Prince's Assassin Mate

Chapter 09

Writers POV 

The light grew steadily outside until the curtains glowed just the same as stained glass. She stuck her head behind the fabric to survey what the day might bring. The grassy yard was slick with water, though the puddles remained quite still, no hint of rain still falling. Above the clouds were still grey but without the denseness of yesterday, allowing patches of blue to form. 

She walked back to her bed and sat down. The horizon was just beginning to take on gold hues, and the sun had not yet risen. She awoke an hour ago, having gotten the most sleep she had in years. There was still an hour until dawn. Throughout the hour, she tried to find her way out of this castle, or at least out of this room. She still can't believe The Prince put metal bars on the balcony, preventing her from jumping out. Did she mention the guards stationed just down the balcony and outside the bedroom door? She turned to face the man, who was sleeping soundly on his stomach. His dark hair was messy, and he had a calm expression on his face. She did not have the opportunity to see him properly before. His thick lashes were brushing against his cheeks, he had a well-defined jaw and cheekbones, tanned skin, and full plump lips. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so his well-toned back muscles were on display. His muscles flexed in response to his slight movement. He was stunning! She could feel her beast's presence inside her, but it wasn't prominent. She and her sides were weak too. Her beast was also taking in the scene in front of them through her eyes. She took her gaze away from him and stared at the floor, drifting off to her own world of thoughts. 

"What are you doing up so early?" She turned to face the owner of the voice. In the morning, his voice was huskier. As he stared at her, his head was resting on his hands. 

Through his droopy long eyelashes, his beautiful sapphire blue eyes looked straight at her. She hadn't noticed it before, but he had dark circles under his eyes and his features appeared tired. He arched his brow in anticipation of an answer when she noticed she was staring at him. 

"I got enough rest." He frowned at her statement, looking at the clock on the wall and back at her. 

"It's only six o'clock, and you've only slept for four hours." 

"That was more than enough for me." She stated void any emotion with a cold tone. He still had a scowl on his face. She got up to use the restroom, but he grabbed her wrist gently so he didn't hurt her and pulled her back into bed with him. 

She tried to wiggle free from his grasp, but his grip on her waist only tightened. 

"Let me go!" She snickered

"Never!" 

"Go to sleep, princess," he said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead and dripping his nose in the crook of her neck. 

"Don't call me that!" She snarled 

"Call you what princess?" She huffed, sensing the smirk forming on his lips. She tried to stay awake, refusing to give in to his wishes, but her eyes soon became heavy, and she fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

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The alarm clock on his bedside table was set to go off, but he was quick to snooze it. He returned his gaze to his soundly sleeping mate in his arm. Her face was serene, and despite the cuts and bandages on her face, she was looking stunningly beautiful. She refused to sleep earlier, and now he doesn't want to wake her up because she's sleeping so soundly. He begins to sit up, but her grip on his arms tightens, and she snuggles closer to him in her sleep. A frown appears on her lovely face, and he gently caresses her cheeks. He quickly gets up and replaces his position with his soft pillow, and she nuzzles close to the pillow. He softly peeks her forehead, causing a soft smile to form on her lips.