The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 89. You smell.

Chapter 89: 89. You smell.

"Neriah, that is enough!" Barak almost raised his voice but controlled it and glared at her. They were taller but she was not going to be intimidated.

"Bar, do not speak to her in that tone." Regina said with concern and Neriah scoffed yet again.

"You should listen to her, Bar," Neriah said. "Do not speak to me in that tone. I am your wife, not your little sister!"

"And you should be grateful for that fact," he said and took a step closer to her, "because if you were Rakima I would have slapped you for the disrespect you are showing to someone who has done nothing but shown you courtesy!" He retorted.

She was angry, so angry that she fiercely wanted to strike him, but then again she controlled herself. She was outside, his knights were all around, she’d ruin his reputation as prince if she did something like that... lords! Why did she care for his reputation?!

If she cou not slap him she would insult him, "Damn you! And you think I would just smile like your foolish best friend if you were to slap me?"

"Neriah you—"

"No! I would slap you back and by the goddess I shall mar your face like a cat if I must you bastard!" She hissed, "Enjoy your stupid training, and just so you know, your training equipment is not even on par with the lowest training ground in Avelah!" She turned around to walk away but then she paused and faced him...

"One more thing, since you were sparring so diligently together, you might want to use a tub together too. That way you can scrub each other’s back. You know, since you are best friends and all that. Because the truth is... you both smell like dog urine!" She turned and, "Let us leave, Aria." She commanded and Aria nervously bowed her head and ran after her mistress who clearly did not mind the angry calling of her name by her dear husband.

Walking as fast as she could, almost running, as the loud echoes of her name continued to follow her, echoing through the halls... He was coming after her.

At some point, she began to run...

"Neriah you stop running!" He ordered but it only made her run faster.

"Neriah you stop running right now or I swear if I chase you and get you, you will be sorry!" He threatened but she was not about to listen to him.

"Aria go!" She ordered as she got close to the door of her room.

"But my lady you—"

"Now! Leave me!" she ordered as she gripped the handle of the door, turned it and pushed the door open, but just as she was about to push it close, his hand held the door open. She tried to push and push but he didn’t budge.

Eventually, he opened the door and, "Leave us!" He ordered Aria who still stood outside the door.

"B_but—"

"I shall not repeat my words." He warned and she stared at her mistress with distress in her eyes as the door was shut close in her face. All she could do was pray.

"If you hit me, I swear I will bring this whole palace down, so do not even dare hit me!" She warned and staggered back as he menacingly stalked her. Her chest was heaving up and down with fear, anger, uncertainty...

Was he going to hit her? How hard would he hit her? Would it be a slap? A punch? What was he going to do? Whatever it was, would she survive it? Even without his current menacing look, his muscles scared her...

But now, he seemed to be breathing fire and she feared for her life.

"What was that all about?" He asked and she took another step back.

"Stay away from me! I am warning you! I know there are still Avelian soldiers from the escorts ship around. They have yet to return to Avelah, if you hurt their princess they will kill you so stay away from me!"

"I asked you a question. What do you think you were doing out there?" He deadpanned.

"What?! Did I say anything wrong? I was not honored to meet your best friend! Why must I be?! Are you mad that I was not thrilled to see a woman who seemed to be thrilled to see me?! What did I do wrong?!" She screamed and he stalked her further causing her to move back again, only to realize she had hit a wall. There was no more ground. Realizing this she instantly tried. To run to the side, but he was already there, standing before her, with his hand set as strong barricades on both sides of her head.

"I am not talking about that. Why did you say that before you left?"

"Wh_what?"

"About me and Reg, you know what you said."

"Ah," She scoffed. "You could both get into a tub and scrub each other’s back! Why? Did you feel insulted by my words?! Well then great! Because it was meant to be an insult!" She yelled and after, wondered why she was goading him into anger?

"Indeed I was." He confessed, then he brought one of his hands to her jaw and she slapped it away. He brought it back there and she clawed at him and tried to force the hand away but he quickly caught both hands and held them up high above her head and she breathed heavily, allowing her breasts to rise over the low neck of her dress, and fall again and again.

Such a titillating view.

"I was insulted because Reg likes me, so I cannot share a tub with her." She was confused. What was he even saying? "Because the only person I want to get into a tub with is the woman who hates me." He said the beat of her heart instantly took a dramatic change as she was quick enough to realize what he was saying even before he said what he was going to say...

"And that is you." He brought his lips closer to hers, and she was screaming in her head No! NO! NO!! But, "So let us share a bath... My dear wife."

"No." She said, but his lips were already upon hers and indeed, he smelled bad because of all the sweat from training, and by the gods he was filthy and dirty at the moment, but he was kissing her and... That was all.