I woke up in Wyatt's strong arms, his breath tickling my neck. No sunlight filled the room, but I knew I had to return to mine. Something was waiting for me, but I didn't know who or what. I got up; trying not to disturb Wyatt in his sleep, but it was inevitable. His eye shot open and looked at me.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my room for a moment," I said taking my frozen dress off of the chair nearby.
"Why?"
"I need to do something," I said smiling. I kissed him on the forehead. "Don't worry. I'll be back."
"I'll be waiting for you," he said dreamily, already drifting into a comfortable sleep.
"I know," I whispered, "I know."
I walked quickly up the dark stairways until I found my room. I opened the door and a strong breeze blew my hair away from my neck. The window was open, but I swore I had locked it. I walked over to close it when I saw a rose on the windowsill. I picked it up and twirling it in my finger. He would always be with me, no matter what happened. I dropped the rose into the vase that held the flower with one petal. I smiled weakly. I turned and gasped as he stared at me, on the bed.
"So you've deiced to marry him them," he said casually.
"I have no reason not too," I said coldly.
He looked at me. "Are you so sure?"
"Positive," I said my voice rising in anger, "You obviously don't care about me anymore so why shouldn't I marry him?"
"I never said that," he growled, standing up and backing me against the wall, "I never said I didn't care about you."
"Bull," I snapped, pushing at his shoulder, but he didn't budge, "You made it quite clear that you wanted me out of your life when you, Paytah, and I were in the garden. Do not twist your words around."
"Guinevere," he whispered seductively.
I closed my eyes and held myself against the wall. He was seducing me again, but this time I had no will to fight him. He had worn me out and there was nothing I could do.
"We shouldn't," I said as he kissed my neck.
But we are. His voice was silky smooth against my mind. His kissed up my neck and found my lips. He begged for entrance into my mouth, but I firmly resisted. This was wrong, no matter how good it felt.
"Guinevere," he said, his voice pleading.
"We shouldn't," I repeated.
"Tell me not to then," he said sternly, "tell me no. Tell me you don't want me to do this. Tell me and I won't."
He knew I wouldn't. I couldn't tell him not to because, no matter how much I denied it, I wanted him. I wanted him as much as he wanted him.
"Are you going to tell me no, Guinevere," he said, nipping at my bottom lip, "are you going to tell me to get away from you. It is barely even dawn. We have plenty of time to do this and cover it up before anyone wakes, especially your precious Wyatt."
"Stop," I said weakly.
"Stop what?"
"Stop talking about Wyatt."
"Guinevere, please," he begged gruffly, pushing me on my own bed.
"We shouldn't," I repeated.
"How many times must you say that?"
"Until you understand it."
"Then keep repeating yourself," he growled and kissed me so hard that I had no choice but to open my mouth. I had never known that Youko had so much passion in him. His kiss was electrifying, dangerous, pleasurable, seductive, and passionate. I let temptation overrule my better judgment and removed his shirt. He slid the straps from my shoulder and sucked, kissed, and licked my collarbone area. He continued to slide the dress off until it fell to the floor. I sat up quickly and removed his pants and grabbed his neck and kissed him. His touch sent me on fire and I wanted more and more of him than ever before. I arched into him, my stomach touching his as his nail stroked my spine.
"Guinevere," his whispered breathlessly.
"What?"
"Are you ready?"
I thought for a moment before I heard footsteps down the hall. I sat up immediately and looked at Youko. He kissed me once again and fled through the window. I closed the window and grabbed a dress from my closet and put it on. It was a white silk dress with a low neckline and thin straps. I fix my hair as it was and spray some perfume on to try and rid Youko's scent. I sat on my bed and my fingers felt something soft and silky. I picked it up. It was a blanket made entirely of silver fox fur. I held it close to my face and cried one tear. I knew that kiss was the last one and so did he. I put in underneath my bed and stood up before Wyatt entered; looking scared and hurt at the same time.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, just wondered what was taking you so long?"
I walked up to him. "I just wanted to try this one for you. Do you like it?"
He swallowed and nodded. "It's beautiful, especially for you."
I smiled and wrapped my hands around his neck. "Wyatt."
"Yeah?"
"What did you think was happening?"
He swallowed once before saying, "I thought you were with another man, but I guess I was wrong. Forgive me?"
I was silent before I answered him. "Why did you think that?"
"I guess I still don't trust you when it comes to Youko. I know how you feel about him and I let my mind wander. I'm sorry I even thought about it."
