instead of being a dick about it and pushing her away.”
He left the room then, leaving me to my thoughts of how right he was. Not only did I know that Percy was right, I was also
annoyed over how it made me feel.
R efusing to leave my quarters for the rest of the morning, I hovered over the papers I needed to sieve through for the day as
they were littered across my table. Most of them were requests. Favours from the other lords in the kingdom asking for
more grain, gold, or aid.
I would always grant the aid for medical purposes, but gold and grain, those came with a price and were something I would
not willingly give away. Especially to a lord who only still sat in their seats because they refused to die and let their heir take
over.
“So, when were you going to tell me about the marriage rites?!” Ornella exclaimed, stomping through the door.
“Afternoon, Ornella,” I clipped, sitting back in my chair.
She barged in like a woman on a mission. Although I found it amusing, what amused me more were the two guards who
rushed in behind her, looking fearful for their lives when they stopped behind her.
“We’re sorry, your majesty, her highness refused to listen that you were not to be disturbed.”
“I have questions and I demand answers,” she said sharply, glaring at the guards defiantly.
She really was standing her ground. I had no idea where this sudden confidence came from, and I was enjoying the lift in
her spirit.
“I will answer your questions, Ornella,” I answered, trying to maintain my seriousness as she was.
Glancing towards the guards, I nodded for them to leave. They shut the door behind them, leaving me with a rather angry
looking bride-to-be.
I didn’t give her the attention she clearly wanted for the first few minutes as I continued to read through a parchment. When
I gestured for her to sit down opposite my desk, she did not. Instead, she fiddled with the books in one of my many bookcases.
Already distracted by her presence, I watched as she moved to a lit candle.
She played with the flame, running her hand in and out of the fire. She was wearing a blue dress that hugged her form in all
the right places. My mouth watered at the sight of her. Even if she did piss me off, I desperately wanted to feel myself deep
inside her.
Shaking my head of images, I went back to the parchment. The words were now a jumbled mess. I could not concentrate
with her here.
“You could hurt yourself if you keep doing that,” I muttered as she carried on playing with the flame.
“Yeah, I’ve been told that before, but it never seems to hurt. More of a tickle, really.”