They arrived at their private chamber and went inside. She seemed to be in deep thought. He wondered what she was thinking about.
"is everything alright?" he asked.
"Yes! Yes, I just… can I go outside to the garden?" Yorian noticed how Adonis seemed to like being outside. So, he decided to take her outside the castle. Her eyes twinkled when he told he was taking her out.
In the courtyard stood the stables, and he led her inside to face his own horse, a beautiful chestnut with white star on his flank.
"Can you ride?" he asked her. "No," she replied, embarrassed. "Then you should ride with me.
He helped her up and she sat behind him on the horse. "Hold on," he said.
She seemed to hesitate, but then she put her arms around his waist and held him lightly, almost not touching. As soon as they started riding, her grip tightened, pressing her soft and warm body against his back.
"Am I riding too fast?"
"No," but her tight hold around his waist said otherwise. Either way, he didn't slow down; he liked the feeling of her arms around his waist. Yorian's eyes narrowed.
He took her to his favorite place, a vastly largely and brilliantly blue lake. The lake extended as far as the eye could see and not a sound could be heard other than the branches of the willow trees moving in the wind. It was soothing. He would often come here when he wanted to be alone; it was his secret place.
He looked at his wife who looked so happy. She had run down to the edge of the lake and was dipping her feet in the cool water, flicking it with her toes. The water must have been cold, but she didn't seem to care.
Yorian just stood there starting at her. She was beautiful, with her long silver hair and emerald eyes. The vampire king let out a slight laugh. It was ironic how the human girl and him have the same hair color.
Still ogling at the Princess, her dress clung to her body in all the right places. Showing off her beautiful figure.
Suddenly, he heard a shrill yell of pain.
Yorian looked around.
"Adonis!"
She wasn't in the water anymore; she was sitting on the ground beside it holding her knee. He rushed to her side.
"What happened?"
"Nothing much, I just fell," she explained.
Her dress was torn and her knee was bleeding.
"Come on, let's take you home," he said, helping her up.
It wasn't look that they arrived at the palace. Yorian aided Adonis in getting off the horse, but as soon as she shifted her weight onto her leg, her knee started hurting. Not wanting to draw attention, the girl didn't say anything, but Yorian who had sensed the girl's pain put his strong arms behind her knees and back and lifted her with ease.
"What are you doing?" she asked, embarrassed.
"Carrying you," he stated simply.
"I know that, please put me down. I can walk," Adonis muttered, her face and nose flushing red.
"My Queen, if I were to let you walk, we wouldn't reach the room even after sunrise and I would like to get some sleep."
Did he just call her, My Queen? Adonis blushed hard; she liked the sound of that.
As they moved through the halls, the maids and servants looked down quickly as soon as they caught sight of them, and Adonis was thankful for that.
At least she doesn't have to look into their faces and see all the thoughts running through their minds.
Yorian stopped for a while and told the maid to bring something to clean the wound before walking again.
Upon arrival at their bedchamber, he put the girl down on the bed gently as a maid came in with things to clean the wound. He took the kit from her and dismissed her shortly. Taking a seat besides, he lifted her dress up above her knee.
"Uh…it's fine I can clean it myself." The girl stuttered nervously.
"Just sit still," he ordered.
He put one hand on the back of her leg, his hand cold yet his touch hot. Getting Adonis to wonder how such a strong and tall man could touch so gently. Strangely, his touch made her yearn for more and she found herself imagining how it would feel if he ran his hands down her leg or if he…
A burning pain interrupted the girl's thought and she hissed.
"It will burn a little," he warned as he continued to cleaning her wounds.
Adonis bit down on her lower lip as the burning sensation was too much and she didn't want to complain. As if sensing her pain, Yorian paused then blew on her wound. When his hot breath touched her skin, it made her shiver curling her toes.
Good Lord, he was doing things to her without doing almost anything.
"Feel better?" Yorian asked gently.
"Yes," she muttered more like a whisper, "thank you."
When he was done, Yorian pulled her dress back down over her leg.
"You should change," he said standing up. "Do you want me to call a maid for you?"
"No, I can manage," she replied softly.
Walking with an aching knee, Adonis went into the dressing room and slipped into her nightgown and a robe and then walked back into their sleeping chamber.
Only a few candles were lit now. And Yorian was laying down on the bed looking up at the ceiling. His shiny silver hair was spread across the pillow and his red eyes glowed in the dim light.
When she walked up to the bed, Yorian turned his head starring at the human girl now his wife.
"You should take your robe off. It's very hot in here at night." His observation was completely innocent, but it made her heart beat faster, and suddenly it felt really hot in the room.