Rosalind’s POV
Turns out I was worried about nothing because almost after his question, Killian dropped his lips to my neck and kissed it leaving me shivering in his arms.
He was only staking a claim on me. He didn’t know about the magic.
I looked at River who nodded imperceptibly, amusement in his eyes.
I cleared my throat. “Meet my fiance Prince Killian.”
River outstretched his hand respectfully.
“Hi I’m”
Killian interrupted him, barely looking at the hand he stretched out to him as he looked him over like he would a curiosity.
“You are a witch rebel who held her captive. I know your type. Stop trying to cozy up to Rosalind.”
River took back his hand, his pleasant air still about him as though he wasn’t talking to his enemy of sorts. “I am sorry for the misunderstanding.”
Then he shifted his gaze to me, something soaring in his eyes.
“It was good seeing you again.”
“Same here.”
When he left I was, I’m still thinking if what he told me or rather had been unable to tell me due to Killian’s interruption.
The council members and other nobles were probably uneasy that I was the only princess accepted and that Adelyn had been spurned by Cillian.
If things went on like this, the probability I would end up as queen was very high. They couldn’t allow that to happen, could they?
I was still a weak omega and if the Princess trial gas taught me anything it was that Killian and Cillian couldn’t be at my side all the time. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing for me to learn just enough to give me an edge in an undesirable situation.
Even if I had no way to reach him, I knew River would be in contact again especially after the treaty giving them free passage was put in place.
I would meet him and for once in my life I would actively try to be greedy and have it all if I could keep it.
“Both of you looked pretty close.” Killian said a dangerous smile on his face and I pursed my lips before pushing him away.
“Just one night and you feel you own me?” I placed my hands on my hips. “I don’t do clingy, Prince Killian.”
Killian frowned. “I am not clingy. I am only worried for you. He is a witch. An abomination. He could do anything to you. You should be more careful.”
My chest went cold at his words. If Killian, the one who questioned authority, thought witches were an abomination. What would he think if he found out that I could wield magic like them? Or possibly more since I had bleached the Rock of Submission.
******
After Killian left and I had some time to stop freaking out about the fact that I was an abomination, I found myself thinking of Cilian.
Sue me. I was continuously thinking of men day in and out but after I tried to make contact with the hospital Bastien was in and got the information that he was still undergoing treatments and I couldn’t see him, I was free with all the time in the wield since I was now a princess who couldn’t work.
Personally, I felt like my itinerary should have been full of meetings with other prominent people or whatever else rich people did with their time but it seemed I was still being looked down upon because of my omega status.
Which suited me just done. I had no intention of acting friendly with people who were probably planning an assassination attempt on me.
I did however want to see Cillian. It should have been weird wanting to see him after last night with Killian but it wasn’t.
In fact, last night had shown me that there was nothing bad about my attraction to Killian because even after giving in to our desires, nothing had changed.
I still thought Killian was an arrogant piece of ass- albeit a particularly attractive piece of ass now.
My feelings for Cillian had also not changed and were the same. I still missed our closeness of the past and I hungered to be with him. To kiss him and fall asleep in his arms.
I hungered for him to press his lips to my neck, and my wrists and to place my head to his chest listening to the rumbling of his chest and fall asleep like that.
So I found myself walking towards the petition hall for the first time since the princess trials that had changed everything for me.
When I pushed open the door, only Cillian was inside, his head buried in a petition. He didn’t even look up as I entered. He must have thought it was Killian. I hadn’t been here in so long after all.
Killian was on his morning workout or so he said after he left me still denying that he was jealous. I knew it was a bit of both. He wanted me to be cautious with River but the kisses he had given me had jealousy written all over them. But it wasn’t Killian that had my attention now.
“Cillian.”
My beautiful prince paused his reading before he raised his eyes to meet mine. His surprise was evident even from metres away as he regarded me standing at the door.
“Rosalind.” His voice was soft as though he couldn’t believe what was standing in front of him. I took a step forward then another feeling as though I was in the precipice of something.
Something big and so frightening that I trembled. When I reached his desk, I stopped and I looked at him. At this wolf who had done so much for name and would continue to do so regardless if we were together.
Cillian rise from his chair to face me.
“Rosalind, what are you doing here?”
