Romeo finally lifted his head from the thoughts of his maddening wife that were plaguing his mind and realized that no one else were in the room but the ladies who were with him. This made him narrow his eyes dangerously. The bolder one of the two women was already undressing in front of him. "Your Highness, we could tell you're in a very foul mood. Did your wife kick you out of your bed again? Do not worry, we are here to serve and please you, Your Highness." The other woman whispered to him as she caressed his chest seductively. "Let us help you relax." She added as the other woman approached him, naked. Romeo felt the rage he was trying so hard to suppress rapidly explode out of him. "Who gave you both the permission to do this!?" he snarled in a wintry, hostile voice. "Y-Your Highness, pl-please don't think about anything else and –" His eyes immediately burned red, and aura flamed outwards, causing the women to be knocked back a few steps and they even started to tremble just
"Evie…" Not knowing what to do, Romeo slowly lifted his hands and reverently touched her face, resting them below her ears. Her cheeks were icy cold it made his heart ache even more but what struck him the hardest were her tears. "I'm sorry…" his voice cracked a little and he then inched forward, erasing the space between them, he buried his face in her hair and held her, almost desperately. "I'm so sorry… this is a misunderstanding. Those ladies. I never allowed it. I never agreed. I didn't even know the duke had called them here." He explained as fast as he could. "Please. Don't cry. I was outside the castle since yesterday, surveying the frontlines in preparation for the war. It was so sudden as I received an urgent report informing that the crown prince was on his way here to siege the city. I only arrived a while ago and came straight to you." Roselle couldn't believe what she was hearing. The warmth of him as he hugged her so tightly, the desperate tone he was using, the crack
Shocked with utter embarrassment, Roselle automatically reached down and grabbed Romeo's hair to stop his face from reaching her most private area. Her face was as red as a cooked lobster as she looked down at him with wide-opened eyes. Romeo peeked up at her and his eyes glimmered more startlingly than usual. A hint of devious yet relaxed and hypnotic smile graced the corners of his mouth. Without averting his eyes from hers, he licked her inner thigh, causing Roselle to tremble and gasp again. Her hands on his head grasped onto his hair tighter and he took advantage of her disorientation, moving further towards his goal. His breath was hot as he trailed his searing tongue along her soft skin. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good, wife." He said huskily, sounding as though he was soothing her with his mouth and tongue. "Open your legs for me, love…" he coaxed, and she did not know how she ended up doing so when he was not even holding her legs with his hands. She could feel him
Reluctantly, he finally eased away and pulled the blanket over her. He was about to stand when Roselle reached out and tugged on his robe. "Where… where are you going?" she asked, her face suddenly anxious as her fingers tightened on his robe without realisation. "I have an errand to take care of." He responded, as his gaze tilted towards the door and the commotion that was going on outside for a long while now. "Errand?" "Mm. Don't worry, I'm not going to leave again without telling you first." he smiled contentedly and kissed her forehead, causing her colour to rise again. "I'll come back as soon as I deal… as soon as I am done saying a few words to them." ... The duke and everyone else involved were waiting anxiously in the throne hall where it was silent and tense as they all stood before Romeo. When they were suddenly summoned by the prince with such an urgency, they could not help but feel threatened. Aside from his stubbornness, Prince Romeo had been a good and incredibl
Clad in a furry and thick white cloak, Roselle stood at the top of the tallest watchtower at the City's entrance. Romeo was standing next to her – a sight to behold as well as he stood tall and elegant clad entirely in black – holding her hand, and watching her silvery hair being blown behind her by the gentle cold breeze. Roselle had her eyes fixed at the vast snow-white meadow spread out before them, realizing from what her eyes were looking at, that Dacria was truly a fortified city. The giant ancient walls that seemed to be made from black stones looked so formidable and impregnable. No human army could ever manage to breach these fortifications and seize such a place like this. Now that she was looking at the full view of the entire fortress, and saw what a formidable stronghold Dacria actually was, Roselle could not help but look on with wonder. Why did the Dacrians ever thought of creating and building such gigantic walls in the first place? Was there an unknown reason that p
Roselle glanced at the bed and innocently nodded. But the next moment, her expression changed. "But… why?" she asked hesitantly. "Did something happen between you and the duke?" "No, love. Nothing happened. I simply said some kind words to him as a reminder and everything's fine now." He immediately answered with a smile. "I am needed here and since I don't want to leave you all alone in the castle, I decided to bring you here with me. Moreover, I don't want any more misunderstanding between us. Given our track record, I'm afraid that something will happen again if I leave you, so I'd better keep you close to me. This is alright with you, right?" he gave her a mischievous grin, letting her know that he was teasing her and taking the sting out of his words, just in case she felt slighted at him referencing all their previous misunderstandings with each other. When Roselle just stared at him without answering, Romeo craned his head and moved his face closer to hers until his breath
Roselle felt her gaze involuntarily drift down and then was glued on his very evident erection and her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed hard. She had to use all her willpower to drag her gaze away from that spot and look back into his eyes. With cheeks aflame and when she saw the look on his face and the intense glimmer in his bright eyes, Roselle determined in her heart, moved her hand slowly towards his bulge. Her movement was filled with hesitation that Romeo had to hold his breath and told himself to wait patiently when her hand was taking too long to reach his eager sex. His heart was pounding so hard it felt that he would get a heart attack. She was excruciatingly slow that it took all of Romeo's self-control and iron will not to grab her hand and guide it over him where he truly needed it. As he watched her hand inching closer, the anticipation became quite torturous. He battled within himself whether he should speak out and urge her to hurry up. But his next thought was
Romeo was helping out in washing off Roselle's hands when a knock echoed through the room. However, Romeo's reaction was to completely ignore it. His gaze was fixed on Roselle as he dried her hands with a fluffy clean cloth before bringing her slightly chilled hands to his lips. "I hope I didn't tire your hand too much," he teased with a roguish grin and Roselle's colour deepened once again. "No, it's… I'm fine." her gaze wandered around when a soft knock echoed again. "I'm glad to hear that –" Romeo seemed determined in wanting to ignore the knocks that were coming from outside. "Someone's… knocking." Roselle prompted Romeo as she cocked her head sideways, gesturing towards the door. She knew that no one would dare disturb him unless there was truly an important issue that needed his attention. Heaving a sigh, Romeo turned towards the closed door and spoke. "Stop knocking David. I heard you. Loud. And. Clear." He said. He then sighed again before facing Roselle. "I'll have to le