Crown prince Yeol had been sitting reviewing notes on his intended, one leg bent an elbow resting on the knee while the other straight gave him a leisure look. Eyes focused on every written detail of the young girl yet to mature. His need threatened to drown him. How many times had he stroked himself to her image?
How many times had he ached to simply taste those full lips or span that small waist?
How many times had he imagined being in the same room with her and stare at her small form without getting bored?
So many times that it became harder to function without seeing her image.
This is his life for the past suns, watching information and all available images on his intended.
Perhaps he should visit her soon..?
A boom suddenly echoed, Prince Yeol raised his head and quickly secured all the information of his beloved and stored it in his space.
The '..' are spoken thoughts, when not in a human form. Just to let you guys know. How I wrote it is not a mistake.
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Mondays are usually the worst, so in adding to answering a request from a reader, I will be posting the second chapter today.
Happy reading.