Rhaegar looked like hell.
Covered in dust and dirt along with dried blood, his hair was all ssy and tangled and his features got unusually sharp as if he had not eaten or drunk anything for the past few days.
His face looked extrely tired and almost devoid of life, and Lorelai could not help but wonder what in the world had happened to him once he escaped the gladiator arena.
'He must have been either running around to exhaust himself and force his wolf to step back or hiding sowhere far since both his and Duke Kalder's people have been looking for him without rest.'
As her gaze moved away from the king's face, she gasped, noticing the wounds on his chest and arms.
The long, thick scratches on his upper body were already half-healed which was exactly what impressed the princess.
'The lycan slave had scratched him several tis with his thick claws, the wounds must have been pretty deep, but now... Is this the legendary healing power of the beast blood?'
Then, as Lorelai's deep green eyes continued to scrutinize the man's body, it suddenly dawned on her––he was completely naked, not a scrap of clothes on his tall, tanned body; but most importantly, to the princess' utter shock, the man before her was already fully erect.
Lorelai's face instantly turned hot and she was grateful that there were only a couple of candles next to her bed casting barely noticeable light around the room.
Rhaegar, however, still managed to notice her sincere reaction. With a playful smirk on his tired face, he took a big step forward, pushing the princess further back inside the room, and locked the door from the inside, the click of the lock echoing through the space surprisingly loudly.
Lorelai's heart dropped.
Standing there together, in the dark, just the two of them, made her tremble with agitation again. The bright moonlight glow bounced off the king's naked body and once again, Lorelai felt the stiffening feeling of amazent veil all around her body.
How could soone so powerful, so intimidating, be so enchantingly beautiful at the sa ti? She could not comprehend it, she could only stare at him, utterly hypnotized.
The lycan king, too, stared back down at her, unmoving. His bright amber eyes glowed in the dark like burning stars, his powerful chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, saying absolutely nothing.
The bizarre tension between them was almost palpable; it seed that a single spark would be enough to ignite the entire palace.
Overwheld, Lorelai finally gave in and averted her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "You should not have co here tonight... but since you are here, perhaps it would be best for you to take a bath and get cleaned up. I can ask Marianna to buy so n's clothing from a servant. There is still hot water in the bathtub since I was about to––"
She did not get to finish her mumbling as Rhaegar suddenly pressed his right thumb over her lips, forcing them to close.
His thick brown eyebrows knitted together and his eyes narrowed as they quickly scanned the woman's small body.
"Your scent... it's different again. What have you done to yourself?"
Lorelai was completely bemused by his unusual comnt. "What do you an? I don't think… I haven't done anything different…"
Her reply did not seem to be very convincing as Rhaegar's stern, almost angry look continued to run all over her body as if in search of an error or sothing that might have caused such an unnerving change in her sll.
'Do I sll bad? Is that what he is trying to say?' She suddenly beca so self-conscious that it made her cheek flush with an entirely different, unpleasant emotion.
The king, on the other hand, felt nothing but a sickening blend of confusion and worry.
'Again, sothing has changed. I don't like it... what is it? A magic spell? Sothing in her food, perhaps? I don't like it... I hate it.'
As the anger began to boil inside his veins, flaring up his already agitated condition, Rhaegar blinked several tis before his eyes were finally able to focus back on the princess.
Standing there right before him, she looked so small, her expression both flustered and intimidated.
Suddenly, her words echoed inside his head again, 'You should not have co here tonight.'
'Does she know?' He wondered, silently examining her blushing face.
Strangely, her being aware of his condition made the king even more thrilled than before. That sudden rush of excitent, however, only worsened his condition.
A strong, stabbing sensation pierced through his chest and his entire body trembled as if he was pulled out of a freezing cold lake. Suppressing a desperate groan, Rhaegar hit himself on the chest with his large fist and almost jumped toward the princess' bed, climbing on top of it like a wounded beast.
Startled, Lorelai found herself paralyzed.
Was it really that bad? Could it be life-threatening even?
She did not know what to do, but watching him suffer so helplessly was not a solution either.
"Rhaegar," she called out his na gently as she approached the bed. "What is happening to you?"
Rhaegar leaned back against the headboard of her bed, heaving and panting as he tried to regain his composure.
"The heat..." he could barely manage a whisper. "My wolf needs it more than I do... When I shifted, he took over and now... this is all I can think about."
Lorelai's eyes widened in shock. His erection seed to have grown even bigger, the purple veins bulging, ready to burst.
"You were right," he suddenly spoke again, his voice now colder and clearer. "I should not have co here. But I could not help it. I tried to wait it off but all I could think about was you. You... were always the only one who could erase this pain."
His words sent a shiver all over Lorelai's body.
Swallowing hard, she grabbed the sides of her robe and took another careful step closer to the king, her heart but a frantic bird inside her ribcage.
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