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Chapter 6 : Bless the rain, I am in your house
She let go of his hand to close the door, and picking up her candle stick from the side table she proceeded to lit the corridor and the dining room candles. He was following her and looked in admiration at the paintings that were hung on the wall.With every candle that she lit he could appreciate even better that all curtains and the home decor. At that point, he thought that surely, she was not living alone in this huge house .
Is your husband at home? His insecure mind couldn't hold back and he asked her the question directly, utterly shocking her as she turned her head to look at him.
I don't have a husband, yet. She said to the king looking into his blue eyes which were glimmering in the yellow light of the candles that she had just lit.
Her response provoked a wave of relief in his body but the last word of her answer puzzled him more than he already was . What did she mean when she said "yet"? Was she engaged to someone? Did she have a suitor? Or she did not have any man in her life at all? He felt like he was still standing in the same place as before with her answer and feeling incredibly embarrassed for asking such blunt question to her.
They were now walking towards the hall, when she was done lightning the candles she asked the king to take a seat on the sofa, which he did, and went to the kitchen to bring a large flat bowl of water and clean fabrics. When she was back with the things she kept them on the coffee table in front of them and then she sat down right next to the king. Taking his wounded hand in hers and placing it on her lap she proceeded to wet the towel and clean his hand. The king noticed that she had ruined her white nightgown with his blood stains and somewhere in his heart felt heavily guilty for intruding her, but he thought it was a good idea to clear his side.
I'm really sorry for disturbing you at this time. Believe me, I could have waited outside on the porch of your house until the storm passed. He told her while she was cleansing the blood from his wrist.
You did not disturb me, your majesty. I was not asleep, how could I sleep with the noise of the thunders? Actually, I was going to check on my horse in the stable. She said looking at those ocean blue eyes that were fixed on hers.
Your horse is doing well. After he said that Ella's eyes filled with confusion.
I mean, when I left my horse in your stable I saw yours as well, it is doing fine, just as fine as the first time we met. He said clearing her doubts and forcing her to remember the first time they met in the depths of the forest. She didn't say anything after him as she did not know what to say anymore.
She silently wrapped the clean fabric around the injury on his hand. Now he felt like an imbecile, he got the feeling that she did not want to remember anything as if she had moved on in her life. In reality, she was just too lost in the sweet memories of them that she couldn't utter a word. In fact, a part of her heart felt miserable, miserable at the fact that he was now very ahead of his life, he was a widower with her child and she thought that he loved his late wife so much that he never married again. She felt helpless at the thought that they were now impossible.
After finishing dressing his wound, his eyes followed the angel figure that just stood up, she was standing just few inches away from him and he could slightly see the curves of her body through her white blood stained nightgown. He was feeling quite shameless for staring at her like this, desperately wanting to see the shape of her body in front of his blue orbs from the thin fabric of her chemise.
Would you fancy a cup of tea, your majesty ? Ella asked the king, forcing him to look into her eyes, quite surprised actually.
No thanks... I mean, sure, I would be delighted. First the thoughtful and sensible part of him denied the offer, but soon his lovesick heart couldn't let go of a golden opportunity to be close to her in this stormy cold weather and he quickly changed his answer.
The Vamps that he was perceiving from her care was what his frosty soul needed. After hearing his positive response, ella made her way to the kitchen and the king looked down at the floor, shutting his eyes close due to tiredness but had to open them as quickly as he had to shut them because Ella came back midway.
My apologies your majesty, I should have offered you earlier. You can change your soaked clothes in my parents room, I have my late father's clothes that I believe will fit you. Otherwise, you might catch a cold in your drenched garments. Ella offered the king and he agreed, offering her a faint smile thinking of all the years he lost without her tender care in his life.
When he started following her to go to her parents bedroom, his mind realised what he had missed in all their interactions this night, she had referred him as "your majesty". Not once she had called him by his name. When they stood outside the room where Ella was taking him to, facing each other, he finally opened his mouth.
It seems that you have forgotten my name? The king confronted Ella with a hurt and sarcastic smile.
No, I haven't, it's just I think that it is inappropriate for an ordinary village girl to call the king by his first name. Ella replied, and before the king could say anything else to her, she opened the door of the room and began lighting the candles.
Their eyes glanced at the window from where they could witness the rainfall, which had slowed its speed by now. Ella opened the cupboard and took out a couple of towels and some clothes for the king to wear and kept them on the bed. She left the room after locking their eyes for the last time before finally leaving the chamber.
