face, love. Didn't I promise I'd protect you? I will not let a single unwelcomed person get pass this wall so do not worry, okay? Furthermore, we need to continue what we started but was rudely interrupted… right?" Romeo teased with a grin, trying to ease Roselle's worry. The certainty in his voice made Roselle felt secured and that teasing managed to get her to loosen up a little. However, she was not so much worried about herself but more for him. She knew he was strong but… that earlier nightmare… what if her father
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Someone deliberately cleared his throat so Roselle could only push Romeo away. "Your Highness, it's more than time already. We must depart now." Luc said, his face still managing to remain quite stoic, despite everything that he had seen and heard. "Go, I'll be fine." Roselle urged her husband as well all the while trying to break free from his hold. Elijah also emerged from the stairs, already holding Roselle's cloak and dagger with him. "Alright," Romeo's hold finally loosened rather reluctantly. His struggle to let go of her was apparent to everyone that were present. "But I need you to kiss me first." Romeo demanded Roselle boldly, not caring that his men and butler were there to witness how childish he was behaving at the moment. Roselle, and the other two Werewolves could literally hear their jaws dropping to the ground. She glanced at Elijah and Luc and the two suddenly whirled around, turning their backs to them in a bid to afford the couple their privacy – well, whatever
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Staring uneasily out the windows, towards the direction of the front line that her eyes could not even see, Roselle remained tense long after Luc had dropped her off according to Romeo's orders. She somehow felt that the air was heavier and chillier, even though the temperature was the same as last night. Unease and worry laid heavy on her as if there were a boulder sitting on her chest. She remembered those times in her younger years, she and her mother used to feel this way every time her father goes out to war. It was an awful feeling. Like she was holding back her breath the whole time and could only breath again when he finally come back home, alive. And this time, she could obviously feel her anxiety was more intense. Taking a deep breath, Roselle gripped the dagger Romeo had gifted to her. Tonight, she was not going to do anything but to patiently wait and hope and fervently pray that her husband will be fine and fulfil his promise… that he will be returning to her side. She
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