He watched from the safety from under his cloak that hid him from the world.
He watched Azalea twirl about in Mr. Keepers' arms.
He watched as she looked scared, but determined.
He smiled, but it dropped when he realized she was caught.
Princess Azalea had finally been caught.
His Azalea had been caught.
Blood boiled through his veins as he watched the pale man wrap the scarf around her, catching her, pulling her flush against the Keepers form.
He watched as the Keeper brushed his lips against her neck.
He watched her shudder.
He saw words exchanged between them.
He watched as the Keeper bent down.
He knew where he was going to put his lips next.
Lord Bradford would have no one tainting his Azaleas' lips. Her entire being belonged to him. He just knew it, it felt right, calling her his own, and wanting to box a face or two in for trying to kiss her.
He watched, as his fist soared through the air, covered by the cloak, and watched as the Keeper fell backwards.
He ripped the cloak from his form, grabbed his watch, grabbed Azalea by the waist, threw her over his shoulders, and ran. Her sisters following behind, sensing the danger they were in.
He could hear the screams of frustration coming from the Keeper.
He didn't care. They ran up the steps, rubbed the brick, and ran into the girls' room.
The girls began freaking out, he hushed them. He usually wouldn't be rude to them, but he had Azalea to worry about.
Azalea stared him in the eye, his cloak draped over his arm.
They hadn't noticed that her sisters left.
"Mr. Bradford…"
"Azalea. Princess." He whispered softly, cupping her cheek.
"How did you…"
"I knew something was amiss. I followed you through. He… He was going to kiss you. I wouldn't let that happen."
"Why?" She asked, tilting her head.
He gave her his crooked smile, "Because," He leaned down so their lips were right in front of each other, "Because Princess Azalea Kathryn Wentworth, only I can kiss those lips of yours."
With that, he pressed his mouth over hers, in a dominating manner.
She gently leaned back wards and lay on her bed.
He crawled on top of her, straddling her.
He slid his hands along her curves and she gave a light moan. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, massaging her tongue with his.
He left her mouth when he thought she learned the fact she belonged to him.
He trailed kisses to her neck, where he bit down.
"Ah! Mr. Bradford!" She gasped.
His eyes glinted and he licked and sucked where he marked her.
He pulled away and stared at his handiwork.
Azalea blushed under his gaze and looked away.
He clicked at her. "Don't shy away Princess." He whispered in a loving manner.
She turned her head back to him, her face a pretty pink.
He climbed off her and stood next to her bed, where she sat up.
"I have to go, but remember," He pressed his lips possessively over hers, "Who you belong too."
He nuzzled her hair and threw his cloak over top himself.
"I'll be around, My Princess Azalea."
He watched her smile and look down blushing.
He carefully left the palace, a grin across his face.