Party
1047 Words
After the meal, Advay was gone for the rest of the day. She heard from the maids that he had some business to attend.
She spent her day, taking a stroll around most of castle and socializing with the other members of the royal family.
It was late in the night when she was already asleep in bed when she felt the bed dipped indicating another weight.
She wanted to just pretend to continue to sleep when she felt his warm chest on her back and his hot breath on the nape of her neck.
She stilled, tightening her fist that were on her sides with a pounding heart.
Annabelle sat up trying her best to behave nonchalant.
"You are back" she said, more of a statement than a question.
"Mmm, I just want to hold you" he said drawing her back to her lying position.
"But, i- I'm hungry. Are you?" Annabelle blurted in a bid to stop him.
She wasn't sure if she was ready to let him touch her, she didn't know if it would only stop at touching.
As she was also attracted to him, with the mate bond adding more to the physical attraction.
He smiled teasingly, "oh! I am very hungry too" he said but the way his eyes seem to take her in tells her it wasn't the literal type of hunger he meant making Annabelle swallow nervously.
Then we should have supper, she declared, rising up without waiting for him to answer.
Annabelle didn't have time to consider the fact that the maids had dressed her up in a rather revealing night wear that didn't hide most of her chest and thighs.
Until Advay commented her outfit. She was embarrassed.
"I can't help but think that you are seducing me, wife" his eyes was a shade darker making her wonder if she made a mistake suggesting that they have supper.
Advay's self control threatened to break when his eyes couldn't help but notice his wife's pale skin and bare thighs.
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Melodious baroque style music could be hard coming from the doors.
Annabelle had changed into a wine coloured fish tail dress, with a dip in front that exposed the mounds of her cleavage.
All of the dresses that were provided for her were all revealing in different ways.
Her eyes scanned the extravagant hall as she walked in.
People in fancy clothes, eating, dancing and chatting, drinking filled the hall.
A perfectly polished floor, with fine rugs. Two long tables stood at the back of the room where different grand dishes and drinks were served.
She sighted Advay in the corner, with lots of people between them. She moved to catch up to him but bumped into someone.
Tall, dark raven hair with broad shoulders, she looked up to meet narrowed eyes.
"Uh-s-sorry" Annabelle stuttered, his heavy aura making her voice crack.
He stared deeply at her for a moment, then bent to whisper in her ears. His breath fanning around the sensitive skin close to her ear.
"You shouldn't be without your husband, princess" his voice seem to be mocking, and then he left.
She felt a hand around her waist, turning her head to find Advay next to her.
His eyes were dark, he seemed to be in a grim mood, his eyes on the route that the stranger just left in.
By the time his gaze now fully focus on her, his eyes traveled down the length of her body, staring a little longer on her breast before traveling back to her face.
He leaned down to say something, but just then someone spoke from behind.
A voluptuous and beautiful woman with a low front just like hers except the show behind her dress was a bit more outrageous.
She had long caramel chocolate hair, and her eyes a matching colour with her hair.
She really was pretty.
"Good evening your highness" she greeted but Annabelle couldn't help noticing how deeply she bowed, her cleavage in an inappropriate display.
She stared back into his eyes with confidence, she behaved as if they were acquaintances.
Moreover, unlike how others would greet her after greeting her husband, she had yet to spare a glance at her.
"Seeing you attend the ball was a surprise on my part, I know you to hardly attend parties. May I have this dance?" She offered her hand to Advay, making Annabelle almost choke at the courage.
She didn't behave like an honourable lady of the society at all.
Annabelle felt something inexplicable inside her as she failed to stop herself from looking at Advay.
She found him staring at her to, with a question in his eyes.
It was as if he was seeking permission from her.
She bit the inside of her lips, her brain slowing down as she was dumbfounded for a moment, Advay looked at the woman and spoke.
"Princess Isabella, meet my wife Annabelle" and finally, the woman turned to look at her.
The woman blinked, batting her lashes before she smiled "Nice to meet you princess Annabelle, I am Princess Isabella from the kingdom of mekbeth"
Annabelle struggled to keep a serene expression remembering the story about the kingdom of mekbeth that was known for its large resources and the influence they had, when Isabella spoke again.
"I hope it won't be a problem if I dance with his highness?"she asked.
No, it would be a problem! How could she ask for a dance she had yet to have with her husband today. She had looked forward to a dance with him and then now some lady was taking that first dance meant for her.
Annabelle had the sudden urge to clench her fist, knowing she could only say yes to her.
It was etiquette not to be impolite to anyone.
"Of course not, princess Annabelle" she said without sparing a glance at Advay who's gaze was now a few shades darker at her approval.
Isabella smiled and Annabelle watch them both step into the dance floor, Isabella's hand placed on her husband's broad chest as his hand automatically moved to her waist.
It was ballet and physical touch was unavoidable but what was this sharp pain that she felt at the bottom of her heart?
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