Sampson made it to the bar about 20 minutes ahead of schedule and the private room was not yet ready for him. So he sat at the adjoining restaurants bar and orders two finders of their best whiskey. The young bartender didn't blink twice and poured the expensive liquor. Everyone knew that the Dancing Rose Restaurant not only served the general public but had private rooms that often hosted the most elite of the city. The Restaurants bar was pushed to the side and as Sampson looked into the mirrors behind the wall of glassware and liquors he could watch the diners here.
He quickly found one table that made his stern lips twitch with amusement. Just two tables behind him sat a tall woman with a blond bob streaked with pastel blues and greens and two very young and interesting children. The boy looked to be about five maybe six and his hands never stopped moving as he continued talking to both the woman and the young girl bit his voice didn't raise to a level that made the other diners unable to enjoy their own meals. In fact as he looked he saw a couple nearby them also watching and listening to the boys story. On the other side of the woman was the little girl who calmly colored on a notebook with her crayons. The little girl concentrated with her colors looking up from time to time. And she had the cutest habit of sticking her youngest out just a hair as she focused on something on the pages before her. Her light brown hair kept falling into her face until she turned to the woman and pointed saying something quietly that had the woman smiling and nodding. Then even as they sat in the restaurant the woman took the girls hair and quickly braided it back earning a beaming smile for the little girl.
He watched them a bit longer before his gaze drifted across the rest of the room. People were served beautiful dishes of food that made his stomach rumble in envy. But he told himself he would just wait until Aiden got here and they could have food along with drinks in their private room. He flagged that bartender down and got a glass of water to also drink along with his alcohol. His grandmother had always told him that the nest way to avoid a hangover besides not drinking was to make sure you drank water along with your whiskey.
As the hostess came to fetch him to the room now that it was ready Sampson was about to stand and go when he felt a shy tug at his shirt sleeve. He turned and saw no one, that was until he looked downwards. It turned out there before him were both of the adorable children that he had been observing before. It looked as though the little girl had been the one to tug on his sleeve as she still had her tiny hand out stretched her pale blue eyes staring back almost in awe into his. Her brother stood beside her hand crossed as if he really hadn't wanted to come over. His hair was a reddish brown and his own blue eyes were darker and seemed more grounded then the starstruck eyes of his sister. He couldn't help but speak softly as he spoke to them, "Can I help you two with something?"
"No," the boy quickly answered raising his eyebrow almost suspiciously. "Why would we need help from a strange man we don't even know?" Sampson blinked and scratched his head awkwardly. Had he said something wrong? Perhaps he needed to spend some more time around kids. The boys sighed heavily and then nudged his sister forward. "Reg has something for you." It was then that Sampson saw the paper clutched in the little girls one hand.
With her brothers urging she held the paper out to him and he gently took it was a small nod and a polite thank you. When he looked down he did not see a scribbled mess like he had expected, but a very well done silhouette of him at the bar a drink in his hands. He blinked and saw that at the bottom she had even scribbled out her name.
He met her bright eyes and saw the shy smile. "Thank you, I like this very much. It very well done little artist." This made the girl giggle and blush happily and she grabbed her brothers hand in excitement.
Sampson was about to ask where their mom was since he didn't immediately see the woman with the blond bob. When the boy tried to shake off his sister and said. "I don't know why you even like this guy. Hes so cold."
"Yes!" The little girl agreed excitedly speaking with a very melodic voice. "He's like the cold Prince in Mommy stories. I like him!" She smiled at him sweetly and he really didn't know how to respond.
When he cleared his throat about to say something to the kids he heard a woman's voice from behind him. It sounded like honey dropping off a fresh comb, thick and slow but so sweet. "Who are you? And what are you doing to my children?"
He turned and gazed into a pair of bright green eyes that looked fierce and protective. "I'm Your Prince." He found himself saying his heart beating faster in unexplained excitement.
Sorry I had some issues and deleted chapters instead of posted them. Quickly will work to rewrite them and have them available for you as much as I can over the weekend.
Thank you again for reading.
Kinley had been at the Dancing Rose for the last hour in a business meeting with one of the few people who knew her identity before she had gone overseas for schooling. Melody had promised to entertain and feed the kids in the main restaurant while she discussed the continued success of blocking her information from the public. Finding the computer genius who had made it all possible had been a stroke of good luck Kinley had needed in those first few weeks after everything had happened to her and her little family. Now that she had managed to catch up in person with the computer genius whom she had kept in touch with over the years though emails she felt assured of his continued support. He would remain one of the only people who would actually have her phone number as well.
Kinley had walked down the hallway that had led back to the main Restaurant away from the well sound proofed and very private rooms that even government officials used to make deals. She hadn't expected that instead of seeing her children sitting at the table with food or deserts she had seen them talking with a stranger in a navy suit near the bar. Her hackles rose instantly as she wondered what the strange man wanted with her children. If he was going to hurt them then he would have to get through her first."Who are you? And What are you doing to my children?" She growled her protective mother bear instincts coming through.
However the man in the suit simple turned his steel grey eyes burning with desire into hers "I'm Your Prince." He told her flashing her a small smile that lit up his cold face and made her take a quick inhale of air as if she had to breath in the scent of him right at that very moment. His very presence shocked her and caused her to momentarily be distracted. But after a few fast heartbeats and two deep breaths her mind seemed to start functioning again. Wait had he just said he was a prince? No, not just a prince but her prince.
"No." She said with as much finality as she could muster. "I don't have nor need a Prince." Dispute her insane and instant attraction to the man she couldn't afford the distraction. She had to stand tall and strong now for her kids futures.
Reganne giggles in the way only young girls seemed to. "Mommy he looks just like the Cold Prince in your stories. Do you think he will cross the seas and fight the dragons for love too?" Her eyes beamed hopefully at the stranger who looked rather sheepish and ran his hand through his hair before looking at her almost pleading with her for what he was supposed to say in response to her child's questions.
With a sigh Kinley looked to her daughter. "Honey, not all men need to slay dragons to find love. And not all Princesses need someone to rescue them. For all we know this gentleman is waiting to meet with his wife or girlfriend for a late dinner." Reganne seemed to wilt a bit at that.
"But where is the romance in that?" She asked with exasperation. "What good is a story where you don't have to go on an adventure and maybe slay some dangerous beasts to find love?"
Quinn who had been silently standing beside his sister shook his head. "All that love stuff is gross Reg. I'd rather just go on the adventure and learn to ride dragons that way I could go on more adventures ."
While the kids began to debate Kinley looked up at the stranger with an apologetic smile and a shrug. Kids, she hoped it conveyed the complex feelings she always had while looking at them. They were her everything the good and the bad of life. They had survived so much together. Without these two beside her she wasn't sure if she would have survived the tragedies of her past.
"I'm sorry if we've bothered you at all." She told the man as she saw Melody rushing over from the hallway that lead towards the restrooms a surprised look on her face.
"No, it was really no bother," he said with a smile as Melody ushered the kids towards the doors of the restaurant. His smile was warm and she felt a slight blush heating her cheeks before she turned to leave as well.
"And I'm currently Princessless, but I wouldn't mind slaying a dragon or two for the right person." He said a a deep voice almost spoken like a whisper. A confession just for her ears from the dark stranger who even now looked at her like he couldn't wait to taste her.
Instead of answering Kinley turned and left the restaurant aware that the strangers eyes followed her as she left. For the first time in years she might even have swayed her hips a bit more hoping to give him something to remember.
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