|| Agreement: the act of agreeing or of coming to a mutual arrangement.||
Taking Arabella's hand into his own, the King led Arabella to her house which was only a few houses away from where they currently stood. Her confused mind allowed the King to touch and hold her skin, she was more interested in the throbbing pain from her forehead to keep her busy.
His gentle embrace and touch graced Arabella's body as they arrived to her home. Typing in the password to the security that locked the lock, she then scanned her finger to confirm identity. The King entering after Arabella's entrance, she ventured into her living room, forgetting the King's presence.
Laying down on the sofa, her head spun with an excruciating pain. The King had been looking at her, his face etched with worry.
"Arabella, would you like me to get you some water?" He asked concerned.
"Yes, thank you." She said closing her eyes, the pain louder when she spoke.
Harshly closing her eyes, she ground her teeth together in pain, trying to soothe the pain. The King had entered the kitchen hurriedly and quickly filled a glass with cold water.
Returning to the living room, he approached Arabella's laying frame. Arabella got up, smelling the King's scent, she took the water from the outstretched hand of his stooping figure. The King's hand caressed her face as he placed the back of his hand against her forehead to check her temperature as she drank the water.
His cold hand chilled her skin as he touched her face.
Finishing the glass of water, she placed it down on the coffee table in front of her and looked down at the King's handsome face. His hand moved to cup her face delicately caressing it in the process. His hand brought pleasurable feelings to her but it did little to ease the pain.
"You have a temperature." He voiced with concern, his hand still on her face.
"I'm fine." She said pulling away from his touch, snapping back to reality.
"Are you sure?" He asked unsure if take truly was.
"Yes. Thank you but you need to leave." She said.
The King was angered at her words but did not voice his thoughts of anger, instead he complied with her commands.
"If that is what you wish." He said before he turned Arabella's head to look at him.
"Call me if you feel worst or if you want anything at all." He said seriously.
"Thank you," she said, "please do not tell Vladimir of this." She told him, squinting her eyes open.
The King understood why she had asked him to hide this from Vladimir. Vladimir was tough on him too when they trained though his sickness.
"Of course not." He said before rising from the floor.
Writing his number in the notepad by Arabella's phone, he pointed out it was his number.
As soon as the King left, Arabella was overwhelmed by the urge to vomit. Getting up from the chair, she rushed to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach into the innocent toilet. Bending over the toilet, she heaved and gurgled as projectile vomit escaped her stomach through her mouth.
She had decided to take a bath when her stomach was empty. She got up and washed the serous layer of sweat off her body. The cold water felt relieving against her heated skin, relaxing her body.
Her head was still in a frenzy. Could this have been perhaps caused by the food she ingested that's her Godfather had cooked her or the fall she had sustained. This had to be something more than that to cause such a throbbing pain.
Arabella had climbed down the stair reluctantly after getting dressed and showering to lay down in the comfortable sofa chair. The air conditioner blasted the room with its icy breath but did not do much to cool Arabella.
As she lay there, the heat of her body tired her out until she fell in an uncomfortable slumber.
The quiet shutting of the door and the soft rustling of paper, made Arabella jump out of her sleep to attack the intruder. Her entire body had been trained to detect the slightest disturbance in her surroundings.
Springing up from the sofa, the slight pain that Arabella awoke with intensified immensely as she quickly sat down trying to soothe the ache as she massaged temples. The King came into the living room with paper bags in his hands and was at her side in a flash to seek out any injuries.
"Arabella, what is wrong?" He asked panicky.
"Nothing." She said squeezing her eyes shut, the pain slowly subsiding.
"I have returned your vehicle that you left at my castle and I brought lunch." He said while running his hand through his hair in its natural curly form, stressed.
"Thank you." She said grateful as her stomach was empty and growled for food.
Taking out a white ceramic bowl and utensils from the bag, he took the seat next to her. Resting the bowl in his lap, Arabella watched at him curiously as he opened it to reveal a hot, delicious bowl of chicken noodle soup.
A spoon in his right hand and his other steadying the bowl, he dipped the spoon into the soup and it resurfaced with soup broth and noodles.
Bringing it closer to her face in an attempt to feed her she quickly spoke, "I can eat by myself, thank you." She said politely.
"If you say so." He answered bitterly as he took out another ceramic bowl that contained pasta. Eating her soup and seated next to the King in her living room, this noticed he was eating a large slice of lasagna. Arabella's stomach yearned for something solid and she contemplated what to do.
"Can I have a bite of your lasagna?" She asked reluctantly.
The sides of the King's lips raised slightly when he heard her request, "Of course." He said happily.
Cutting the lasagna with the fork, he sunk the sharp edges of the fork into the pasta and brought it to her mouth as he requested permission s that would be answered if she opened her mouth.
Opening her mouth slightly, he gently fed her with the tasty bit. Chewing the lasagna, her interest was sparked by the delicious thing.
"Would you like some more?" He asked, a small from morphing.
"Yes, thank you." She said after her throat cleared from the food.
Feeding her once more, she relished the succulent food but did not ask or accept any more food from the King. She finished her food and proceeded to lie down.
The King came out from the kitchen and looked at her with pride in his eyes, "I have to go love." He said.
"I'm sorry I can't stay. Please rest and get better soon." The king said just before he planted his cold lips on her warm forehead. Her drowsiness had led her into a state of haze as she layback on the chair and ignored everything else. The King worried about her well being and leaving her home as he exited the house.
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What do you think will happen at the banquet?
Xavier is sweet isn't he? He's definitely showing that side of him more.
Why is Arabella sick? Was it the food or the fall?
Will Arabella forgive the King soon?
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Bound To You
Werewolf"And in the mystification they realized that they were mates." Arabella Gardenia carries the world on her shoulders. As a young child, she was expected nothing more than to meet her parents' and pack's expectations. Now, as a young woman, those expe...
