THE Knight's Hidden Princess
Chapter 107: Called Me His

Chapter 107: Called Me His

DAHLIA POV

My whole body ached from riding, I hate to admit it but Reagan was right. Staying on the horse for too long while staying rigid and trying to ignore the warmth behind me was a not so wise idea. My whole body was filled with muscle soreness while my back remained tight with stone liked legs. I avoided expressing what I felt and my discomfort since Reagan would take absolute joy in teasing me.

My breath escaped in visible relief when I saw the manor ahead. I forced myself to sit up straight, the pain I was feeling long gone as I stared at the manor where a lot of people were waiting for us. There were loud cheers of welcome as the large gates swung open revealing a small crowd that cheered at the sight of us.

Right in the midst was also my dear family, each of them dressed in their finest. I swallowed the knot in my throat as Marina’s unsmiling face found mine, same with the rest of the family, although Celeste looked all too happy to see Reagan was back.

Reagan dismounted from his horse with well-practiced ease, then he turned to look at me and offered me a hand in response. I accepted the help just because my whole body felt stiff but immediately he helped me down, he was suddenly crowded with Celeste and Adeline who jumped and gave her brother a hug.

I moved to the side with a small smile on my face and turning to look at Heather, I made my way towards the house I would be staying but just before I could move Marina suddenly blocked my part. Heather immediately bowed her head while I stood still staring at her.

Marina met my gaze head on, staring at me till eventually and reluctantly, I gave her a slight bow I response. "My lady."

"You need a bath!" Marina responded in her typical condescending tone.

I managed to stop myself from sighing and swallowed down the words I wanted to say. Instead, I forced a smile on my face and responded as smooth as I could. "But of course my lady, I’ll see to it immediately."

Marina hummed, while assessing me with disapproval in her gaze and I mentally thanked the gods and Heather for packing a skirt for me to wear. I can’t imagine the look on Marina’s face when she saw that I had worn trousers that had been strapped with weapons.

So far the only ones who knew exactly what I was and what I had done was Nikolai but even I knew he wouldn’t tell Marina my secrets. He had said he had taken a particular liking to me and if he was willing to protect me from his best friend, I know he was going to be protecting my secret from Marina.

"Also when you are done, perhaps we need to have a talk in my private chambers about your..." Her eyes slowly appraised me, "Disorderly conduct." She said and there was no hiding the disgust at the moment.

I kept my face politely neutral, careful not to rise to the bait. "As you say, my lady." I responded with politeness though the thought of visiting her private chambers made my flesh crawl with irritation as I remembered the last thing that happened when I was there.

I’ll be damned if I let it happen to me again though! I thought to myself with determination.

"Good."

"She will not be attending your residence mother!"

My head snapped up to see Reagan approaching us with a stern look on his face. Marina’s gaze followed him as he approached us and then came to stand directly next to me while wrapping a hand around my waist possessively, a motion which didn’t go unnoticed by Marina whose gaze now zeroed in on the hands around my waist.

"My wife has endured a long journey, what she needs is a clean bath and food, then rest for days. After all, you are aware of the condition she is in?" Reagan said before he looked down at my belly then back to my face which was filled with confusion. Smiling at me, he turned to look back at his mother, "So she won’t be attending any meeting in your residence for a while, my wife needs all the rest she can get!"

All I could do was just stand there, my mouth open wide agape as I stared up at Reagan who was staring at his mother who looked confused as to what was happening right now.

My wife! That was what Reagan had called me, his!

He had truly meant what he had said about me belonging to him and now he has made the declaration to his family. I could feel the warmth of his hand seeping through the shirt I wore and the pressure of the title he had use. My heart thudded softly as my gaze returned to Marina who watched us with narrowed gaze.

"Hmm, that is quite the declaration son!" Marina stated her voice deceptive as her gaze danced between the both of us. "I take it something happened and you will be filling me on it later."

Reagan’s jaw clenched slightly before he turned to look at me. "Its best you retire for the night, you’ve had quite a long day."

"Um..." I didn’t know what to say and I stared at Marina who smiled tightly but that smile made my skin crawl.

It was a smile that made my skin crawl and resembled that of a serpent waiting to strike. It was quite obvious that Marina doesn’t support whatever love that seemed to have blossomed between me and Reagan. I was also confident that if we didn’t have an audience, she would have thrown a fit to demand what was going on. Somehow, I felt pleased about the whole thing and a slow smile crept on my face as I turned to look at Reagan.

"But of course, my love!" I responded and something in Reagan’s eyes flashed at the term of acknowledgement I used for him and before I knew what was happening, he pulled me closer to him and slammed his lips down on mine!