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I grab a piece and also pour some wine. We eat in silence for a bit. I admit I like the food from the First Dimension much better than what we produce here, and now that Zora allows free but monitored travel through the veil by trusted Dark Fae, it’s not hard to have it on my table every day.
With Nyssa going to be what I’m hoping is a permanent fixture here, I’d like to provide that for her.
“The sun is nice,” Nyssa says as she looks around. “But I like the night sky more.”
I blink at her in surprise. “Really? I assumed you’d like the sunlight better.”
“It’s very pretty, but your velvet sky and huge stars are a piece of art to me.”
My heart thumps a few times, because I’ve always felt that too. I wave my hand and the sun disappears, reverting to the inky sky with the threat of a sunrise on the horizon.
“Your midnight realm.” She sighs, tips her head back, and smiles. She reaches a hand, squints, and pretends to pluck a star. “They hang so low, it feels like I can touch them.”
Her gaze comes to me, and I mimic her actions. I reach up, pinch at a star that’s too far away to actually grab, but when I lower my hand, a sparkling diamond sits in my palm.
Nyssa gasps in delight and takes it, holding it up to examine. “It’s so beautiful.”
“So are you.”
She lifts her eyes to me, mouth parted slightly. “I’m not.”
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, and she blushes over the truth in my words.
“Another first,” she whispers as her gaze lowers in shyness.
I know what she’s saying. No one has ever said that to her. She’s had a lot of firsts with me.
With a wave of my hand, the food and wine disappear. I pull Nyssa to me, rolling her onto her back so I’m hovering over her. “I want you to be happy here.”
“I am,” she says, a simple, genuine statement.
“Because you can’t ever leave, you know that, right?”
She nods. “Only two ways out… the Crimson River or reincarnation.”
I don’t confirm that, because it’s not exactly true. I’d never throw her in the river, and Zora could potentially reincarnate her. I know Nyssa doesn’t have remorse for her offense, but knowing what I know now, and since Zora is aware of it too, she’d give her another shot at life.
I just don’t tell Nyssa that, and I don’t have a single fucking ounce of guilt either.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I tell her. “I want to keep you.”
“You mean… like a pet?” Her impish grin has me itching to spank her.
“As my lover,” I clarify. “For eternity.”
Because I want her for that long and more. I’ve never wanted anything to be solely mine, and the thought of not having her is unbearable.
Bending down, I kiss her. It was meant to be nothing more than an affirmation that she has me, but the minute our lips touch, our connection is a live wire snapping with electricity. It’s like that every fucking time I kiss her, and my body wants more.
She wants it, too, arching up into me, hands going straight to my hips to try to meld our bodies together.
My hand slides between her legs—I fucking hate these denim pants she wears—but good thing my magic is strong and I can dispose of them quickly. I’m interrupted before I can make good on that thought.
“Pardon me, Your Majesty.” The voice comes from behind me, and I spring to my feet and whirl that way, snarling with menace. I put myself between whoever it is and Nyssa until I can confirm if it is friend or enemy.
And yes, as the king, I have plenty of enemies.
I relax when I see it’s Truett and Uriens, looking incredibly apologetic about disturbing me in an intimate setting. They can’t see the beautiful scenery I’d set with the thick grass, apple trees, and running stream, but they could see me on top of Nyssa.
