JPOV

He was naked with a shimmering sheen of sweat over his skin from the humidity of the room. I could instantly feel his emotions crash into me like someone had punched me in the chest.

I hesitated before I swallowed, gulping loudly, before I joined him on his bed, slowly crawling behind him with slow movements so not to alarm him.

"Edward?" I whispered, trying my best to be as quiet as I possibly could while I aligned my body against his, resting my cheek on his ear and hanging my right arm over his stomach and adjusting myself closer to him, inhaling his scent.

"Jasper," he gasped, the tears starting up once more.

"I'm here," I continued to whisper, tightening my hold on him.

We didn't speak. No words needed to be spoken and I was quite sure Edward didn't want to hear or say anything on the matter. He just wanted to cry.

I pressed my lips to his cheek, lightly nudging him his cheek with my nose and inhaling his scent.

"Stop crying, my King," I breathed against his ear, constricting my arms around him.

He brought his hands to his face and wiped away his tears, sniffling furiously.

He slowly turned around, forcing me to scoot away from him so my eyes could focus on his whole face and not just his nose or eye.

"It's all my fault," he murmured, his voice raspy and broken. He wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me into him.

I'd never seen him so vulnerable and submissive before. It frightened me.

"No, it isn't, Edward," I whispered back to him, my hands burying themselves in his unruly hair.

"Jasper, he was screaming his displeasure at me before he died," he groaned into my neck.

"He didn't say anything else to you?"

"He told me he was sorry and to make him proud. Right before he took his last breath."

I held him tighter, ignoring the fact that he probably couldn't breathe and pressed my lips to his temple once, twice, and then a third time for good measure.

"I know you will prove him right, Edward," I told him.

"I hope so. I'm afraid of ruining what my father spent his whole life building."

I frowned, "I thought you said your father ruined this Kingdom?" I didn't agree with him but I still stood by his side first and foremost.

"In jealousy and anger I spewed those lies," he sniffled, pulling his face from my neck and gazing at me.

I couldn't help but smile at him, seeing how he had grown as a King in front of me.

He gave me a look. "Why are you smiling at me like that?" he asked, sounding angry.

I grabbed his chin to hold him still and smashed my lips against his, kissing him passionately.

"You're already speaking like a King. It makes me so proud," I whispered against his lips.

His lips were frozen for a while, the wheels in his head turning and spinning with his thoughts. He must have come to a decision about something in his head before he started kissing me back.

I pulled away from him, allowing a hand to slide down his shoulder and grab his hip. I was rewarded with a moan that had me responding almost instantly.

I tried to beat down the arousal and remember that he had just lost his father and sex was the last thing we should be thinking of.

Edward took it further. His hands curled up into my hair, moaning with his pleasure and pressing himself against me.

"Edward," I warned him, trying to get his face out of my neck even though his wet tongue drawing circles on my jugular was hypnotic.

"Please, Jasper?" he murmured, his hands trailing down my back towards my ass.

A King was begging.

"My King, we mustn't. At least not now," I told him, hoping he'd see reason because I wasn't going to be able to say no again.

He groaned in frustration, pulling away and laying on his back, looking like a lost child.

"I'm sorry, Edward," I mumbled, rolling over onto my stomach and laying my head on his chest, pressing my lips in a feather light touch to his small, pink nipple.

A/N : God, I'm a dick... Leaving it there. CLIFF HANGER! The chapters may come slower since I'm making my novel my first priority right now but this story will have an ending. Who will win? In my head, I still havent decided. Continue or break tradition... it's up to Edward.

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