All Chapters of The Right Choice : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

He woke up holding her, this woman who was the source of so many of his memories who now had no memory of him. Still, she had kissed him last night after letting him share her bed. Maybe all was not lost. He stared at her as the morning sun crept over her face. He couldn't help himself, and he kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes then, and the momentary panic in them caused him so much pain. It was only a moment, though, before she looked at him and smiled. "Good morning, husband," she blushed. The smile he gave her made her heart race. She could see why she fell for him the first time. "Good morning, wife," he replied. "I'm sorry for waking you." She smiled, "There are definitely worse ways to wake up." She snuggled up to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. "I wish I remembered you... you smell nice. Familiar. Homey." That gave him an idea. "Let's go to Lydisia," he said, pulling back to look at her. "We can go to where we first met, and then we can go home to Odel.

Abigail and Grayson were five years old the first time he had secretly used his magic on her. Despite her earlier claims that she had never fallen out of a tree, she did just that on the third day of his visit. She had finally convinced him to join her in the branches when the one she was sitting on snapped, and she fell to the ground hard. She was more in shock than anything and hadn't yet realized she was hurt. He ran to her. "Abby! Are you okay?" Abigail looked like she was trying to decide whether or not she needed to cry, when she looked up and him and decided tears were the right way to go. "Grayson, it hurts," she cried. "What does, Abby?" "My arm," she cried. He looked at her arm, and she did have a sizable scrape down her arm. Fortunately, she hadn't fallen far - Grayson didn't know if he was strong enough to heal broken bones. "Come here, Abby," he said, helping her stand. "Where can we go to get you cleaned up?" "The barn," she sniffled. "It's right over there

They stayed in Lydisia for about a week, deciding to go back to the village to see Celina, Thomas, Laurie, and Aryk. The older sorcerer had decided to settle in the village for the time as a protector. You never know when a sorcerer is needed. Word of the Duchess's injury had reached even here, and the others were waiting patiently to see if she would remember them. "I... remember this place..." she said. "We danced here... did you propose to me here?" she asked Grayson. "I did," he replied. "As we were dancing." She smiled at him. The whole trip there, she had been remembering bits and pieces of their lives.They had bypassed Knocklean. It was too soon to bring back those memories. It was too soon for both of them. The last thing he ever wanted was to remember the times he almost lost her.She had Grayson help her off her horse as they arrived in the village. She stood there for a moment and looked around. "I gave birth to the twins here.""You did," he smiled. "This is where I c

King Tobe walked the halls of the castle. It was the darkest hour of the night and he was chasing sleep through the hallways of the castle as if it were a lover using hide and seek as foreplay. He had had neither sleep nor foreplay in so long he’d forgotten what both felt like. The loss of his wife, Queen Aylese, a year ago had left him wretched and haunted – a ghost of a man that even the goddess of rest avoided.As he wandered the halls, he took a mental roll call of the night guards. He had seen many of these men as infants on the breast, and now he rented their lives to protect his. The irony that there was not much left of him to save not escaping him.Jacob. Brantley. Matthew. Jamil. He named them all in his head as he passed them. Grayson. Thomas. Eryk.“Who are you?” His roll call had been interrupted by a new face.The young man looked confused, almost hurt. The King knew all of their names, but he had forgotten him. “Weston, your grace,” the young man bowed.“You don’t belon

"I never want to make them with anyone else," he replied. She pulled him into a deep kiss, and he responded immediately. He lifted her off the ground by her bottom, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Excuse us," he said to Thomas and Celina, who were dancing nearby. He remembered there were tents nearby they could use. Thomas laughed, "I'm glad some things haven't changed with you two." Celina smiled at them. "Me too," Grayson agreed. "She's too beautiful to resist." Abigail buried her face in his shoulder. "How many children do you have now?" Celina asked. "Five," he answered without explanation. He carried her off of the dance floor. He carried her over to one of the tents along the edge of the dance floor. He set her down on the ground when they stepped inside, but only long enough to make sure the door to the tent was closed. He turned around then and grabbed her hand, pulling her to his chest roughly. She cried out in delight when he pulled her into a roug