Trystan sat on his bed, in the half lit room, wondering if she accept his offer or not. She’s not coming, Trystan thought. It was half past eleven almost close to midnight. He felt like such a fucking idiot for even asking her like that. Trystan sprang out of bed when a knock came on the door.
It was his maid, Tohri. “Your evening medicine, your highness.” She bowed and scurried in. Trystan closed the door and padded across the floor and over to the maid as she poured his medicine.
“I’m not sick anymore, Tohri. You don’t have to worry about me.” She finished pouring and handed it to him. “But your father and I are. You have anemia and you need that extra blue blood to heal those wounds.”
“It’s small wounds.” He grunted when her fist came in contact with his stomach. Tohri may be a petite woman but she has some powerful punches.
“Listen to me and your father.” She handed him the cup and he took it, grimacing. He gulped it down, the thick liquid running down his throat. Tohri handed him a cup of water and he rinsed the bitter taste out and spit it back in the cup.
“Which means it’s good for you and it’s helping.”
“Good night Torhi.”
“Goodnight Your Highness,” She said, taking the tray of medicine out. He shut the door and went back to his bed. Well, at least the disgusting medicine is out of the way. The only reason he has anemia is because of all the blood loss he had when battling and fighting. Damn those Light Angels.
He was ready to go to sleep, disappointed that she didn’t come until he picked up a soft knock. He went to the door and opened it. Ehlena stood there, with only her nightgown.
“I accept your offer.”
“You need your sleep.” Please do come in, Trystan wanted to say.
“Then I’ll sleep in your bed.” He opened the door a bit wider so she can walk in. He shut and saw Ehlena was standing in the middle of the room. “You really shouldn’t be here.”
She turned around, her fingers on the straps. “But I chose to be. I accepted your offer, Trystan.” Her fingers pulled the straps down, leaving the nightgown pooling around her ankles. Trystan took in a deep breath, trying to relax.
And here, Trystan thought she wasn’t fully developed yet. No, he was wrong. Round luscious breasts that he can’t wait to feel. His eyes went lower to her small waist and big hips where a tattoo of two pairs of wings were, very naughty, and then to the junction between her legs and his nose flared as his breathing increased. Ehlena slowly walked up to him.
She was the first to kiss him. He kissed her back, pulling her closer to show her how much he wanted her. “Trystan, take me now please,” She pleaded. Trystan gave her one look and picked her up and settled her gently on his bed. He never took his eyes off her as he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and slipped them off. Ehlena widened her eyes at how ready he was.
He laid on top of her, her soft breasts brushing against his chest. “Trystan, I’m not…not experienced.” Ehlena stammered.
“I’ll be gentle,” He said as his mouth descended on her lips again.
Trystan lazily brushed his fingertips up and down on Ehlena’s arm as she fell asleep against him. Her head was laying on his triceps, with her arm around his torso. She fell asleep since Trystan had tired her so much, but hey, at least she looks satisfied and content sleeping. It was almost morning and he needed to get his clothes ready, his weapons, and train the young ones.
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For years, the Dark and Light Angels have been in each other's hair. The Dark Angels have been misjudged as evil and heartless. The Light Angels have been judged as obnoxious. But Ehlena has found that the Dark Angel are not that bad. She soon finds...