A yacht? Emily stood at the dock, staring at the luxurious yacht moored in front of her. The hull was adorned in gold paint, with the words "Royalty" etched elegantly into it.
"Come on," Klaus took Emily's hand. "I'll take you out to sea."
"Seriously? It's a royal yacht. We could be mistaken for thieves."
Emily quickly let go of Klaus's hand and gestured towards the words on the hull.
"It's okay," Klaus chuckled. "This is my yacht."
Your yacht? Emily's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't fathom that her supposed husband could afford to own a yacht befitting royalty. Was he secretly wealthy?
But then, he had direct access to the palace today and could still give orders to the princesses. Could he possibly have another identity?
"Don't be in a daze," Klaus said, taking Emily's hand again and leading her onto the yacht.
Upon boarding, Emily expected to find a crew, but she and Klaus were the only ones on board. Klaus navigated the yacht out of the harbor and into a deserted stretch of ocean. Emily stood on the deck, the sea breeze blowing gently against her, the endless deep blue stretching out before her. Occasionally, a few white dolphins swam by, poking their heads out of the water before continuing on their journey.
The golden sun was setting in the west, casting a yellow hue across the blue sea in its aftermath. Emily closed her eyes, finally finding tranquility amidst the beauty of nature
At that moment, she felt the true essence of freedom.
"Would you like some drinks?"
Klaus approached Emily with two glasses and a bottle of red wine, asking her to assist him with setting up. He then retrieved a black and white checkered tablecloth from the cabin and spread it on the deck.
Klaus uncorked the wine and poured two glasses each. They sat on the deck, and Klaus lifted his glass, saying to Emily, "Cheers."
Emily raised her glass and took a sip of the wine. She set her glass down beside her and gazed into the distance.
"Sometimes when I'm upset, I come here alone," Klaus said, removing his sunglasses and his voice taking on a deeper tone as he watched the sunset dipping into the sea.
"The sea breeze soothes my mind."
Emily turned to look at Klaus, who smiled in agreement with his own words. As she watched the sun fully disappear into the sea, Emily felt a sudden pang of longing in her heart.
She missed her pack, the country where she had lived, and her friends.
Emily lowered her gaze, the sound of the waves echoing in her ears, and she let out a careless sigh.
If only she could be as free as a fish in the sea.
Klaus leaned closer to Emily, allowing her to lean inadvertently into his arms. They simply watched the sea until the night sky was filled with stars.
The wine bottles and glasses were set aside, and Klaus looked down at Emily's slightly flushed cheeks, gently brushing the hair that had been tossed about by the sea breeze behind her ears.
"Emily," he whispered her name.
Emily turned her head to look at Klaus, whose face looked so handsome in the starlight that she was struck dumb.
"I've never brought anyone here before, except you."
Emily looked at Klaus in a daze, not quite comprehending what he really meant.
"Emily, I know it wasn't your intention to come north." Klaus gently cupped her face as he stared at her. "But now that we've chosen each other, I want you to stay for me."
"Remain?" The words puzzled Emily. What did he want her to stay for?
"You are a star that fell from the sky into the mortal world at dawn, and I was so lucky to catch you. My thoughts have been consumed by you ever since I met you. I can't help but think of you every day." Klaus paused for a moment, as if he had summoned the courage to say the next sentence, "I fancy you."
Emily froze for two seconds, unsure how to respond to him.
"Stay for me, Emily."
Klaus's nose brushed against Emily's, and his lips lightly touched hers. Seeing that she didn't refuse, he deepened the kiss.
His tongue easily found its way into her mouth, and once inside, he began to explore wildly, greedily savoring her taste. His kisses were as domineering and intense as his personality.
He held her tightly in his arms, as if he feared she might escape. He had always taken the initiative; he had left her breathless, but he still wouldn't give up. His hand slipped under her dress, then reached around to her back and unbuckled her bra while she wasn't looking.
It was only when his hand was on her soft breast, his fingers rubbing against her nipples, that she could distinctly feel the change in her body.
"No, Klaus." Emily pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. The salty sea breeze helped to clear some of the fog from her mind.
"You can talk," Klaus said incredulously. "You just said my name."
"Oh, God," Emily exclaimed, "I can speak."
"I think I now understand what Dr. Stephen meant by stimulation therapy," Klaus smirked. "Looks like I still need to keep pushing you, I want you to call my name all night."
"No, Klaus," Emily hurriedly said, "I'm not ready yet."
"You don't need to prepare anything," Klaus pressed his body against Emily's, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'll teach you, dear."
"Klaus..." Before Emily could finish her sentence, Klaus kissed her again, this time more passionately than ever.