~WARNING: This Chapter contains intense sex scenes that may seem dark to some Readers. Kindly be advised.
Music recommendation: Mother by the Danzig band.
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"TO THE B–BED?" Esabel stuttered through the entire speech. Her voice was light enough to go unheard but Marsil did hear it. He also noted the shaky accents to it.
Normally, the Princess was a young woman who had a natural and beautiful regal tone about her. As a Royal born to a vastly rich Summer King and bred in an entitled Castle with learned tutors not lacking, Esabel had the finest dictation there was. Her good command of the language was made sexier by the embellished accents of the syverian tongue.
Marsil regarded her with a dark look. His silver eyes were little pools of lightning. It sparked like kindle and blazed in a halo. It was completely, utterly wicked.
His gaze was one that could petrify a soul. But as he looked on her, his lips tipped fondly.
