Chapter 23
Evie POV
Strolling down the corridor, arm in arm with a golden haired elleth dressed in bright orange, Evie frowned.
"Haleth?"
"Yes, Evie dear?"
"Why does everyone keep bowing at me?"
Her frown deepened when her friend shook with silent laughter.
"What? First Feren, Galion, Amos…even Gwenth this morning. They've all gone mad."
The elleth couldn't hold it in any longer and erupted at the red head's facial expression.
"Haleth" She hissed "What is so funny?"
"You"
And began to have the giggles so bad, they had to stop.
Placing her hands on her hips, Evie glared.
"Well I don't see what's so funny about it."
In retaliation, Haleth swept into a exaggerated curtsey, mirth on her lips as she rose.
"My Queen."
"what…are you talking about?"
Evie was dumbstruck at this revelation.
"When did all the bowing begin, Evie dear? After the starlight feast did it not? You should know by now that this court knows everything about everybody."
The red head dressed in a green day dress gasped as she watched the elleth tap her nose.
"I didn't think that…well…the King and I."
"You are the beloved of our great King, did you really think they wouldn't treat you differently?"
That stopped her.
It never occurred to me, she thought, I just wanted him.
But this made her realise that the loving elf that held her night after night, was actually a warrior King, burdened with responsibilities to his people. Her people now.
She closed her eyes and ran her hand through her hair, breathing deeply.
They were also her responsibility now. And that terrified her.
"What if I fuck it up?"
It was said so softly, that only elven ear could have heard it.
"You will."
Her green eyes snapped up at hearing this, her heart sinking, but the golden haired elleth continued on.
"Spectacularly, in fact at some point." She reached for Evie's hand "But it's ok, you have all of us to help you along the way."
Feeling a rush of relief, Evie nodded at the smiling elf and they resumed their stroll.
"Now, our young Prince tells me you make the best strawberry tarts…"
The next morning found the red headed woman at the training ring.
She was facing her instructor, sword raised, her green eyes full of fury.
"Hit me." She growled.
"I did."
"Harder."
"No."
"If you don't push me, I'm not going to improve. Now hit me."
The fair face of the dark haired elf revealed nothing.
"No."
Growling in frustration, Evie attacked with force. He blocked her with ease but did not move to attack in retaliation.
Breathing hard, Evie dropped her weapon and stalked forward until she was right in front of the elf.
"Why the hell not?"
She understood perfectly when he spoke next.
"You are precious to our King."
Her fury rose.
"We are not done with this."
She spun quickly and walked with purpose to find her intended target, not caring about the odd glances she received from passing elves.
She found him seated at his ornate desk, a map of the Greenwood laid out.
His blue eyes looked up in annoyance as the door opened with a bang.
He just raised a brow when his fiery bonded walked forward and slammed her hands on he wooden surface, bring them on eye level.
Green fire stared down bright blue.
she growled at him when his eyes roamed over her training gear and he smirked.
"What seems to be the problem, my love?"
"You know exactly what."
"mmmmmm no, I'm afraid I don't."
"You told Feren to back off. Fix it."
Understanding lit up the blue eyes and he stood.
Her green eyes watched his every movement.
She let go of the desk and stiffened her back when she felt his warm body behind her, trapping her between him and desk.
She felt a tug on her braid as it moved to rest over her right shoulder.
A sharp intake of breath as she felt large hand grasped her hips at the same time as a kiss was pressed on the back of her neck.
Why should i?
She knew what he was referring to.
Her heartbeat rose when she felt hands creep under her leggings.
She gripped the edge of the desk, hard.
Well, my love?
A leg behind her nudged her legs further apart.
"i…I want to fight better. Improve. I can't do that it if…oh"
Thought left her entirely when she felt a long finger draw up her sex.
And again, lazily playing with her.
Always so wet and ready for me
She cried out when she felt a finger enter her slowly.
Her grip tightened when it continued in and out, in and out.
The pleasure of another finger made her moan.
I love the noises you make
She could feel his hardness pressing into her ass.
She felt the familiar tightening low in her belly as the fingers moved faster.
Let go
And she did, in a blinding burst of pleasure that rippled through her body.
Opening her eyes, she felt hands gently pressing her front to the desk.
Evie felt the cool air on her as her leggings were ripped off and the next moment had the elf filling her to the hilt.
She had to remind herself to breathe as he moved deeper at this angle.
Harder
As you wish, My Lady
The feel of him, his earthy pine scent, became too much.
Hard and fast he pumped inside her without pause.
She came again, his released not far behind her.
They both panted as they came down from the high.
A kiss on the back of her neck.
"I'll talk to Feren."
She nodded, not quite up to speaking.
Once fully clothed, the woman reached on her tippytoes to give the magnificent elf in front of her a searing kiss.