I had to tell him. I just had too before it was too late. I hoped he would understand. "I'm the one who should be apologizing."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid your assumption was correct."
He was silent. "You came to meet Youko here?"
I shook my head. "I had no idea he was here, Wyatt, I swear. He came in and well, we talked and then we began to kiss and then you came."
"Would you have bedded with him if I had not come?" he asked his voice hard.
I thought about it for a long time. "In the end, I believe I would have said no. I want to start on a clean slate and now I know he is truly gone from my life. Nothing can be between us anymore, I promise you that. I am so incredibly sorry for what I have done and I do not expect you to forgive me so easily. I gave into temptation too easily. I should not have, but I did. I had a choice against it, but I took the easy way and gave in. Please, Wyatt, I beg of you. Please forgive me."
Wyatt was silent for a very long time, his brilliant blue eyes staring at me through the darkness. He broke the long silence with a deep chuckle.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"Guinevere, when was your birthday?"
"My sixteenth birthday was not too long ago. I was still with Youko when it happened. Why?"
"I forgive you, Guinevere and you did not have a choice in the matter."
"Yes, I did," I argued.
"No, my love, you didn't. You are in heat."
I stared at him for a long time. Heat? I was in heat? So the only reason Youko said all of that was because I was in heat? The son of a bitch! He used me. Well, almost anyway. I hated him. He would never touch me again. Ever.
"I can smell it very well and I don't believe you truly wanted to bed with him," Wyatt said, smiling at me.
"So you forgive me?"
"What's there to forgive? I am enraged at Youko for taking advantage of you and treating you like so, but I am definitely not made at you."
I hugged him and I felt him go tense at my touch. "Guinevere, please be careful about how you touch me."
I laughed and kissed him passionately. "Is that acceptable?"
His eyes were closed and a relaxed, dreamy look came to his face. "Yes, that is very acceptable. Do you mind if I remove this very silky smooth, and might I add see through, dress of yours?"
"Absolutely not," I chided playfully, "You must earn your right, Prince Wyatt. I am not a roadside slut."
"Oh, believe me," he said taking my hand and leading me back to his room, "You are far from that, Guinevere."
"Why are you taking me to your room, Prince Wyatt?"
"I believe," he pulled me closer to him, "that it will be much more comfortable in my room than yours."
"But it is freezing! To me anyway, I don't know about you."
"Then, I'll just have to keep you warm with my body, won't I?"
I laughed as we entered his freezing cold room. "Yes, you must."
We slept until the afternoon when one of Wyatt's guards came to wake us, well, rather Wyatt.
"Prince Wyatt," she said soothingly, "Prince Wyatt, you must wake up."
I awoke first and saw her. She was attractive that's for sure. She had luscious blue hair with streaks of white that shined like the sun. Her eyes were crystal blue and she was curvy and wore barely anything. She caressed his cheek and I growled.
She slapped my cheek. "Hush, you slut. Now get out before I make you."
I growled even more and scratched her cheek. "Back off."
"Insolent girl," she snarled.
"Back off," I warned her, sitting up. Wyatt was still asleep.
"You may have seduced my Prince, but you are just another slut to me. Now get away from him before I kill you."
"I dare you."
His woman clearly did not know who I was for she grabbed me by the hair and yanked me out of the bed. It hurt like hell. But I scratched her arms and stomach and face. She yelped in pain and threw me into the door. Wyatt jumped up and ran too me.
"Guinevere, are you alright?"
"As well as can be expected when you are thrown from your own husband's bed by another woman," I snapped.
The woman's eyes went wide. "Prince Wyatt, you cannot possibly take her as your bride. She is tainted!"
"Heidi, she is my bride and you will treat her with respect," Wyatt said coldly.
Heidi gave me a quick dirty look before bowing to me. "Pardon me for my earlier mishaps."
"Get out," I growled.
She looked at Wyatt who nodded. She went out with a huff and slammed the door. I glared at Wyatt and sat down on his bed and crossed my arms.
"Guinevere, you are in heat. You get jealous quickly with these things," he said sweetly.
"Shut up!" I snapped, "I have a right to be furious. First, she caresses your cheek. Then she calls me a slut and finally she grabbed me by the hair and tried to throw me out of my husband's room. Explain to me why I should not be jealous or furious of those things."
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "I have no need to explain anything to you, but I must caution you when you are in your heat. Your hormones are in turbulence and you tend to snap more often than usual."
