All Chapters of Sold to the Dragon Prince : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

/His POV/  Once Celina departed from his bed, he had no motivation to fall asleep. The Prince realised that, in a way, she helped him to have a peaceful night of rest. Just the thought of it made his lips curl at the edges.     It was snowing outside, but that didn't deter his mood. At all.    His stomach rumbled in response, and he tiptoed out of the room, slipping quickly into the bathroom and closing the door behind himself. After he relieved himself and washed his hands, Javier glanced in the mirror at his appearance, smoothing his hair a little.    The Prince had a healthy glow to his face, and he appeared happy. A look he had been missing for several years now. Shaking his head, he pushed himself and took a long hot sho

By the time they managed to reach the Castle, Celina was a mess. The Prince tugged her to the carpeted staircase, incredibly slowly, his arms coming around her waist. She still couldn’t believe that Javier got them drenched so that he didn’t have to talk with that older man. What was all that about?      She blearily took in her surroundings; the entire place was so quiet and dark, only a few dimmed lights here and there drawing long shadows. The maid wondered if it was another dream of hers. As they continued walking, the stairs creaked and groaned beneath their weight, sounding similar to drawn-out wailing.      The eighteen-year-old breath stuttered as something in her chest, clenched unpleasantly. Before she knew, the maid sneeze

/Third Persons POV/  Celina blinked at her friend, eyes wide and mouth parted. “What?!”   “It makes perfect sense”, Flora argued.   Her friend had utterly lost the plot. How could she come to that conclusion? Javier was not in love with her, right? They have only started going out.    “You don’t know what I am talking about.”    Flora sighed. “Oh, but I do! I can see the love in his eyes! The way his eyes never stray away from your face when you both are in one room.”   “Now you are just making up a story.”   &nbs

Celina ended up walking in a room that resembled a lot like a small study. She wasn't in the mood to retrieve to the kitchen, stare at Beth and Avery's stoic faces. They were still upset with her. Not her fault.    The room she entered was mainly was a sitting room or one of many reception rooms; she had no bloody idea. The Castle was so massive that the eighteen-year-old barely remembered the rooms. Maybe because the maid headquarters and the Prince's room were her most visited ones, she never bothered to explore beyond that.     Once inside the room, she admired the bookshelves lining the walls, a small table and upholstered chairs, a plush velvet ottoman and a crystal chandelier. It was too fancy to be a small study. Then again, anything could be possible in a Castle like this.&n

The Prince’s fingers remained tracing over her face for another handful of moment. She wanted to move away from his touch but held her ground. Celina tried to look at Javier, yet her heartbeat was so painful and heavy that it seemed to punch her glance into a new direction every fraction of a second.    “Celina?” He cleared his throat, his voice making an effort to focus back on the conversation at hand. She blinked at him, cheeks red at not being attentive.   “Sorry”   “Did you catch a word I said?”   “Umm...”   Javier shook his head. “I said that I planned something special for you today. Don’t make any plans for tonight. It’ll be just you and me.”