"Does my touch not please you, Princess? Are my hands too calloused for your liking? I apologize. I'm not of noble blood. I'm just a poor potato farmers son. We couldn't all be born Royal now could we."
Her silence infuriated him.
He slapped her hard and then slammed his mouth against hers so hard she felt his teeth sink into her flesh. She started to taste her own blood. She pushed him hard enough to break the kiss and slap him hard across his face. He backhanded her again and she fell hard onto the marble floor. Before she could react, he was on top of her.
"You bitch!"
He grabbed her by the shoulders and began to shake her.
Her head was spinning when he finally stopped his tirade, and once more his hands were roving all ov
In all the confusion Flossina seized the opportunity and kneed him in his bare groin with all of her might. He let out a blood-curdling howl of pain and doubled over, all the while holding his crotch. All the fear, all the anger, and all of the hatred she felt for this man bubbled up within her and she gave him one final kick in his face. It knocked him out cold. She looked around and ran over to where she had left the holy man to rest."Our ride has arrived! We are safe," she informed him while she gently shook him.He was hunched over with the hood of his cloak covering his head. She knelt and touched his shoulder. His head lifelessly rolled around on his shoulders and she knew he was dead. She gently laid his body down on the ground."I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She whispered and placed a kiss on his forehead as a
Marlon was amazing, she couldn’t help but think. He climbed up just as quickly but halfway to the top she noticed three more guards enter the tower, this time with their bows at ready. They fired simultaneously.Flossina yelled, "Hurry!"Marlon looked below him and saw the arrows coming for him he climbed faster than he ever had and felt the familiar piercing of his flesh as an arrow grazed his right arm. He had been taught to ignore the pain and succeed with the mission. Princess Flossina was his mission and until she was safe he couldn't stop. Flossina watched as they readied their bows again. He saw the look of sheer worry on her face. Her emotions for him softened his heart towards her even more. He didn’t know why it mattered, or why he cared at this very moment with everything happening arou
Flossina felt the crisp, cool wind on her face and was so grateful he had covered her with his thick warm cloak. She thanked the gods for her new champion. She closed her eyes and sighed. It was a sigh of relief. She relaxed against him as they soared above the clouds. She felt her eyes growing heavy. She was bone tired. Tonight was the bravest she'd ever been or had to be. She had succeeded in keeping her virtue intact. She recalled knocKing the General unconscious on the floor, and she smiled at his misfortune. All her life she had been taught that a Princess was permitted to revel in her country's accomplishments, and not their own. She sighed again. Her eyelids were getting so heavy as if he had read her mind he put his lips to her ear and spoke. It sent tingles all over her body."You can rest. You're safe."
When he returned he had fresh linens and a wooden bowl filled with steaming water. He sat it down on the small table beside the bed and took one of the small square pieces of linen and dipped it into the water."I have to clean this." He told her.Flossina was feeling a myriad of emotions at the moment and really didn't want Marlon fussing over her bruises. They did hurt like hell. She didn't want him to think she was being weak or difficult. She had already caused quite enough trouble in this man’s life. If she wanted him to help her she had to begin to show him that he could trust her. She sat quietly, holding her small frame as still as she could while he tended to the wounds on her face, arms, and hands. She was still surprised at how gentle he was with her. The contrast to his persona intrigued her
He leaned towards her and gently placed his left hand on her forehead, checking her temperature until she protested."Please stop making a fuss over me. I'm fine."She was sitting in front of him. She hadn't noticed how tired he looked. His eyes seemed dark with emotion now, and she felt compelled to touch him. She reached over and took his hand into her own.He had heard her groans from downstairs and wanted to make sure she was ok. looking at her now, she didn't sound or look as battered as she had when he first laid eyes on her. She didn't want him to fuss over her, and he didn’t either, but that was all he found himself doing. She had been hurt badly within the last few days. He felt it was his duty to make sure she was kept safe. He knew he should let his com
"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.