His Other One

15| Nine days And All Kinds Of Hunger

Taylor finally convinced herself to put away her defense, a purple quilted duvet with gold and wine trimmings. She had to face the night sooner or later. She needed a game plan. She couldn't, mustn't be distracted by her foolish feelings.
"I see you finally left your fort" Anghel drawled from his position at the doorway.
Don't blush. Don't blush. Taylor commanded herself.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs trying to swing casually as she held on the bed wooden edges as if her life depended on it.

Anghel strolled in and sat beside her, too close for comfort. Taylor shifted, he just smiled at her antics.
"Am not ready" Taylor blurted out.  She winced, she had prepared a speech in her head but it obviously wasn't a stellar plan.

Anghel raised an impeccable eyebrow
"You're not ready for?"

Taylor made a gesture  pointing towards the both of them
"Us, intimacy. Am not ready"

Anghel fell quiet for a tense moment.

"Alright" He said finally

Taylor's head shot up in surprise to look at him.
"Really?" She didn't know if she should be relieved or offended. She had anticipated a kind of outburst at least, not this easy acceptance.

"For how long do I have to wait?"

"Give me nine days. Nine days to prepare myself to be your mate" or more like disappear.

"You do know that you are not allowed to have another chamber apart from this one, and I can't leave this room either?"

"I guess so " Taylor acknowledged reluctantly.

"These nine days you ask, I am not  to touch you but we will have to look to the outside world that we are intimate....can you do that at least?"

Taylor nodded readily, if he was being so agreeable and patient then why couldn't she?

"Well, nine days is a long time to be immune to me" Anghel responded with his lip half upturned. "Especially after..." He let his words trail away as his gaze fell to her lips for a smouldering moment.
Taylor covered her mouth with a mortified gasp and fast walked out of the room with twin red spots on her cheeks.
While Anghel's grin couldn't get any brighter.

Taylor found the naked woman fountain. She traced the graceful figure with her eyes. Her marble eyes were downcast in a come hither look, her breasts were pert and round, her tiny waist flared to a well rounded hips and long tapered legs. She was simply a masterpiece.
Taylor stretched her hands into the cascading water and let the cool rushing water sift through her fingers. She sighed as she reminisced her vision some hours ago.
What was it?
Why did the name mirea keep coming up both in her dreams and reality?
Why was she so restless!

"Your highness"
Taylor jumped from the sudden interruption. She turned to see a trail of five girls in servant dress bowed in a courtsey.

"Ehm, who are you?" Asked a puzzled Taylor.
The first girl, of Asian descent who was vaguely familiar stepped forward

"We are your hand maidens mistress. Always at your service" She curtsied again and the rest of the girls promptly followed her lead.

"Where is Olivia?" She asked when she didn't find her friend's face in the group.

The girls looked at each other and then looked at her, their expression as confused as hers.

"Well?"
Taylor prompted impatiently.

"She is not among your hand maidens my lady. She has been moved to scullery duties."
Kia quickly answered with head bowed.
Taylor remembered where she saw her, she was one of the girls who had attended to her on her mating rites day. One of Emese's girls