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Following a few steps behind, he does wonder why she went to his room. "What are you doing?" He says unimpressed. He's had a multitude of women in his room without him knowing, and he'd often throw them out or drain them, no funny business

She looked at him but didn't answer. She leaned on his doorframe, "thought a different environment would be nice."

"Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn't. Come on in, I guess." He says has he sits on his bed, a bit on-edge because of the princess's presence

She stepped in and looked around the room. It was quite a bit smaller then her room. She sat next to him then called back and relaxed on the bed. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of the new environment.

"No matter how much I try to understand you, there's always one more layer of mystery" he says, sighing and calming in this new environment, his thirst for blood that he'd acquired earlier barely dying down, however

She opened her eyes and looked at his Ora. She sat up and moved her hair so her neck was visible, "your hungry," she said before he could ask what she was doing, "just leave some for me."

"If I didn't, you'd die..." He says, lying next to her, going closer towards her neck.... Before stopping. "Just kidding, I can manage," he says, sitting back up on his bed.

Her heart raced from how close he had gotten. What was that? What was that feeling. She shrugged, "fine, starve," she said as if she didn't care, even though she did.

"Oh princess, as much as I'd like to, I have a responsibility. I swore my service to your father. I'd love to, but I'd dishonour your father if I did." He says, lying down next to her, face up and with his hands behind his head.

She watched him, wondering if he'd really fallow her if she ran off. She rolled on top of him and placed her hands on his chest to support herself, "but if I ran off, wouldn't my father be angry with you? Wouldn't that endanger your very life?" She challenged.

"If you were to do that I'd have to follow you... Perhaps not because I'm sworn to, or because I'd die if I didn't.... Maybe I'd want to run away with you. I don't know just yet." Ceryan says, running his right hand down her cheek whilst resting his left on her wrist on his left side

Her chest tightened, but she stood her ground, "why would you want to run off with a brat like me?" She demanded, but it didn't sound aggressive. She watched him, focusing on his eyes. He had called her a brat when they first met, she was very young, but she wasn't much different then she was now.

He tightened his eye contact with her, breathing in heavily, as if he was about to speak, but he stops himself. He tires to speak, but fails again. "I want to protect you from harm, I hate that you go out each night, doing god-knows-what just to get blood. I hate that, Ana. I want to protect you from what might happen outside of the city walls"

Her jaw clenched, it wasn't really the answer she was looking for. She bent her arms and laid her chest on his, her face inches from his, "so your just worried about my safety?" She whispered sweetly.

"I'm not some hero that doesn't care about anything but a girl, Ana. I have worries of my own. I don't know what you expect me to be, or what you expect me to say." Before he can take a breath, he goes in for a kiss. Pushing his face forwards, his lips meet hers. He closes his eyes, only concentrating on this

She I hailed deeply and kissed him back. She gripped his cloths tightly. She needed this, needed him. Ever since he came to the slave place to get her, and maybe even before that, she's wanted him.

Treasuring the few moments, he puts his hands loosely on her back, his chest feeling like it's caving in, his heart racing, him feeling himself relax and be excited at the same time. How long his he wanted to be more than just the guard that her daddy hired? For how long has he felt the torture of having her in his grasp, yet never eying able to got close? He couldn't remember, he didn't need to remember. None of it mattered now, none of it.

Ana let out a despite moan. She wanted to make him hers, she wanted to claim him and have him as her mate. She ran her hands over his chest, trying to figure out how to get into his cloths. They were so much more complicated then the cloths humans wear.

His hands fumble around, grasping the strings if her corset and started undoing them, pulling them loose one by one. A brief thought I of what he should be doing, guarding, flashes through his mind. He thinks of how weak the defences could be without this guidance. More things flash, like what he was losing. He could lose his job, his home, his livelihood if her father finds out about this. He throws the thoughts away, none of that mattered, if he could have Ana, he didn't need his job, he didn't need his home. He only needed her.

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Ana breathed heavily as she now lay next to him. She held the blanket over her chest, feeling exposed. She looked at him and smiled softly. Ana snuggled up to his side and kissed his cheek, "we should get you some food," she whispered gently.

"No, I'm fine." He says, kissing her head that was level with his mouth. The arm the was wrapped around her rested loosely on her blanket-covered abdomen. "I'm so dead if your father finds out" Ceryan says, smirking mischievously as he re-gains his breath.

She smirks back, "I wouldn't let them hurt you," she moved up a little so she could reach his lips and kiss him gently, "but we do have to get up so I can say good morning to my parents before they go to bed."

"I need to get sorted, too. Who knows what got through the walls without me doing everything on the frontline" he says as he rolls his eyes to himself. He pecks her on the lips, sliding his legs to the side of the bed. He stands up and walks, the a slight numbness making the first few steps hard. He puts on his clothes, finishing off with putting his sword sheathe at his waist.

She watched him get dressed breathlessly, amazed by how strong he looked. She got up and slipped out from under the covers. She pulled on her cloths and managed to tie everything properly. She fixed her hair and looked at him, "ready?" She headed to the door.

"I guess. I hope nobody's outside in the corridor..." He says, cursing the fact that somebody outside could blow their cover. He opens the door and walks out first, checking the corridor either side to make sure it was clear. It wasn't just clear, though, it was eerie...

"Come on" he says to Ana, still inside the room.

She nodded and fallowed his out. They weren't to the thrown room.

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