"It isn't difficult. You kissed me." She felt her face growing warm at her blunt conversation. "And I would like you to kiss me again."
He was trying damned hard to control himself, but she wasn't taKing ‘no’ for an answer. Ever since their first kiss he couldn't get her off of his mind in that way. Kissing her was all he thought about lately.
"Princess-" He was about to continue but she caught him off guard and kissed him on the lips.
It caught him by surprise at first, but once he got the taste of her he felt his control slipping away as he enveloped her in his muscular arms, and kissed her back with all the pent up passion he felt for her.
Flossina lost track of what they were talking about, so hot was the kiss between her and Marlon. She felt herself wrap
"I'm sorry. Please, Forgive me." She picked up the material up from off of the floor and wrapped it around her once more."No, I'm the one who’s sorry. If only I would have come faster for you..""Please, don't. It was my own fault. I should have stayed put. I was just so angry. I wanted revenge on my stepfather.""How did you leave?" He asked.Marlon knew nothing of the Demi-Goddesses assistance in aiding her escape from his home. She didn't want to tell him just yet. She recalled when she had told him about going to visit her deceased mother and the look of disbelief he had on his face. He hadn't believed her. He had thought it was the delirium of her head injury. She lied."I...I don't recall. I was at Moena on
She recalled falling asleep in Marlon’s arms late last night but she did not recall him bundling her up and flying them back to his home, Moeina, or being placed inside his bedchamber. She saw no trace of him when she awoke. She was trying to quiet the voices of defeat and grief that seemed to be replaying over and over again in her mind as the events that took place over the past days flooded her. She put on a brown cotton dress that was sitting atop the bed at the foot. She wondered where Marlon had gone to. She opened the bedchamber door to go in search of him. She was halted by a young boy, who looked no more than sixteen summers, standing guard at Marlon’s chamber door. She wondered who he was. He was staring at her like he had never seen another person before.It almost became awkward. He spoke to her then.
It was well past nightfall when Marlon returned. Flossina had occupied herself with reading his many herb journals. She left them strewn about the large room. The further he walked into the room he noticed it changed from books to various weapons of his neatly lined up on the mattress at the foot of the bed. He took his scabbard off and laid it down alongside the others.“I see you’ve kept yourself occupied.” He remarked, as if this was an everyday occurrence.She looked up from a holistic medical journal she was reading, smirked at him and then spoke.“There was nothing for me to do. The boy guard at the door told me I was to stay here. I cannot tour the castle alone. I can only go if your ‘Commander’ escorts me. Who
She smiled as she held the weapon in her hand.“And what of this one?” She asked him.“This one was payment..”“Payment? What services did you provide? Holistic?”“No, I killed a man.” He watched her face to see her reaction.She only smiled and rolled her eyes, and it made him smirk.Next, he picked up a double edged sword.“I borrowed this from a soldier I had to incapacitate. I needed his armour for a disguise.”“Yes, I see, much like you did at MeadowBrooke.”
“We can’t do this.” He stated soberly.She kissed his lips once more, hoping he would cease his talk, but instead he gently pushed her away so she couldn’t kiss him any longer.“Yes we can. It’s alright.” She assured him.“No, Princess, really, we can’t.” He said as he got up off of the bed, trying to put some distance between them. It wasn’t worKing. This woman had invaded his thoughts the moment he had found her on his doorstep, and now she was in his room kissing her.Flossina had never been rejected, and the feeling was unfamiliar and unpleasant to her. She crawled onto the bed until she was on the edge. hen kneeled on it. He saw the way she looked at him dejected and sad.He felt guilty.
She drank him. Her touch was light as she made a trail along his chest to his well defined abdomen. He felt like living marble to her. She looked at him. He was watching her intently.“Undo them.” He commanded referring to his pants.She smiled at him. She had to work up the courage to do it. She had never noticed it until now, and now she was really noticing it. She began to untie the thin leather strips at his groin when there was a loud knock on the door. It startled Flossina and she instinctively covered herself with her hands. He pulled the top of her dress up and she got back under the covers.He quickly located his shirt and put it on. Then he walked to the door and opened it. She watched as he opened it and went outside. She wondered what the young guard must think.
