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Antoinette went back to him, to split them just a few steps, she looked at him curious and smiled him shy.
> She was interested.
> He answered back smiling.
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He'll cut his distance and grabbed her hands, smiled sweet and joyful.
> The eyes shined to envy the emerald on the queen's crown.
Antoinette struck her eyes.
> She started stuttering.
The boy laughed again and took her in his arms, lifting her off the ground and turning around himself.
> he stopped, but he didn't get her back on the ground. He looked at her hopeful.
> Her face was a flawless mask. Maybe it's because of the surprises.
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He put her back on the ground, but he didn't take his arms off her torso, and his eyes from her, but they seemed to want to escape from him.
> She asked.
> He reminded her of the conversation she mentioned.
> She nodded trying to look decisive and not scared as she was.
He thought he actually owed her time. It was a difficult choice for her. What would she have done? Would she leave her family and her duty to follow her heart or would she have put it aside?
He didn't want to put too much pressure on that stalemate. He knew he was too reckless, even though that it was really what he wanted, he knew that both of them, she more than him, had to lose. He just wanted to let her know that there was another way, besides the one that was lying in front of her like a red velvet carpet, it just took more courage and a dose of madness.
He noticed the tremor that was shaking her mild.
> He took her in his arm as a princess and entered in the house.
She had snuggled to his chest, her head full of conflicting questions and thoughts about what she was supposed to do with her life.
How could she give up to her reality? She had duties to her people and to the crown. The king had put confidence in her to unify two great powers in a marriage that would help everyone economically. She was raised for that.
But Adrien... the moments that she spent with him had been very few but intense and that sprouted love so fast was making her living for the first time in joy.
What was she supposed to choose?
Why did she had to choose?
She sighed.
They came into the bedroom and she suddenly remembered the sheets.
Adrien put her down on the ground and went to see if there was anything in the wardrobe to dry both of them.
> She asked blushing.
> He said proud of himself.
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> He turned around and approached her, with a dry cloth rubbed her hair. Antoinette had her head down and she was even more red for embarrassment.
> She Whispered uncertain.
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He said it as if it was natural to see a woman strip in front of him.
> For her it was not easy.
>
He couldn't believe it.
> She Sticky-struck.
Adrien arrogantly approached his lips to her ear.
> He whispered malicious.
> She took her distance with extreme embarrassment.
> He was trying to keep the laughter with his own heart.
She just pretended to look proud and he realized that he couldn't win that battle. In deep, what's important is that she just put something dry on herself so she wouldn't get sick. He did as she was told, shaking his head amused.
While he was trying to keep his curiosity, he looked around waiting to turn around, he was happily surprised to see that the window reflected her image. Without getting caught, he started spying on her from there.
She slipped her white robe, stuck on the body and now transparent, along the torso and legs, until it got ruined on the ground. The boy swallowed the nothing in the dry throat. She took the towel and started swabping his arms, neck, chest...
He couldn't resist her.
He turned around and reached her.
> She scold him while he felt his arms holding her waist from behind.
> He started kissing her neck and shoulder.
His wet hair lost drops that broke on her skin and saw them fall on her n***d breasts. He turned her towards him.
She looked at him carefully, the gold hair was wet and slipped over his face, leaving some filament attached. He was awfully handsome.
> she blushed but she was too enchanted to look away. When he smiled, he made her melt.
The only thing she could do was setting free the face from a damp strand in front of the eyes.
He didn't waste time kissing her and catching her again, sitting on the edge of the bed with her riding.
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He's been keeping his comrades back and forth for a week to never move from there, so he never left her alone. Everyone was getting suspicious, so he'd be back in town this time.
They spent the days throwing signals and looking for moments of loneliness so they could talk, the nights together were even better because pretending not to belong to each other during the day made it more exciting.
They talked about everything and when they had no words, their eyes would tell what the soul would want to scream to the world.
A love like that, the heavens of Paris, they've never seen it.
They were lying down, she held him in her chest, and he kept her tied to herself for waist. The blankets covered them entirely, like a tent.
> He was amused.
> She explained to him.
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> She nodded.
> He thought out loud.
> She smiled.
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> She raised her eyes to the sky by remembering her childhood.
> He asked courious.
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> He caught frowning.
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> He said it but he knew how fake it was.
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> He looked at her trying to understand her life in that golden prison.
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He saw her yawn and he felt soften.
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> She seemed sad.
> He reassured her.
> She held to him.
> He kissed her sweetly.
He saw her closing her eyes and to help her gently stroked her back with his fingertips. Because of that continuous gesture, he was relaxing more and more until she fell asleep.
> He kissed her head before getting up and prepare to go back to town.
His turn of guard was over.
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