The sun kissed his eyes, tenderly as if a new born would cling to its mother, then spreading its touch his face, and his body.
Mikhail woke up slowly, the soft warmth soothing his soul. The bed somehow seemed softer today, his cheek never waiting to leave the pillow. He didn't realise he had slept for this long. His stomach growled, the aroma of delicious food hitting his nostrils. He battled with himself slowly opening his eyes, not wanting to wake from from his comfortable leep. His eyes met with something so beautiful that it melted his heart.She was lying there almost close to him but putting some distance between them, one arm wrapped around her stomach and the other, entangled with his. His heart began to pick up its pace and he smiled, his heart filling with overwhelm. For a second it felt like a dream. A home, a comfortable bed to sleep in, the aroma of food greeting him ashe woke up gently, the warmth of a loving female filling his soul somehow in that moment...... he was living in one of his dreams. Away from the wars. Away from the havoc and the chaos. She was his peace. The back of his fingers subconsciously grazed the side of her temple very slowly, his breath now coming out faster. She looked beautiful. If he could he would stop all the time in the world and just lie down beside her looking at her. Goddess. What. The. Fûck. Was. Happening.
She stirred, her eyes opening, and she looked him, slowly withdrawing her hand, rubbing her eyes, face flushed. "I'm sorry" she whispered biting her lip, her hair covering her face as she moved a little further away from him, putting some distance between them. He smiled. "Why didn't you wake me up?" His question made her turn and she answered immediately. "You were sleeping like a baby. I didn't feel like waking you up" he paused looking at her, his heart filling with compassion. The last time he had slept that peacefully was when he was with his mate. Scenes from the previous replayed in his mind. He didn't realise it until now, he had fallen asleep beside her. Fück.
He wanted to talk about it but damn. Could he do that without making it feel wrong? Would she let a man close to her after what she went through? Would he ornate the situation they were into even more right now? It was like playing with a yarn of wool, the more you'd roll it, the more knots you'd get.
"I...made breakfast" her voice was steady, eyes looking into his direction. "Mera you shouldn't have! You weren't ok last night-" "I feel much better. Besides I don't like lying around in a place for long. I'll go heat up the food. You go freshen up"
"Mera no. Please-" "let me do something for you just this once Mikhail. Please don't ask me not to. I want to do this for you" he smiled like an idiot, she somehow made him understand that he was......special. Her smile was small as she looked at him once before she got down the bed. She was becoming heavier by the passing days, there was no doubt in that. Her frail body remained the same, she had lost a lot of weight in the past months but her skin had a radiance about it, it glowed so much that it almost looked ethereal.
"Mera" he almost whispered her name, getting out of bed. His face was soft as he looked into her eyes. "What did you dream last night?" His voice was unrealistically soft, almost like a female purring out to her pup. He spoke again after trying to put his words together appropriately. "Are they..... still about him?" she immediately lowered her gaze, almost turning away, her knuckles turning white. It took a minute for her to compose herself, trying not to think about it. "No.....it's...something else" his clenched jaw slowly relaxed.
"Are you still worried about those men finding you?" Her head bent, she fiddled with her fingers. Don't. Think. Don't. She forced herself to put a veil on her dreams, her nails digging into her palms. As if it was him who was hurting, he felt every breath which was trapped into her lungs, the blood rush behind her ears, the fear in her trying to tear her down..... It pained him more than anything else in the world. If only. He could make her forget. If only.
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Fantasy* MAJOR EDITING GOING ON* What happens when two very different souls crash? When Esmèralda Domanaive, a beautiful and innocent 17 year princess is taken as a prisoner in her own castle after the war, she is forced to make choices that crush her in...