Five days had gone by, and Raziah now had a normal routine in her new home. In the morning, she wakes up and spends her time reading some good books she has found in his room, before noon she heads to the kitchen where she helped Uariel to taste all of his dishes. He was a talented chef and made the best of everything. Everyone now knew her as the King's guest, which didn't bother her as much as she thought it would.
Then, she heads back to the room and spends the rest of her evening doing absolutely nothing. These days, she hardly saw his Majesty, but she knew he usually comes back late at night to sleep together with her, and then he leaves before she wakes up.
The palace looked busy these days, and it felt as if there was some event that was coming up.
"Here you go!" His Majesty had just stepped into the room, and his hands were filled with clothes. Raziah helped him keep them on the bed, noticing that there were all dresses made of fine materials, "These are for you."
Raziah touched it to feel the material more. Some were thicker, while others were light. They weren't anything flashy, but they were beautiful and plain, reminding her of the dresses she wore at Naria, "Thank you, they're very nice."
She looked up at him, and he saw an expressive look in her eyes but she was quick to erase it. She never did ask him why he had introduced her to the palace as his guest instead of what she truly was to him, which he had at least expected her to.
"Won't you ask me?" He brought up the topic after a minute of silence.
She glanced up at him from the book she had picked up. They both knew exactly what he was talking about, "Which question exactly?"
"Which...?"
"I have about fifty and more running through my mind and they just keep on increasing every day, so if my questions begin leaving my lips, I doubt you'll see the end of them anytime soon, your Majesty." She answered him.
Aragon watched as she arched a brow, indirectly asking him if there was more that he wanted to let her know or if she should begin asking him her unending questions, so he replied to her daring gesture by lifting his chin and stretching his lips to make his cunning smile wider, which always had her fumbling a little.
"What are you reading?" He asked, and she looked away from his eyes.
"It's a book about war." She replied.
He stepped closer and peered at the first page of the book, "Do you always read..." His voice died off when he saw the first line, and it took Raziah another second to understand what had just happened. The current page she was reading included an intimate scene, where the leads of the book had finally conquered the war, and had finally embraced what they felt for each other.
She instantly shut the book, "It's not what you think."
"Page six hundred and ten. Open it and let's read, hazel."
How did he memorize the page number so fast? Ah, darn it, "I'm no longer interested in the book." she told him and tried to stand up but he pushed her back down to sit on the couch.
"Then read it out loud for me to hear."
Her cheeks reddened, "The language is a bit strong."
"I'll correct all your mistakes." He leaned closer, and opened back the page, "All of them!" He whispered this time, setting it back on her lap, "Now, begin reading."
"Aren't you busy, your Majesty?"
"Trying to pursue me?"
"You just seem very busy these days,"
"Trying to change the topic, I see."
"I just want to know what you're up to." She slowly closed the book with a tight look on her face, but she jumped when his hands flew and caught the page right before she could close it again.
"Have you forgotten I know the page number, hazel?" He purred lowly, and forced the book open again, "Now read, starting from the first sentence at the top." He instructed.
She glanced at the first sentence which stated 'Their lips moved like dancers against each other, fury and hot because this time there was no going back, he was gonna make love to her tonight'
Then, she turned away from the book, "I... can't read that, your Majesty."
"Why not?"
Because you're here! - she yelled inside her mind.
"I...need to use the bathroom first."
The dang man wouldn't let her get up, "You haven't told me why. Tell me and I might just let you off the hook."
"The words are...related to... Intimacy." She stuttered so hard she had to bite her lips from melting right there, "Can I use the bathroom now?"
"You and I know you just want to run away from me," He paused, and she squeezed her eyes shut at his next words, "Read them out loud and get used to them," he added, his voice sounding deeper to the ears, or was it just her? " Ask me why?" He rumbled throatily.
She opened her eyes and it held hers captive, "W..why?"
"Because I want us to be conversing whenever I'm touching you." Her body trembled at his statement, at his proclamation, right before he dropped the second bomb that had her small and fragile heart thrumming out of control, "When I'm inside you, so you better get ready, snow-white."
He left her feeling hazy for the rest of the day, and didn't return till midnight when she had fallen asleep on the couch with the book covering her face, as if she was still feeling shy from what had happened earlier.