LETTERS

Freda POV

A sharp nip on my neck woke me from my sleep. I used my hand to rub my neck before adjusting back to sleep but I felt another nip on my neck and this time I could feel someone's hot breath. I gasped, my eyes flying open to meet Damien's mischievous grin hovering just inches above me.

"Good morning, my queen," he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine.
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. I melted into the kiss.

I buried my head in his chest when he finally pulled away.

"Don’t be shy, this is how I plan on waking you up every morning" Damien said as he shifted my hair from my face.

After some minutes of silence and cuddling, I shifted in his arms. “The festival is next week,” I said softly. “Is there anything I can do to help with the preparations?”

Damien propped himself up on one elbow, staying quiet for some minutes before he finally spoke up. "There is one thing," he began slowly, "but it may be more of a task than what you're expecting."

“I can handle it,” I insisted. His gaze softened with a hint of pride before he continued.

“ Well, I believe it would be fitting for you, as queen, to invite the other clans. Writing formal invitations will show your involvement and commitment to the kingdom.”

I swallowed hard. My first official duty as queen. I nodded, trying to keep the nerves from showing on my face. “I’ll do it,” I replied firmly. Damien smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before he pulled away from me.

“I knew you would,” he said, slipping out of bed. As he began to dress, he glanced back at me. “You have training this morning, and then you can begin the letters. Christy can help if you need guidance.”

I nodded, already feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety knotting in my stomach.

---

After a grueling training session, I rushed back to my room to freshen up. Though it was tempting to pick up a book and read in the garden I couldn’t the weather was just so perfect but I had a lot to do.

After freshening up, I sat down at the large oak desk in Damien's study, blank parchment spread out before me. A quill and ink waited, but my mind was just as blank as the paper.

How was I supposed to write these letters? What was the right way to address these clan leaders? My fingers hovered over the quill. After several long minutes, I realized I needed help. Swallowing my pride, I set out to find Christy.

"Christy," I called as I stepped into the library where she was busy sorting through books. She looked up. " Do you need help with the letters?" she asked, a small smile playing on her lips. I nodded.

"It's harder than I thought," I admitted. She chuckled softly, "Don't worry," she said kindly, "formalities can be tricky. You should make them feel welcome but also remember who you are, the queen so you also speak with authority."

With Christy's help, I began drafting the letters. We worked for hours, making sure every letter was perfectly written, ensuring that each letter struck the right balance.

When we finished, I looked at the stack of invitations, I was happy and proud I did everything.

Later that evening, Damien reviewed the letters. He read through each one before nodding in approval. "You did well," he said, his gaze lifting to meet mine.

“The guards will deliver the letter.” He continued as he dropped them on his table.

Later in the evening, after Damien handed the letters to the guards I went up to Damien’s room, laying on the bed while reading. I was trying to stay awake as I waited for Damien to come up. It was almost midnight but he was still in his study.

I tried to sleep but i couldn’t so I left the room heading to Damien’s study.

"You're still up," he said, setting down the papers in his hands. I didn’t answer him. Instead, I slowly approached him, my fingers trailing along the desk's edge as I walked around it.

His eyes darkened as I drew closer, his posture tensing slightly. "Freda, what are you—"

I silenced him with a kiss. My hands slid up to his chest, I pulled back just enough to whisper, "I want you, Damien, I’ve been waiting for you."

He let out a low growl, his hands already at my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?" he muttered, his voice suddenly becpming husky and making hornier instantly.

I smiled, feeling a rush of confidence. "Then show me," I teased.

His control snapped. In one swift motion, he lifted me onto the desk, his lips crashing into mine, it wasn’t a slow kiss which proved that he wants me as much as I do. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

Damien immediately tore his shirt off and tossed it aside before his hands found their way under my dress, sliding it up and over my head.

Damien’s lips traced a path down my neck, his hands roaming my body, claiming every inch. As he lifted me into his arms, I wrapped my legs around him, our lips never parting as he carried me to our bed in less than a second.