Capítulo 401: Chapter 401
He tried to call her for the fifth time. No answer. He texted her. Multiple times. Nothing.
"Raye, I need to see you." He said the next morning.
"Yes, your majesty."
"I need a list of last nights attendees and their addresses." He asked.
"I will see what I can do." She said.
"Quickly." He said. She nodded and closed the door.
He needed to see her. Talk to her. If only just to make her understand why he didn't tell her.
A few minutes later, Raye returned.
"Here is the list, your majesty." She said.
"Thank you." He said. He looked at the names and found hers. And thankfully, a London address beside it. It must be the friend's house.
"Raye, please tell Derek to bring the car around." Christian said.
"Right away, sir." Raye said into the intercom. Christian grabbed the list and stood up to leave. Just as he was at the opening the door, Raye buzzed him.
"I apologize, your majesty but a Miss Nora Palmer is at the gate. She is stating that you asked for a meeting with her today. I told security I didn't see her in the books. Shall I set something up or send her away?"
He felt his pulse race. He ran his hands through his thick, dark hair. "Cancel the car. Send her in immediately." He said.
"Right away." Raye said. Christian paced the room. He was a nervous mess of a man. The door opened and Raye walked her in. She looked tired but had on a form fitting dress that hugged her curves so well he almost had to bite his knuckles.
"Nora." He said.
"Christian." She said.
They stood there in silence for a moment.
"I apologize, you told me to come here today. I debated doing it but decided to come. Your secretary said you were on your way out for the afternoon. We can talk another time." Nora said.
"No. No. Not at all. I was going to find you." He said, holding up the list of names from the gala.
She gave a slight smile. "Oh." She said.
Silence passed for a few moments between them.
"How rude of me, please. Sit." He said, offering her a chair. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you." She said. "Buckingham Palace. Wow. I don't know what to say. It's incredible here. So surreal."
He sat in the chair next to her, looking at her profile. She was beautiful, but not in the classic sense. She had such soft and dainty features. Her mouth was the perfect shape, her eyes, wide and always taking in everything around her. Like Titania from a Midsummer Night's Dream.
She looked over at him, interrupting his admiration of her.
"I can't believe you are here." He said.
"That's the understatement of the year." She said.
"Yes. I know. I want you to know how sorry I am for not telling you sooner. I promise you, I tried. I just couldn't get it out properly, we were always interrupted." He said.
"Last night, I just kept asking myself… how did you not know? I mean, I've seen you, on television, since the day you were born. Your mother is a state hero from where I come from. I just never put it together. I never imagined I would meet the king of England in a bar." She said.
"I know. And that's how this all started, really. I wanted a night out, I had just turned 21, and I just wanted to have one normal, regular night with the mates. Like a normal person. I wasn't planning on meeting you. Seeing you again. Making love to you." He said. He shifted on his chair and then stood up. "It wasn't planned. And once I started to know you, I didn't know how to tell you. I had to disguise myself, sneak off on planes, anything I could to keep things a secret just so I could be.."
"Normal with me." She interrupted.
"Yes. I know it isn't an excuse but please know that I wanted to tell you." He said. She nodded. She pondered a moment and he thought he might burst from the weight of her silence.
"And now that I know?" She asked. He looked at her. He didn't know the answer to that. What that might mean.
"I guess that's up to you now, just as much as it is up to me." He said.
"I'm American! I am no one of title or anything like that. My family is poor. I have a VERY small, small business. I'm ten years older than you for crying out loud! No one is going to support this, are they?" She asked. He didn't know the answer. He looked at her and then looked away.
"I guess that's the answer to my question." She said. She stood up and looked at him.
"At least I got to talk to you about it. And say a proper goodbye." She said.
She turned and walked to the door.
He moved across the room to her, turning her around and looking into her eyes.
"No." He said, kissing her. He pulled her into his arms and moved her up against the wall.
"No, what?" She asked breathlessly as he moved down her neck with his mouth.
"No. It's not goodbye." He said, looking into her eyes and kissing her again. He moved his hands down her dress and up her thighs, finding her panties damp from her reaction to him. It turned him on to the point of hysteria.
He unfastened his pants and lifted her up, moving her panties to the side and entering her as quickly as he could.
"Christian…" she moaned.
"I'm not letting you walk away from me." He said, thrusting into her and biting down onto her neck, causing her to cry out for more.
His climax came and exploded into her as he held her tightly in his arms, still up against the wall.
Panting, he put his head against hers.
"Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. I couldn't be away from you, even if I tried." He said.
He could feel her begin to sob. He looked into her eyes, wiping a tear from her cheek.
"I can't, either." She said. She put her arms around him and and held on tightly as he lowered her the floor. They put themselves together and stood there, looking at each other.
"What do we do now?" She asked.
He paused for a moment. He smiled and walked over to her.
"Hello. I am Christian. His Majesty, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, King of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. It is a pleasure to meet you." He said, kissing her hand.
She smiled with a look of uncertainty. "I am Nora Palmer. Owner of "Survive and Thrive" beauty and wellness salon in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Mother of two goldfish and caretaker of an old, feisty father. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, your majesty." She said with a curtsey.
"Nora, I would like to take you to dinner this evening. Would that be alright?" He asked. She hesitated.
"As king, I could command you." He said. She smiled.
"I just don't know if I'm ready for that. The press. My name all over. What comes with that." She said.
He nodded. "I understand." He said.
"But you are ready for it?" She asked.
"I am." He said.
She nodded. "If you are willing to take that risk, so am I. Pick me up at 7?" She said. "It seems you already know the address."
He smiled. "I will see you at 7." He said.
She turned to the door.
"Nora." He said.
"Yes?" She asked, turning back.
"Thank you." He said.
"Bring those olives." She said with a smile.
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