"You would know all about that now, wouldn't you?"
I sighed and he kissed me lightly on the lips. "I know more than you give me credit for."
"Then shame on me," I huffed.
"Guinevere," he said, his voice tired of arguing.
I yawned and stretched leisurely. Wyatt stared at me, seeming to enjoy the view of me stretching. I blinked at him and stood up, ready to talk to my future mother-in-law, who I hated with a passion a few days ago, but cooled down to a strong dislike. Wyatt and I walked down the unfamiliar yet familiar blue and white halls and into a grand room that used to be my father's receiving room before an addition was added on. My parents were sitting next to each other, listening to a wedding planner go on and on about flowers that I knew I wouldn't like. It was odd seeing them together after what had happened. Despite what happened with Youko, my father must've forgiven my mother and they looked happy. It angered me, but what could I do?
"There is the bride to be," Queen Jasmine said stiffly, standing up. I curtsied to her and King Xavier and sat down next to her, Wyatt next to me. The wedding planner, a twenty something female with short black hair and red eyes, smiled at me. I smiled back weakly.
"Hello," she greeted, extending her hand, "I'm Tani. I can't wait to start to plan with you this wonderful event."
"You and me both," I said slowly and shook her hand; "I'm Guinevere."
"So where should we start first? How about location? Where will it be held?"
"It will be held at Zara's court, of course," Queen Jasmine said curtly, "In the morning and go all night."
"What day?" Tani asked, writing all of this down on a piece of white paper.
"How about Midsummer? It will be cold there any other time and we must be courteous to all outside guests who are not used to the weather."
"That's good," Tani nodded her head and scribbled it down, "Now what about themes?"
They looked at me, expecting me to have this entire thing planned out. I started back at everyone, like a deer about to be killed. My mother sighed and leaned against the chair, as did my father.
"I….I have no idea," I said softly.
"Well, that's alright. You are still quite young," Tani said, squeezing my shoulder, "How about a winter theme? With icicles hanging down from the ceiling and birch trees decorated with candles. The tablecloths will be white, along with everything else. White dresses and tunics and flowers. I was thinking pure whites roses-."
"No."
"No what?" She blinked at me, obviously surprised at my interruption.
"No white roses," I said. Wyatt took my hand underneath the table and gave a comforting squeeze.
"Well, how about red roses?"
"No!" I nearly screamed.
They all jumped, but Wyatt.
"But roses are a tradition with our family," Jasmine said, "It is always in weddings that roses are the flowers. They bring good luck and are to bring children into the family."
"No."
"Guinevere, stop being stubborn," my mother snapped, "If roses are tradition, then agree with them."
"No! I do not want roses at my wedding!"
"Mother," Wyatt said, "Listen to Guinevere. It is her wedding along with my own. If she does not want roses, and I myself would rather no see them, then there will be no roses."
"Why not?" she asked.
"I want to be thinking about my wife and our future, not some nuisance," Wyatt spat.
"Oh," his mother said and I knew she realized what we meant, "I see your point. Yes, in this case, roses would bring no good fortune to your marriage. Something else, Tani."
Tani blinked. "Well, there are always irises and lilies would look nice as well."
"I'd prefer Shades," I said, smiling.
"I'm afraid I've never heard of them," Tani said.
"They grow deep in the forest and have a dark blue color to them and give of a wonderful fragrance. More of a citrus flavor if you can imagine. They would look excellent against the dresses," I explained.
"They are wonderful flowers," my father said helpfully.
"Alright," Tani said and scribbled it down, "Now, how many guests do you suppose you will have?"
"Around two hundred from our family," Queen Jasmine said.
"Around one and fifty for us," my mother responded.
"So, about three and fifty and four hundred. Okay, now what will be served for dinner? Fish? Meat? Poultry?"
"All of it," Queen Jasmine answered, "The best you can find along with some soups and appetizers. The best wine and plenty of it. I would imagine many waiters there. I want no guest to wait long for their food and rinks."
"Alright," Tani said and scribbled all of it down. I gave her credit for remembering everything and keeping up with Jasmine, who had almost everything planned out. I would consult Wyatt about that later. It was my wedding and what I say goes.
That was that chapter. Hoped you all liked it and i have a few more to come and then the end. I think there are a few more surprises, so keep reading and thanks to everyone for being patient with me. I really appreciate it. Love you all and please comment/review.