He searched her face.“I understand.” She said simply.“I promise I will explain it all when I come back, but now I must go.” He planted a quick kiss in the center of her forehead and exited the room, closing the door behind him.She wrapped her arms around herself. She shivered when she thought about what almost happened between them and hoped he wouldn’t be long… **********Marlon could barely keep his mind on the round table discussion he was having with his three Chief officers in regards to what they were undertaking. He hadn't realized how preoccupied his thoughts were
Marlon hated he even had to speak on it,but he had no choice now, not if he wanted his men to fight for this cause.“I would assist her in dethroning the King, putting us all back in Royal positions and clearing our orders name. That would be on my short list.”All three laughed at his arrogance.“That is why you are the Chief commander,” Bolt noted.“How are we going to dethrone a King? Are our resources strong enough?”Oakley sounded worried.“Yes.” Marlon answered.“There isn't more than one hundred and fifty of us.”“Numbers have never stopped
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Queen Bihadlly : Ruler of ZuffKing Fvendal: A poor yet brave warrior who aided in conquering of the SheHaaltesKing Tehxadlayk: Pure Blood Royal. Queen Bihadlly's one true love. First husband. Murdered by thr SheHaaltes.Prince Yupta: SheHaaltes King's brother. Accused of murdering King TehxadlaykAmbrose: Last Known Chieftan of the Collective before its disbanding. Marlons father.General Torunn: General of Zuff army. Close confidante to King Fvendal.Marlon: Assassin/ Leader of a disbanded elite Royal fighting group called the Collective.Deleav: Spy/ Second in Command of the disbanded elite royal fighting group the Collective.Agnes: Queen Bihadlly's personal gardener and confidante.King Osiris: Egyptian God of thr underworld.Khepri: Goddess of creation and renewal of life.Thoth: God of writing,magic and the moon.
She was expecting them to leave, but they didn’t instead they all began to clap and chant. “Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!”Marlon turned and looked up at her.She looked back at him. She had done what she thought she would never be able to do. Believe in herself and lead her people…******Later that night …Flossina fell on top of Marlon’s chest out of breath. Once again he had made her body feel exquisite. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed but his heartbeat was rapid.“I can’t believe it’s over.” She said.&ldquo
Flossina was announced upon her arrival.“Queen Flossina, Ruler and last living heir of Zuff.”She watched the room full of Chieftain Lords and Ladies bow and curtsy as she walked forward to her throne.Marlon walked several steps behind her.She could see the looks of puzzlement on their faces, but she kept her face expressionless and her vision forward. She climbed the stairs.Marlon stood on the bottom of them looking out at the crowd. Once she reached the top she turned and looked out at the sea of faces. She did not see Lord Azelle. It did not matter. She had to once again address her people and make them believe in her.“Chieftain Lords an
She touched his cheek then, bringing him back to reality.“I am fine, Marlon. I promise. It’s over.” She reassured him.He hugged her tight.She didn’t care that he wore armour and it was cold against the sheer outfit she wore. She was just happy it was finally over.There was a loud knock on the door. She jumped. Marlon pulled his sword out.She walked over to her door and opened it. It was General Torunn’s second in Comand, Blake.Blake stood in the foyer of her bedchamber. He bowed to her, and then spoke.“Your Majesty, It appears General Torunn is dead.”
“Is something wrong General?” She asked as if she didn’t know what was going on. She picked up the carving knife and held it behind her back as she slowly walked toward him.“He staggered towards her.“You..you… My food...you poisoned me!”She smiled at his helpless expression.“No, General. I didn’t poison the food.”He looked puzzled until she finished“But I did poison your precious wine. And you’ve almost drank the entire bottle ensuring your death.”The shock on his face was priceless to her.
“To our future Your Majesty, may it be prosperous and blessed.”She smiled and brought the cup to her lips, but did not drink it. She watched as he drank the liquid in one gulp.“That was delicious.” He said.She still held the goblet in her hand when she walked to her place and sat down.He sat down after her.“Husband, I mean General? Could your men wait outside while we dine?”He looked curious at her request. She once again lied to placate him.“I wish to enjoy our meal together and to speak freely of the upcoming plans to be made”
Flossina had to admit she was impressed at how beautiful and delicious all of the food looked. It had been made in record time. For this occasion she had decided to wear the one of the wedding gifts General Torunn had given her. It was a sheer white floor length gown with lace flowers intricately placed on her breasts and at the juncture of her thighs. Tonight, she also wore the Crowned Jewels around her neck and the crown on her head. Cook seem ecstatic that the Queen herself came early to see what all she had cooked.“Your Majesty, it is an honor to feed you and your husband, the General. I hope the food will be to your liking.”“Thank you cook, for putting this together on such short notice.”The cook smiled, curtsied, took two steps bac