ISABELLE'S POV— 90

"Oh my goodness, Thanks Nash, I'm sorry for having you come back here," I said. Kyler seemed to have the time of his life today.

"It's fine, anything for His Majesty," he says. Standing feet away from the bed. To be honest, I did enjoy the show, not like it's a show. However, I am glad Kyler tool me along. it was fun.

"If you excuse me," Nash bowed and swiftly moved back until he left the chambers. I turned back to Kyler on the bed, and he smiled with his eyes open. I thought he was sleeping, whoever gave him this idea, I appreciate, because he looked like he was stressing.

"You look happy, Mr Castiel," I teased, and he smiled more, caught my wrist, and pulled me to his body, rolling over.

"You've been everything these days, now you're calling me Mr Castiel?" He says, his breath pouring against my face, and all I can smell is beer cause that's all he had, and I had.

"Yes, right now, you're not the king of Yodora. You're my husband," I caressed his face, my eyes dancing around his fac