The king's eyes stared at the towels she had left on the bed for him to dry himself and the very next moment felt two hands playfully drying his hair vigorously, turning them into a mess.
Stop! Stop! The king shouted grabbing those tender hands and lowering them so he could see who was holding the towel, a smile drew on his face when he saw Ella giggling at him.
For an instant, he forgot all his pain, his frustration and his broken dreams just to live this moment.She again threw the towel on his head to dry his wet locks, this time gently giving him plenty of time to stare at her while she was doing so.
She was wearing the same white nightgown which was stained with his blood, slowly her smile was fading away from her face when she focused on his blue orbs that were turning dark with desire. The next moment, she felt her body pressed against his thanks to his strong arms pulling her closer to him. His hands could almost feel the skin of her bare back as the fabric of her nightgown was quite light. Ella could feel the wetness of his coat on her body through her nightgown which was disturbing her, so she slowly unbuttoned his coat with her fingers without taking her eyes off his. However his eyes did leave hers to check if she was really doing what he thought that she was doing. A smirk drew on his face after confirming his doubts and their eyes met once again. Now, she was taking off his coat revealing his waistcoat and white shirt underneath. She kept the coat on the edge of the bed and picked up another towel looking at his neck, where he still had his scarf wrapped. Removing his scarf from there with one hand, she proceeded to wipe his neck dry getting even more closer to him from where he would even see the curves below her décolleté, as if she was teasing his naughty mind with her closeness.
After wiping both sides of his neck she got rid of the towel tossing it on the bed and unbuttoned his waist coat, removing it from his torso. Now he was standing in front of her in the amber light of the room wearing his white shirt and breaches. She took a peak at his upper body, smiling with mischief she then untucked his shirt from his breaches and started to slide the buttons from the holes of his white shirt making his heartbeat really fast in anticipation. With every button she was opening, she was glancing at the skin that was being revealed until he stood there with his shirt completely unbuttoned hanging from his broad shoulders. Afterwards, she placed her hands inside the shirt sliding it off his arms gliding her hands on his cold skin while doing so, making him close his eyelids to feel her touch driving his senses to a place where he has never been before. When she got rid of his shirt she stared at his athletic chest and muscular arms, the sight that was in front of her was of no less than a proper Greek God, especially with his moist curly hair falling on his face. She took a step closer to him and leaned in towards his cheek, the king was truly bewitched by the beauty seducing him and he could not .
You should tell me how much you love me kit. She whispered against his cheek placing feather light kisses on his stubbly skin.
For the king this was an intimate moment between them as they were alone in the room surrounded by the sounds of the wet weather. Her fingers started tracing a path on the curves of his exposed neck all the way to his chest, admiring the effect she had on him, she could see how hard he was trying not to give into his emotions. His eyes were following her fingertips now, slowly sliding down on his abdomen, he looked at her and saw that her eyes were on his body following her own fingers .
As if you don't already know how much I love you, adore you. He said to her, making her look up at him with teary eyes.
No kit. I don't know because you never told me anything about your feelings to me. Ella cried to him not being able to hold the weight of the tears in her eyes and letting them flow freely on her face. The king placed his hand on her lower back and pulled her towards him with a jerk, crashing her body on his and her hand landing on his naked chest.
You want to tell me that you don't know what my feelings are for you? Kit asked with a controlled anger in his voice but hurt filling his eyes, pressing her even more closer to him, removing any possible space between them.
I just don't want you to be late kit, I don't want to lose you forever, what if somebody else approaches me for marriage before you. Say something before it's too late my love, at least secure me in your life.I don't want to live with someone else having you in my heart. Ella emotionally pleaded to the king gently caressing his face with her fingertips admiring his aquamarine eyes and pressed her lips on his, kissing him lovingly. He finally let loose the reins of his emotions and responded to her kiss, wholeheartedly, tasting the saltiness of her pain in her lips. Ella broke apart from the kiss and looked at his face for the last time.
Goodbye my love. She said vanishing into the thin air.
The sound of violent thunder making him realise that he was still looking at the towels she had left on the bed. Defeated by his own thoughts, he took off his coat and after keeping it on the chair he sat down on the edge of the bed heartsore and covered his face with his hands. His mind was a mess, her words were being repeated in his head in a loop, "say something before it's too late my love" , "I just don't want you to be late kit", the Ella in his mind was pleading him to do something before it's too late.
That means I am not late yet. He said out loud, thinking about the Ella downstairs, who told him that she did not have a husband yet. Perhaps the message that the Ella in his head wanted to convey to him was to hurry up, do something before things really get out of his hands.
