Today, I'm part of a birthday blog hop! Check out the link below to see what my favorite birthday was like (hint: it involves a goose), and to see a bit about one of my favorite books. Below is an ongoing blog story by Mikela Chase. Enjoy!
Someone was hammering on the door.
“Go away.” Rhea yelled. Satisfied that the problem was solve she snuggled against the warmth beside her.
The hammering began again.
“Your majesty,” someone shouted.
“I said go away.” She peered out from the covers to see what she could throw.
The warm body beside her shook. She looked up to see he was laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You.” He pecked her cheek with a light kiss. “You’re adorable when you wake up.”
Hmm. People usually used the words “cranky bitch”.
It was a refreshing change.
“Go away.” They yelled in unison.
Then it struck Rhea that she didn’t recognize the voice and her guards didn’t know where she was. For the first time she took in the lushness of her surroundings, the palatial size of the room and the richness of the bed coverings.
Glaciers formed in her stomach. “Please, please tell me you aren’t the prince.”
“All right. I’m not a prince.”
“Your majesty,” a guard shouted.
“Or the king,” Rhea insisted.
“Do you want me to lie to you darling?”
“Yes!” Rhea shouted.
He went still beside her but she could feel his muscles bunching.
With a fighter’s precision he flipped her beneath him. Once she was pinned beneath him he rubbed noses with her, a playful light in his eyes.
“I don’t lie.” A wide grin split his handsome face momentarily distracting her.
Rhea tried to lash her foot out and kick him but he had her pinned beneath the covers.
More pounding on the door. “Your majesties. A contingent of guards are out here and they are looking for her highness, the royal empress Rhea. Is she in there.”
If only she had a camera.
Was it even healthy for a man to turn that particular color?
Teven jumped off of her so fast she thought he was going to hurt himself.
“It’s not like I wanted to have sex with a king anyway,” Rhea snapped.
He didn’t even look at her. He was too busy slipping into clothes. Maybe he was going for the land speed record.
Was there one for dressing?
“Why didn’t you tell me you were an empress?” He demanded his green eyes spitting fire.
“I don’t know, your majesty. We weren’t really into the whole talking thing.”
Angry with herself for caring, Rhea slid into her own clothes and headed for the door.
A large hand grabbed her. “Where do you think you are going?”
Ouch that was going to bruise.
“To find my sister. Obviously we’re done here.”
He nodded. “Yes we should go make our announcements.”
“Listen, your majesty. I don’t know how it’s done in your world but in mine we don’t make announcements after we have sex. We just move on with our day.”
“Stop calling me, your majesty in that tone. And in my world we make announcements when two people are getting married.”
“Who’s getting married?”
“We are.” His lush mouth was firm and didn’t look the least bit tempting when such idiotic words came out of them.