Chapter 128
“I hope you will not be tearing up the dress I make,” Cora said as she rolled up her measuring tape.
“Of course not,” Prince Deacon said, walking over to the bed where some fabrics lay, taking a piece between his fingers, thinking how beautiful it will look on Emily.
“I love this fabric and this tone,” Prince Deacon said, looking over at Cora.
“Thistle purple Sheer fabric can add it as an overlay and sleeves,” Cora took the roll of fabric from Prince Deacon’s hands and rolled more off to get a good flow. She placed it over Emily’s arm and on her face. “The color matches her skin tone perfectly.”
“Any color and fabric you fancy?” Cora asked Emily.
“I love this, it is beautiful, perhaps a couple of nightgowns for Prince Deacon’s pressure?” Emily asked, and looked over at Prince Deacon, making sure he understood her intentions to keep her pretty head on her shoulders.
“Perhaps, but we are still six months away from our wedding night, so let’s leave the seduction for then, shall we?” Prince Deacon said, hiding the fact that just the thought of her wearing the sheer fabric and nothing else has stirred his manhood. ‘What game is she playing with me?’ he wondered, keeping her gaze, not about to lose a stare-down.
“Why wait so long? It seems that both of you are eager and willing. I have a couple of beautiful wedding dresses for you to choose from,” Cora asked.
Emily held her tongue as she didn’t think that marriage will be brought up.
“What do you say?” Prince Deacon asked, walking over to where Emily was standing, taking her hand, and kissing it gently.
“Perfect. Where can I see these dresses?” Emily said, thinking that she will just object to them all and that it will take months for Cora to make one that she will be happy with.
Prince Deacon was shocked at her words, not really sure why all of a sudden. She was so eager. Did he overdo the demands? He wondered as he held her hand to help her step down from the platform.
“I will send the dresses by tomorrow,” Cora said, wondering how his parents will feel about this new arrangement.
After Cora left, Prince Deacon looked Emily up and down/ “What game are you playing? I don’t like being toyed with.”
“Who says I am playing a game?” Emily questioned as she loosens the strings at the front of her easy-fit corset.
“What are you doing?” Prince Deacon asked as he watched her elegant hands.
“What does it look like I am doing?” Emily asked, holding his gaze. ‘What does it matter if I lose my virtue? It is not as if anyone will believe anything else since I share a room with him,’ Emily thought, willing to do anything to survive the next six months.
Prince Deacon stood in front of her and took her hands away. At first, it appeared as if he was going to continue what she started, but then he pulled the strings tight again. “On our wedding night I will have you and it will be glorious, with no regrets.”
‘Guess he still wants to bed a couple of other ladies,’ Emily thought as she turned away so that he could not see her embarrassment.
‘What has gotten into her?’ Prince Deacon wondered.
“I will leave you to get dressed. Should I send Madie in to help you?” Prince Deacon asked as he walked to the door, finding it hard to take his eyes off her.
“Why don’t you help me, since you are so eager to tear my clothes off?” Emily asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Prince Deacon paused for a moment, his eyes on her again, before walking over to her, making her heart skip a beat.
‘He is staying,’ Emily thought to herself, wishing she could put a shoe in her big mouth.
Prince Deacon stroked the bare skin of her arm with the back of his long fingers, making her skin react to his touch. ‘She is begging to get f*cked right here,’ he thought, licking his lips.
“What are you waiting for?” Emily asked, not liking the fact that she was reacting to his touch.
Prince Deacon decided to ignore her and left to relieve himself. Moments later, Madie entered. “Which dress would you like to wear?”
Madie looked at the beautiful dress that lay on the floor, torn.
“Anyone,” Emily said, really not caring.
After she was dressed again, Emily requested Madie to leave.
Emily walked over to one of the large windows and looked out below to the courtyard. ‘How do I escape from this place?’ she wondered, scanning the grounds but finding no way out.
‘Those ladies said they are free to come and go as they please, so why not me?’ Emily wondered, mindlessly reaching out in deep thought and touching the place in her neck where Prince Deacon marked her.
Later that evening, Emily refused to have dinner with Prince Deacon and his family. “They don’t like me. They make me feel uncomfortable,” she protested.
“Please join me for dinner, without my family,” Prince Deacon demanded, politely not making it sound like an order at all.
Being compelled to do as he says, she took his arm, and together they walked to the dining hall, greeting a few people on the way there. There were several day walkers having dinner, including Princess Claire and some of the other princesses that Emily remembered before she got attacked by the vampire King.
Emily also recognized the handsome lord Dario and the beautiful lady Hannah and sitting with them, the Queen she remembered from that night and the man that was apparently over four hundred years old. ‘Or is he older?’ Emily wondered as her eyes swept over the dining hall and its mysterious dinners, most of them having young appearances.
Prince Andre, a snow owl shifter, sitting next to his mother, Queen Amirah, noticed Prince Deacon with the beautiful rejected girl.
“What is he doing with the reject on his arm?” Prince Andre asked.
Lord Dario and lady Hannah looked over their shoulders to see who he was talking about.
“I assure you she is of royal descent, her mother is closely related to the queen of England,” lord Dario said, turning his attention back to his plate.
“King Torvald said,” Queen Amirah started, but Hannah interrupted her.
“Prince Deacon would have not mated with her if she was not of royal descent,” Hannah held, backing her husband.
“Oh, please, Prince Deacon always mates with the rejects. Who knows if he is even a real prince,” Prince Andre said, willing to say and do anything to get lord Dario out of the way so that he could have the beautiful lady Hannah back on his arm.
“I assure you; Prince Deacon is the legitimate child of the lycan royals. I was there in the room when he was born,” a lycan lady-in-waiting that was sitting at the next table in earshot said.
“It is rude to not mind your own business,” Prince Andre said.
“Says you who always have your nose in everyone’s business but your own,” she spats back.
“Why should we believe the word of a lycan? Clearly, you will do and say anything for your royals,” Queen Amirah said, giving her the eye.
“Then why don’t you have a vampire compel me to tell the truth?” the lady said, sure of herself.
“Keep your ears at your own table,” Prince Andre demanded.
At Prince Deacon and Emily’s table, Emily could not help but notice that several ladies were looking at her. “Why are they looking at me?”
“They probably all wish they could be in your shoes,” Prince Deacon chuckled, full of himself.
“In my shoes, you mean in your bed?” Emily asked sarcastically.
“Yes,” Prince Deacon said as his eyes swept over the ladies looking at him.
His eyes land on Emily again, who was elegantly eating.
Emily half choked on her food when she felt Prince Deacon’s warm hand on her leg, slipping his fingers to her inner thigh.
“What on earth are you doing?” Emily choked.
“What do you think I am doing?” Prince Deacon pushed his luck and slipped his hand higher up.
“I am not the kind of woman you think I am,” Emily whispered loudly, putting her hand on his to stop him from moving any further.
“Earlier you sounded exactly like the kind of woman I think you are,” Prince Deacon joked naughtily.
