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'M-My lord?'
'You heard me. You're coming with me.'
'But- b- I - huh?'
'Is there something wrong?'
'I don't understand. I won't be able to serve you properly in this state and besides, the masters will never agree to let me leave now with the party tomorrow, even if I make it back in time for the clean up and-'
'You don't have to understand, you won't be coming back. You're coming with me.' He starts to play with a strand of hair. 'Or did you change your mind about watching me?' A large smirk appears on his face and I feel my whole body tensing up and my cheeks colouring. By seeing that happening he laughs really hard and though I feel really embarrassed I like the sound. He gets up and start walking away.
'Sleep, we will leave early.'
I feel my eyes getting heavy and falling down.
'Rana.' He stopped walking and turns around. 'My name... is Rana.' I whisper and fall asleep. The last thing I see is those deep blue eyes looking at me.
For the first time in a really long time I wake up feeling well-rested but it's still early. I look around and get confused, I'm not in my bedroom but in the guest room? I'm lying in a comfy bed and I see prince Tristan lying in the longchair?What happened?
I get up to sit on the edge of the bed and suddenly the pain takes me back to yesterday. I remember everything. Slowly I try to stand on my feet, it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Maybe my body is getting used to it.
Walking around the room I see nothing that resembles my clothes or any clothes descent enough to walk around in. I hear prince Tristan breathing, he looks so peaceful and innocent. I chuckle at the thought. Lady Dalia said they call him a wild savage but right now...
My hands seem to move on their own and I put his hair a little sideways so I can see his face better. He really looks like a man, a little rough around the edges but still.... And then my eyes fall on the long scar. I've seen it yesterday but I didn't pay much attention to it. Softly, I trace it with my fingertip. From his temple, right next to his eye, down to his cheek. It looks old and well healed but it's still very visible.
'Are you scared?' He asks, still with his eyes closed. Startled by his sudden question I withdraw my hand from his face, I thought he was sleeping.
'I'm so sorry my lord, I didn't mean to-'
'I asked if you were scared.' Still with his eyes closed and his breathing steady.
'I'm so sorry your highness, I didn't mean to touch you. Please-'
'I - asked - if - you - were - scared.' Finally he opens his eyes, but he didn't look angry. He sits up and stares at me emotionless.
'No my lord.'
'Tristan.'
'My lord?'
'My name is Tristan, we will be spending a lot of time together...' He stands up, I can feel the warmth of his skin. '...so I would appreciate it if you just called me Tristan... Rana.' He said with a low voice and gave me a deep look. O gods, I feel my knees getting weak and place my hands to his bare chest.
Slowly I look up into his eyes. He gives me a deep look and I catch him licking his lips. I answer by biting the corner of my lower lip. Still looking into his eyes 'Based on your actions so far I'm not scared m-... Tristan.'
I see his eyes widen.
'Aren't you afraid of my scar? Aren't you wondering how I got it?'
'That scar isn't going to hurt me.' Still looking in his eyes I take a few steps back and turn around. 'If one scar scares me then I should be petrified.' And I take the shirt of my shoulders and let it fall of my back, I feel it landing on my hips. Now exposed I feel really embarrassed but weirdly enough I feel at ease at the same time. I feel him coming closer and I turn my head to look at him.
I feel his chest barely touching my back. With his fingertips he touches my shoulders down to my arms, moving back up and moving my hair to the side. I feel him breathing in the crease of my neck and I let out a small moan. Not once had a man this effect on me. In my training as a love slave we were told what to do and how to pleasure a man. Many men payed my previous master to have their way with me, and one even succeeded. But I never liked it, I even threw up a few times after pleasuring them, even when they just wanted to watch I felt disgusted. I never wanted to hear a man moan my name or go crazy over my touch, until now. I never felt my thighs clench together so hard as now, never have I wanted a man so bad as now. He is barely touching me and even if I'm standing before him with a heavily mutilated back... I feel my juices almost dripping on my inner legs.
He picks up the shirt from my hips and places it back over my shoulders. Gently he turns me around to face him again. I take a stare and whisper 'I'm not scared.'
I notice he's breathing heavy and if I didn't know any better he was as aroused as I am. I take a quick look down and yes, now I'm pretty sure he feels the same way I do. He starts to play with a strand of hair while his other fingers slowly start to make their way down when suddenly there's a knock on the door.
We both snap out of it. He clears his throat uncomfortably, takes a few steps back and with a hoars voice. ' Come in.' I smile and look down to greet Nikon who enters the room.
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