Thoughts about her

Raphael

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With my arms crossed behind my back, I wandered aimlessly around the castle, with unhurried massive steps, until my feet brought me here. I sensed her presence in the library from afar. It does not make any noises, the heartbeat is calm. What does she do there? Is he trying to sniff out information or is he hiding by reading forbidden adult literature? Thinking about it, I silently grinned, imagining her as a naughty, depraved girl. Oh, these crazy thoughts.

But it's worth paying tribute to her, she looks stunning: soft facial features, upturned little nose, piercing azure eyes and juicy plump lips, like ripe strawberries. I like such a pleasant-looking prisoner.

I wonder how her father will react if his blood is dishonored? It's not that I'm a notorious scoundrel in relation to women, on the contrary, they willingly invite me into themselves.

But one memory of her slender legs hanging in the vines, pale soft skin and tremulously heaving breasts, tightly covered with a corset, makes my trousers tighten tightly somewhere in front.

It's bad, I need to let off steam, why do I think about her like she's something special? It's not like that at all, she has all the same traits that are inherent in other women. Or not?

I can, of course, seduce and use her, but this is a blow to our planned operation. And if she turns out to be useless and we're wasting our time? My brain is boiling, I don't like it when everything is complicated, it's so annoying. Silly princess, why did you happen to be on the side of my enemy?

I finished my internal dialogue and listened - soft snuffling, quiet smacking of lips. I wonder what her lips feel like? Quietly opening the door, I went in, trying not to scare her off by accident, and in a split second I materialized right in front of her on the second floor of the library. A small glimmer of tenderness slipped into my eyes at the sight of her sleeping sitting on the floor, but immediately disappeared.

"You know, Princess, you're not much of an employee." - Mentally summed it up.

I concentrated a small amount of energy in the center of my palm and spread it like a spider web around the library. Now we can rest, no one will interfere. I sat down on the floor in front of her, allowing myself to examine every feature of her, every detail. Fragile as a reed- everything about her was so peaceful now, anyone would want to protect her. And only I wanted to hurt her and watch her cute face contort in agony. Witch. Tethys called her a witch from her prophecy. Hate. This must be the reason why I am attracted to and immediately repelled from her.

The hours passed, at least about five had already passed, and she was still asleep. And increasingly annoying. My hands itch with the desire to pinch, bite, inflict any pain, just to wake up her serene body. And I stretched out my hand and lightly touched a light strand of her hair, followed the thin neck with my eyes and my mind seemed to be confused. The iris of the eyes has acquired a rich dark bard hue, the fangs have lengthened, and saliva has accumulated in the mouth - again this smell of hers, it beckons so much. Shit. Out of control, I grabbed her by the neck, but then quickly withdrew my hand, forcing her to hang in the air as soon as she began to fidget and mutter discontentedly.

"Consider yourself lucky today, princess." - And I was completely unlucky.

Black smoke began to swirl around me, like dancing flames coming from me. The hand stretched out to the girl gradually began to change its shape, dissipating, wriggling with smoke particles, forming the silhouette of a bird. I separated the bird from my body, removed the protective barrier and immediately disappeared so as not to catch the princess's eye.

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Dexter was sitting in his office when I suddenly showed up. There was a huge stack of paper in front of him and he looked clearly unhappy. Although, in his place, I would also be unhappy if I had to do someone else's work. But what can I do if he is my right hand, and I am his lazy ruler. I took a comfortable position on the ottoman, with his hands under his head, and was about to tease an old friend when he felt gentle touches on his skin. This really took me by surprise, I jumped up from my seat, eyes wide, eyebrows bunched in disbelief.

Is she fucking stroking me??? The raven, whom I left to look after the girl, was the most part of me, and I felt every sensation of him clearly and acutely.

Dexter was silent, watching my inner torments, but the interest written on his face was already climbing out with a malicious smile. And then I exploded…

- This girl, does she have no standards of decency at all? How can she touch someone without asking permission? – I was indignant. Not that it was unpleasant – on the contrary… But it was just unexpected.

- Um, may I ask, Your Majesty, did you do something to the princess? – Dex looked at me from under his brows, waiting for sensational news.

- I? I didn't even lay a finger... well, okay, I touched her with my finger, but only with a good purpose – to strangle her. - I spread my hands innocently. – But she… She's sitting there and groping me in different places! – I was gesturing something in my emotions, and judging by the comical expression on my adviser's face, it did not inspire fear.

- Well, as I see, you are in the best shape right now. Or are you mad because she touched, perhaps, not where you wanted to? – oh, his subtle humor.

- What kind of vampire are you! - Wrinkling my face, I feigned disgust. - I left her Skars to be my eyes. And she's sitting there squeezing him. And what's wrong with me? If she really wanted to, she would have come and felt me, I wouldn't mind. - I continued to mumble, pacing the office.

Duke Parmont did not restrain himself and laughed.

- So you've got your eye on her?

- I would rely on her completely and even without clothes, but you always tell me not to involve women in work.

- Raphael, we have known each other since childhood, and I know you like a flake. You can frown, get annoyed and angry, sometimes break something to someone, kill for no reason and strangle everyone with your heavy aura, but as your friend, I advise you to let go of the situation and allow yourself to relax. Even with a princess. She's cute, by the way. You don't even really know her, you've only seen her a couple of times, and she already causes a storm of emotions in you that you used to easily restrain in yourself. So what has changed?

- What if she's a witch? - I stared at him with undisguised disgust.

- And? What if she's a witch? – to answer a question with a question is mean, especially to return my question to me. I was considering a balanced argument.

- First of all, she is a woman. And secondly, Tethys said that she didn't feel magic in her, that she was just a person. This still needs to be sorted out. Speaking of which, I'm planning to go to Riliya with Richard next week. After the abduction of the princess right before the wedding, we must be extremely careful, we have more enemies, they will look for her. I'm investigating the situation and double-checking the remaining two princesses. Somehow I've been restless lately. Witches also pop up here and there.

- OK. If you need more people, take them.

- No, the fewer of us, the better. It's not worth attracting too much attention yet.

- You know, Dex, of the two of us, sometimes I think you're a fucking gray cardinal. Does your brain ever rest at all?

- And yours, Your Majesty? – again, his throwing questions. – We just practice in different fields. – I didn't argue, they don't argue with the truth. And again I lay down on the ottoman.

Covering my eyes with the back of my hand, the image of the princess appeared in front of me. She was sad, she was still sitting there and talking to Skars, boldly self-criticizing herself for talking to a bird. The raven, obeying my will, did not try to move or fly away, but simply continued to listen. But the princess decided in her own way, surprising, she let him go free. A kind soul.

- Dex, take your mind off your writing and find a housekeeper.

- Why? - he frowned, usually such errands were carried out by the butler Charles.

- Let them move her roommate away from her. Now I will be her neighbor – I grinned at the brilliant idea that visited my head. - You said I needed to relax, even with a princess. Maybe it will even help to find the Artemis artifact sooner. Oh, yes, also tell her to be removed from the night service. It's of zero use if she continues to sniff in the workplace the same way. - The corners of my lips twitched up slightly, remembering the sleepy girl.