I was now Princess Rosalind. Future bride to Prince Killian. I never had to do any work unless I wanted to and administering work such as this was beneath me. I had nothing to do in the petition hall that couldn’t be done by a more suitably qualified servant.
“I wanted to see you.” I confessed as I drifted closer to him drawn like a moth to the game. If I had to burn myself to be in his arms then I would.
I placed my hands on his broad chest, his solid shoulders, and my breath laboured. My words came in a rush. A rush that choked me up.
“I want to give us a chance,”
Cillian’s eyes widened with surprise at my words then he pulled me into a sudden hug that made me smile.
“Thank you.” He whispered into my hair. “Thank you.”
He didn’t ask what Killian would think of this arrangement as he was now my fiance. He just held me and somehow that was fine too.
I didn’t need to start lying to him just yet.
*****
I found the paper in the flowers when I got out of the shower.
“Got an admirer, should I be jealous?” Killian asked from the bed, his arm behind his head, his bare chest on display distracting me as I looked at the flowers.
They hadn’t come from Cillian. It was from River. His name wasn’t on the paper. He simply wrote Rock of Surrender, Entrance, Tonight.
I had no idea what he meant by entrance but I suspected that he meant the place I had found myself when they had teleported me out of their lands which had been just outside the palace.
I needed to sneak out this night to go there.
I crumpled the paper in my hands and turned to face Kilian tucking the scrap into my pocket as I met his eyes with a coy smile on my face.
“No,” I walked towards the bed. “I’m not exclusively with you.”
Killian smirked back as though he could refute my claim, his index finger crooning as he beckoned me forward.
I just came out from the shower and changed my clothes. If I went any closer, he would pull me down and kiss the hell out of me. I thought of how I had returned from Cillian’s room he had eaten me out and how I had returned the favour with his enthusiastic guidance.
If we kept this up, I would forget my decision to not have sex just yet. I didn’t know why exactly I was even holding back. Maybe because I wanted the first time I did it to matter as much to the other person as it did to me. Or maybe I was just nervous.
I moved forward and before I could blink, he pulled me down on the bed on top of him.
“You are my fiancee. I own you.” He whispered in my ear and I decided I could take another shower.
He moved so that I was now beneath him, my breath coming faster than I anticipated.
His dark hair fell over his forehead and his hazel eyes darkened slightly as he looked at me.
My words came out of me in a rush and I could barely feel anything but the sparks at his touch.
“You are so lucky that you are good-looking.”
Killian raised an eyebrow as he pushed my hands above my head.
“Why?”
My pulse accelerated as he settled between my legs, his thickness running against me.
I licked my lips.
“Because you are such an ass that no one would tolerate you if you weren’t.”
Killian smirked arrogantly, his hold on me fighting just enough to graze the edges of pain making a moan escape me as I recalled the first time I had seen him sexually.
“I am a prince, people have to tolerate me.”
I wondered if we would ever recreate a scene like that. I found that the thought excited me a lot.
“You might have a point.”
Killian’s free hand flipped up the skirt of my gown.
“There is no might. I have a point.”
A laugh escaped me. “You are so arrogant.”
He leaned in and spoke against my lips
“You love it.”
Then he kissed me so thoroughly that I agreed with him in my head. I did love it.
*****
I snuck out that night for training.
I almost missed the training because Killian wouldn’t leave my bed. He didn’t touch me save from cuddling with me.
“Since when do you cuddle?”
Killian slid me a glare. “Is cuddling a bad thing?”
“No, but you do not look like a cuddler.”
His arms around me tightened. “My room is too quiet. I missed your snoring.”
“What?” I scoffed. “I do not snore.”
“You do to.”
“Do not.”
“Do to.”
If anyone told me that I would end up bickering with the cold sexy as hell Prince Killian of all people but thankfully after that argument, he was out as a light and I was able to sneak off.
I was almost unsure that River would be waiting at the spot that I felt he was talking about, he had said something about tonight but he hadn’t even stated the time.
Thankfully I didn’t have to wait for up to an hour after getting out of the palace before he turned up.
He literally appeared out of thin air. One minute the spot next to me was empty, the next, he was there.
“I knew you would come.”
I rolled my eyes. “No, you didn’t. Now are you going to brag or take me out of here?”
River took my hand. “Brace yourself.”
And I was gone.