The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 129. A wish not a want.

Chapter 129: 129. A wish not a want.

"Mm-hmm!"

"Mm-hmm!!"

"Mm-hmm-hmm! Your Highness! I have returned with news for you." Everyone’s laughter grew more intense as Neriah tried to set herself free from her husband’s hold after hearing the intruding voice, but he kissed her a second longer before letting her go.

"Crazy person." She hissed as she looked up at the person who had interrupted their making out session on the training ground. She slowly rose to her feet as her eyes met the woman who was in her complete commander uniform. It was Commander Regina...

"May the peace of Narcissus be upon you, Your Highness." She bowed her head to Neriah and for some reason, Neriah just did not feel like replying. There was something about the commander that Neriah just didn’t like!

She shifted her gaze from her husband to the lady in uniform, "I am exhausted and you seem to have matters to attend to." She said, her voice had suddenly become stern and her eyes that moved between both of them were cold. She turned to walk away, but then Barak held her wrist.

"We should have a contest like this again. Me and you... What say you?" He asked with a small smile on his lips, but the response to his offer was a harsh yank of her wrist from his hand.

"I do not think a day like that would ever come again." She assured him as she walked away, and Aria scurried along with her. The entire atmosphere had completely darkened.

Barak’s eyes shifted from his wife to his friend and the commander just held a light somewhat sorry and sad smile upon her face. Barak wondered, what suddenly went wrong?

...

Neriah sat in the bathtub alone, just soaking herself in the water. Her fingers and toes had wrinkled due to howw long she had sat in there. She had sent Aria out when the maid had come to help her with her bath.

Neriah wanted to deny it, but she could not... The fact that she had fun during the day when she contested with her husband was undeniable. The more she spent time with him, the more the lines she had drawn between them blurred. Only the sexual needs... Just the sexual needs, she kept telling herself. That was all she needed him for. Yet even when they were not in bed, when they were not satisfying each other’s sexual desires, he was not so bad to be around.

Just like today, she had agreed to do the match with him because of the knights that were goading her... Or so she kept telling herself. When in actuality she wanted to show him. Indeed she wanted to show him how talented she was with a bow. And at some point, she wanted to impress him.

That aside, why did she always have this hostile feeling toward Regina? Not once had the lady done anything wrong to her, but just seeing her today was enough to ruin her mood completely... Why?

Everytime she saw her, there was always a sudden anger that rose up inside her. It came from deep within her and it was toward the commander who had never done anything wrong to her. Sometimes she wondered if it was actually anger. The feeling was a bit strange. It was like anger and yet different from anger.

What was the feeling?

"Hey," She heard his voice and lifted her head. When did he enter? When did he reach her side by the tub? She had not noticed.

She stared at him for some seconds, just taking in the view of the man, "What are you doing in here?" She finally asked as he knelt down next to her and gradually began to stroke her.

"Is it so strange that I would want to help my wife with her bath?" He asked.

She opened her mouth to say something, but then there were no actual words so she closed her lips and just silently sat in the water while he stroked her.

"You are wrinkled." He said as he picked up her hand and caressed her knuckles with his thumb. She stared at her hands that he held in his own. She thought of pulling away but pushed back the thought and just watched his hand stroking her.

"Earlier, Reg brought news that an army of orcs has breached the twenty-fifths gate and were going through a small village there." He spoke and she wanted to ask questions. She wanted to ask how the orcs were able to breach the gates when it was so high already. She really wanted to know more, but for some reason, she kept quiet.

"It takes three days to get there by horse, if we are to fly, it would take a day and a half. And according to the information gotten, there are over two hundred of them. That means I will be gone for at least two weeks. I do not know how long the vanquishment would take, but it might end up being longer than that."

Two weeks or more! Why was two weeks suddenly sounding so long?

"So?" Was the only word that escaped her lips.

He stared at her for a while, and she swallowed down hard as she saw his eyes shift to her lips and then back to her eyes. "So I might be gone for more than a week." He said and she could clearly see he was expecting something from her and he also had something else to say.

But whatever was he expecting from her? "Okay." She said and shifted her eyes from his and back to the bubbles in her bath that were quickly starting to disappear.

A sudden shudder ran through her spine as she felt the soft stroke of his fingers in her shoulder and she gulped again, her entire system was quickly getting hotter.

"W_what d_do you want?" She had to ask.

"It is more of a wish than a want." He spoke as his eyes and strokes were moving from her shoulders and gradually going lower to her chest. "I wish my wife would show concern for her husband and wish for my safe return. I wish she would tell me that she would pray for me while I am away. I wish at a time like this, she would reach for me and kiss me passionately."

She shuddered yet again as his index finger finally reached her breast and drew provocative circles round and round her nipples. Lords, if he was going to make love to her, he should just start! Why was he tormenting her?

"And I wish she would offer to make love with me till the morning comes because she is so distraught about being away from me." He lifted his eyes from her breasts and his eyes held hers, "Ah, if she would rather make hate with me, I would accept that too." The corner of his lips rose a little and that expression at that point to Neriah seemed so so sad. So sad that she wanted to grant all of his wishes. But...

"Too bad wishes do not always come true." She said, "I cannot show concern for you because I do not care for you, I shall not pray for you because I cannot bother to. And—" She paused as she was about to tell a lie and she needed it to sound very believable. "I shall not offer to kiss you nor shall I offer to make love to you because I will not be distraught nor will I miss you when you are gone."

That was a lie. A well arranged lie. She knew it, she would not miss the man, but she would miss his kisses, his touch, his caress. She would miss his warmth. Him being away meant she would have to sleep alone, she could not even remember how to do that.

She would miss their nights together that was certain. But she would never let him know or else he would mistake her words and hold unnecessary meaning to them.

"Then can I kiss you?" He asked. "For I will miss you, my dear spitfire. Deeply." He confessed and she wanted to tell him to hurry and kiss her. To hurry and take her and they would make hate all night long.

"When have you ever asked? And when have I ever had a choice?" She said and she saw his eyes grow even sadder than they already were.

He moved closer to her and her eyes instantly fell close as she awaited his kiss, his touch, his pintle buried deep inside her. But then, they slowly flew open again as she could feel her bath water growing colder, the air around her was also growing colder.

She was alone in the bathroom. He had left her... All that remained of his warmth was the soft feeling of his lips upon her forehead.

Neriah folded her knees up, wrapped her hands around her leg and placed her head upon her knees... "This is not what I wanted." she muttered

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