~Happened like a Dream~
Prince Lansel ashened in shock as he stared at his mother in disbelief. This is the second time in his entire life that his mother is slapping him. All because of Neev.
"Why are you so stubborn, Lansel?" Queen Diantha snapped.
"Mother, you could have explained things to me in the first place" Lansel retorted, his deep voice was low.
"I did that to surprise you. I know you like Neev" Queen Diantha whisper-yelled.
"But you should know by now that I don't like surprises" Lansel retorted again.
"Right, that was a misunderstanding. Apologise to Neev okay?" Queen Diantha cooed, caressing his hard masculine jawline. Somehow, the daggers and ancient glaciers in his eyes seemed to have been washed away and was replaced by a tranquil lake undisturbed by ripples of courtly chaos. Lansel slowly nodded.
"I'm sorry, mother"
"I'm sorry too. I thought it'll make you happy" Queen Diantha smiled, her voice was serene that it blew away tensions leaving behind only a soft breeze of tranquility.
"Go back to her" she added.
Prince Lansel went back to his room. In the bed chamber was Neev, sleeping peacefully. When she came back from the Queen's place, she slept while waiting for her husband. She was sti in her wedding dress. Lansel stared at the delicate lady that was sleeping on the vast bed. Her silver hair was scattered on the pillow, dispersing like the moon's silver light. And her gown spread on the bed, covering more than half of the bed.
He told there just staring at her like he was searching for something. She looked beautiful even in her sleep and missed not seeing her in the first place. She must have looked inexplicably breathtaking. He took gentle strides towards her and leaned forward. Snaking his hands under her, he slowly untied the ropes of the dress. He undressed her and changed her into a comfortable nightwear. His movement was skillful but inexperienced.
Lansel himself couldn't believe he's doing this. But afterall, she's now his wife. There's no crime in changing his wife's dress. After he's done, he refreshed and changed into something his nightwear and hoped on the bed. He stared at the delicate wife of his and suddenly smiled.
"It all happened like a dream" he mumbled. He slowly leaned down and pecked her lip, cuddled her and slept.
The next morning, Niamh's eyes fluttered open like black butterfly wings and she came in contact with a hard chest. She felt a strong arm circled around her possessively and protectively. She stared up at the man's gorgeous face. His dark brows, gorgeous dark long lashes, pointed nose, thin pink lips, structured masculine jawline. Neev found herself touching and admiring his face. She was brushing away the strands of hair that covered his face when his eyes opened and his beautiful sea green eyes dazzled.
"Good morning wife" she heard his deep hoarse voice and she blushed.
"Good morning" she was slowly retrieving her hand from his face as she was caught red-handed when he held her hand.
"Touch me to your heart content, I'm your husband" he whispered hoarsely.
Niamh buried her head on his chest, blushing hard. His voice seems to have some magic as it lingers on her ear.
He flipped her down and straddled her making Neev gasp. His movement was real fast.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you last night. I discovered you did nothing wrong. I was mistaken" he apologized, staring down at her face.
Niamh didn't say anything, instead she she smiled and pecked his lips.
"Forgiven?" He asked but she only hugged him close, burying her head on his neck. She's too happy to even speak.
"What a shy silver cat I've married" Lansel exclaimed and she looked up, pouting.
"I'm not shy nor a cat" she snapped. Lansel let out a melodious sound, chuckling and said.
"You're a shy silver cat. My pretty one" Niamh was about to protest when a knock came at the door and Lansel smirked.
"Your maids are here to dress you up. You'll soon be a queen. The Moon goddess of Moon Realm"