THE Knight's Hidden Princess
Chapter 122 - 8 Letters

Chapter 122: 8 Letters

DAHLIA POV

Reagan took me to his room immediately. He ordered for someone to send for Heather to go and fetch my things from the house. He went to the bathroom and set up things for me so I’ll have a bath which I appreciated but at the same time, I can’t just help to feel something is clearly wrong here.

After everything I had confessed to Reagan didn’t even bat an eye at my confession. I had half expected him to charge into the dungeon with anger and I had mentally prepared myself for it. What I had not prepared for however was the gentleness in his gaze when I admitted into taking Celeste’s life and I’m pretty sure Marina and Celeste would have told him more than what I had confessed.

Reagan isn’t one to keep his temper in check especially when it had been done in his own household and had threatened the whole family. But he had done none of that and instead asked me if I was okay and then he kissed me after telling me he missed me.

I had practically melted into the kiss because he was right, I did miss him and I thought I would be strong but the moment he pressed his lips on mine everything I was thinking about melted away completely. All my worries, all my thoughts of protecting the one person immediately vanished because all that mattered right now is Reagan and I.

I didn’t oppose when he led me to his chambers and when I entered the bathroom, I allowed the water to cascade gently on my skin as the tension slowly released its hold on my body. The hot bath erased my tired muscle weight as well as the night’s accumulated stress but my thoughts stayed active as I continued to think about Reagan who had remained gentle with me, treating me like I was something precious.

I released a nervous breath as I raked a hand through my wet hair.

I tried to find hope that this would become my lasting reality. The comforting atmosphere of Reagan’s touch made me wish to stay with him permanently but my mind wasn’t willing to accept it. No matter how relaxed I might be there was still going to something that will be waiting to pull me back into that storm.

I exhaled sharply as I turned off the faucet. Then I grabbed a towel and dried myself up along with my hair. I reached for the robe that Heather had placed into the bathroom, tying it around my waist. I stepped back into the bedroom and I met Reagan talking to someone in hushed whispers. I couldn’t see the person because he was hidden behind the door.

Reagan turned to look at me and he bid whoever it was that was at the door goodnight and then after that he turned to look at me. I noticed his hair was damp and he wore a only a silky pajama trousers which meant he must have taken a shower.

"Who was that?" I asked him.

Reagan slowly took his time assessing me with his eyes before he responded, his tone hoarse. "Nikolai."

"Okay," I said as I stared at him waiting for some more explanation. "Well what did you talk about?"

"I actually don’t want to talk about it, not now anyway." Reagan said.

I swallowed as I stared at him. "So what do you want to talk about?"

"Honestly," Reagan breathed out as he approached me, "I really don’t want to talk about anything right now Dahlia. I’ve been so far away from you I can’t think, I can’t breathe without being near you Dahlia, I’ve been so far away from you it’s driving me crazy!" He said and his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

My lips parted as I stared up at Reagan and it was then I noticed that he had gotten closer to me. I could feel the warmth of his skin and against my better judgment my eyes found their way down his body and I could feel my heart beating faster as I continued to stare at him. The dim candlelight in the room flickered against his wet skin and with each breath of his and the slight parting of his lips when he seemed to hold back important words he craved to express.

But I couldn’t afford myself to feel this way, clearing my throat, I turned my face away. "Reagan we need to..."

"Do you understand how hard it’s been?" Reagan interrupted me.

I avoided looking at him, "Reagan, listen to me..."

Reagan gently grabbed me by my chin and turned me so I was looking at him. "Dahlia, please just look at me...." He said and I turned to look at him with a sigh, earning a smile from him in return. "There’s my girl!" He said framing my face in his hands and I sighed at him.

"Reagan, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just looking at my beautiful wife." Reagan responded with a smile, "You have no idea how hard it is being so close to you and yet so far away."

He was really missing the point here! "Maybe it’s best if we just talk for a second."

"Not now." Reagan whispered moving even closer towards me. "I don’t to talk about Nikolai, Marina and as sure as hell not about Celeste."

At the mention of that name, I stared up at Reagan. "Oh yeah? Funny you should bring up not talking about Celeste because she sure had a lot to say about you?"

Reagan’s brows furrowed in confusion as he stared down at me. "I’m sorry but I’m not following."

"Did you have sex with Celeste?" I blurted out as I glared at Reagan who looked more confused than ever.

"I’m sorry, what?"

"She was blurting all about what you did to her and how you found her and fell in love with her. How you ravaged her in the woods, the king you killed throne, the barn, heck you guys even did it after you fought of a crocodile that tried to attack her when she was having her bath." I said and Reagan’s brows only went up as I spoke. "Honestly the more she spoke she might as well have been reading an erotica to us all!" I said while looking up at him with my arms crossed.

Reagan continued to stare at me with confusion while I stared up at him, waiting for answers. But all he did was continue to stare at me as if I was some crazy lady who had just accused him of single handedly slaying a dragon and making love on its corpse if that makes sense and I’m guessing it doesn’t because Reagan blinked at me, utterly dumfounded.

"Okay, I’m going to say this again, WHAT?" Reagan yelled at me.

I snorted in response. "Typical male answer, evade the question and make the woman feel stupid."

"Baby, I have no idea what you are even talking about!"

"Oh really now?" I asked with narrowed eyes, "So neither of what I said ring any bells?"

Reagan gaped at me, "No, they don’t?"

"So you guys didn’t fuck each other on King Canute’s throne?"

"Gods, NO!"

"And you didn’t fight off a crocodile for her?"

"Okay, that is just insane!" Reagan yelled with a look of disbelief on his face.

I cocked my head at him, "Did you...did you consider making her lady of the house after I humiliated you?" I asked my voice now on a whimper.

Reagan stared at me before he heaved out a chuckle, "S, that’s what this is about then?" He asked before he wrapped his hands around my waist using it to draw me closer, "You didn’t humiliate me Dahlia and I could use Celeste as the lady of the house. Right now, there is only one woman I see who is befitting of that role, the only woman that I ever want as the lady of my house and that’s you Dahlia? Just you, only you!" Reagan whispered.

I could feel my lips curving into a smile as I stared up at Reagan. "Really?"

"Of course, I’m in love with you Dahlia!" Reagan said with a smile on his face.

I smiled up at him, "And I’m in love with you too!"

The smile on Reagan’s face vanished as he stared down at me. "What did you just say?"

My mind shut down for a minute as I realized what I had just said. I hadn’t really planned on saying it like that, but then, there a lot of things I do not plan so I’m just going to go ahead and say it. I moved closer towards Reagan, grabbed him by his face and stared up at him, making sure he could see the sincerity in my eyes as I spoke those eight letters I was no longer afraid to say.

"I love you Reagan Hawthorne," I repeated and I might as well have stolen the breath from Reagan with the way he stared at me without blinking and I worried he didn’t hear me so I continued. "I have been for quite some time and I’m sorry it took me this long to say it to you. And I honestly didn’t mean to embarrass you at the party but I just..."

"Dahlia!" Reagan called interrupting me.

"What?" I whispered.

"What was it I said earlier about talking?"

"That you didn’t want to talk?" I asked with a frown on my face.

Reagan grinned at me, "Exactly and I’m glad you didn’t listen to me because I wouldn’t have known how you felt truly, but now..." Reagan bent his head down, "Now, I’m going to need you to shut up!" He said before he grabbed my lips into a slow long kiss!