Gavrael (Part XII)

"There is no such thing as the right way. Abducting in itself is something sinful. And something wrong will still be wrong no matter how there is a 'correct way' to do it." The queen insisted.

"But didn't I abduct you many times, the right way, before?" he said in a low silken murmur, emphasizing the words 'the right way'. "I was certain you loved the way I abducted you and that was why you didn't bother resist, isn't that right? Queen Beatrice?" he then added, even as his warm breath touched the sensitive skin at the back of her neck.

The queen shivered and she quickly pulled away, remembering that their son was… wait… where's Gavrael? The queen's eyes widened as she turned around in a full circle, checking that Gavrael was really gone from the place. She then turned and glared angrily at her husband, the king.

"He's long gone my queen." King Belial chuckled as he confirmed on his errant son's escape from his mother.