As to my taste in women, I can’t say that I’ve ever had a preference, perhaps for the same reason. There was no point in getting my feelings overly involved with anyone since I knew there was someone waiting on the horizon. That’s the other reason I never formed any lasting relationships, that and the fact that they all run as fast as they can after getting a taste of the dragon.
There are some who’d have loved to reap the benefits of being the woman on my arm, even those who’d been back for more, but in the end they chose to ability to walk without a limp to another stint in my bed. That’s a crass joke told among my so-called friends, but I suspect there might be some truth to it.
As to my beauty, other than my fear of what being married to a nymph might bring out of me, I can’t say that I find fault with anything about her. She’s a lot more delicate than I’m used to but for some reason, maybe because it’s her, I find that I love that she’s a tiny little bit of a thing.
I’m also growing fond of her quirkiness, the way she flits from one personality to the next. I love her heart, the heart she has to take an injured bird into her home and try to mend it. It’s obvious from the way the animals follow her around that she’s got a good soul, something she’s going to need as my queen and the one who will rule over my people with me.
Lucien
Something else I haven’t given much thought to since this whole thing begun is the fact that once she becomes my woman in every sense of the word and is crowned Crown Princess Consort her life is going to change.
She may have to leave this place for years on end and I’m not sure how well she’s going to do in the sky kingdom having never been there before. All the stringent rules and regulations may be too much for her free spirited heart. As future queen she wouldn’t be allowed to run free and do all the things she enjoys doing now.
The thought left a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t want that for her, don’t want anyone curtailing her in anyway. How long will she be able to hold onto that innocence that I’ve felt in her beneath the strain of being the wife of a high immortal?
Even her nymph is still wet behind the ears, a mere babe. But that side of her may be more equipped to deal with what lays ahead. Her fairy seems too gentle to deal with what being my wife would entail and I have yet to meet her elf. Maybe that’s why she’d been chosen. That, and the fact that all of the things she’s made up of are the very clans that had fallen away from us after the whole mating debacle from centuries ago. What a coincidence.
If that’s the case then we’re both going to have our work cut out for us. I’d planned that when I took the throne I’d bring all the races back into the fold, that I’d find a way to do it without too much bloodshed.
But it looks like the choice has been taken out of my hands. Our combined forces could more than mend the breach, but first we have to get through the mating. Always I come back to that.
I touched her mind to see where she was hours later and came face to face with myself. She was dreaming of me again. I watched and listened for a few minutes before pulling back once more. She wish! Her dream me was a real gentleman and from the way she was ordering him around in the little garden in her dream told me all I need to know about her crazy ass.
I gave her another hour before going out to the balcony and taking flight. I could’ve taken the bike but this way was faster. Plus I needed to cool night breeze to keep my mind clear before going to her. I landed just outside her bedroom door and listened. The rest of the house was asleep, the only one up was Patrick and I shushed him as soon as he opened his beak to sound the alarm.
‘Go to sleep.’ No sooner had I said the words than he lowered his head and fell into a deep sleep that should keep him the hell out of my business at least ‘til morning. I opened the door and walked slowly, stealthily into the room that was lit only by the moon.
I walked over to the bed where I could hear her soft gentle breathing and stood looking down at her. She looked like an angel with her hands clasped beneath her cheek as she slept. Those lips of hers were a direct challenge to my self-control. They looked like they were made for kissing, my kisses.