Three weeks later.......
The palace was so quiet compared to the week before. But I guess that was thanks to me. But he had it coming.
He should have never tried that with his parents and think that I wasn't going to say anything.
He sat right there and said that he was thinking about marrying me but hasn't even taken the minute to evoke the interracial clause.
Not that I care because he was the very last person that I would decide to marry. The very last. I think I would actually consider being celebet even then.
But back to the problem at hand. I gave him a piece of my mind. I know it was wrong but he pushed me to go that far.
I don't care what people think of me but I dont like people lying on me.
I went to the library and opened the door but froze as I saw him. He looked up and stared at me. I tore my gaze away from his and went to the book shelf.
"Are my books to your liking?" He asked.
"They are a very good selection" I said .
He looked at me and I tried to ignore him. The key word was trued. His eyes were almost piercing.
"What?!" I yelled.
"You eyes are a unique color. Like the ocean. They are nice to look at." He said.
"Stop coming on to me." I snapped.
"Can't I even give you a compliment. It isn't all that bad. And if I was coming on to you why is that so bad?" He asked.
I closed my eyes and went back to the bookshelf.
"You aren't going to get me. No matter how hard you try. I won't fall in love because I am a logical person. And love isn't in logics. There fore it is irrelevant." I said.
"So all that stuff about adopting kids and being an orphan. That was all a lie?" He asked.
"No. But why is that relevant at the moment?" I asked.
"You need love for the kids." He said.
" I'll love them. I'll keep them safe and they will become great people." I said.
"What do toy mean by keep them safe?" He asked.
I froze. I let that slip. I didn't mean to give that much away through words.
"Nothing. I didn't mean anything by it. Nothing at all." I said.
I looked at him and he looked as though he didn't believe me but he didn't press on. And for that I was grateful. I didn't feel much up to arguing today.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Okay? Its boring. I can't leave. I can't go home. I'm like a prisoner. I might as well be locked up in the cells. I'm not a fish. I can't live in a small place and be expected to live for a long time. I will sing for you if that meant my freedom but I have a feeling that I would only make you make me stay even more." I said.
"Would you like to go horseback riding?! He asked.
I froze. Horseback riding. I loved horseback riding.
"What's the catch?" I asked.
"I have to accompany you." He said.
I weighed my options. Be with him. Stay cooped up like a caged animal.
"Can we go right now?" I asked.
He set down his file and walked towards me. He held out his forearm and looked at me expectedly.
"Madame." He smiled.
I wrapped my hand around his arm and we walked out the room through the halls to the outside.
Once inside the stables my eyes went to a raging beast. He was huge and strong. Every inch seemed to be muscle.
"That is Warrior. He is a war horse." He explained
"That's why he look so mean. He is only taken out on rides when there is a war and with that there is no guarantee that he would live." I said.
"If you want ride him." He said.
"I'm not stupid..he only listens to you." I said.
"Then ride him with me." He said.
"I prefer my own made or stallion thanks." I said.
He chuckled and saddled up a fine mare. I hopped on and he shocked me by riding bare back on the huge beast.
"Shall we?" He asked.
Thirty minutes later........
We arrived at a beautiful meadow with a weeping willow in the middle. It was like a place faires, if they existed, would hang around.
It was so calming and warm. Magical if that was a logical thought.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"Yes. It is beautiful." I said.
"How about you ride Warrior with me?" He suggested.
"No." I said quickly.
"Come on." He said.
"No. You will not get me in that horse Lazaras." I said using his christian name.
"I get it. You are afraid." He said.
I froze and looked at him. Did he just call me a chicken.
I grabbed his hand and swung in front of him onto the horse. It felt weird. I wiggled and moved until I hears a groan and Lazaras wrapped his arms around me tightly to stop my movements.
"You are making a little trouble if you can't already fill it." He said.
Oh I felt it and my was it like this beast between my legs. I froze. Oh man. That felt and sounded too sexual in anyway I said it.
"Just start the horse okay. " I said a little breathless.
He kicked Warriors sides and I felt the muscles work under me.....oh god. Anyway I described this beast would sound seductive.
But it was the best rude I have ever.been on and not that type of ride either.
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