“Vhalla, I need her in so many ways, Mother help me,” Aldrik groaned. “I need her as my redemption, I need her kindness, I need her forgiveness, I need her smiles, I need her humanity, I need her ignorance, I need her innocence, and, yes ... Mother Sun, yes, I need her as a man.”
Her breathing was short as she leaned closer to the door. Vhalla’s heart threatened to beat over Aldrik’s soft words.
“You love her.”
It was not a question, but Aldrik answered it anyway. “More than I ever thought possible.”
“Aldrik,” the lord said thoughtfully. “You have yourself in quite a spot, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what to do.” His voice sounded weak compared to its normal fullness.
“You know your place in life, your duty to your people.” Vhalla didn’t like where Lord Ophain was headed with his logic. “Someday you will be Emperor and no one will be able to question your decisions. No one will question them if they feel that your law comes from a place of honor, sensibility, and compassion. The crown is a heavy burden and you will have to make choices between your wants and your Empire.”
“I know all this, Uncle.” Aldrik’s voice was muffled a moment as he buried his face in his hands. “But I can’t.”
Vhalla released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
“I know,” said Lord Ophain. “You remind me so much of your father.”
“What?” Aldrik’s anger was quick at the comment.
“Calm down.” The lord laughed. “You never saw them together, but he was over the sun for your mother. Of course, she was still a princess, but the logical choice would have been one of your older aunts. He should not be so hard on you because it is not as though he has been exempt from chasing a stolen heart.”
Vhalla blinked, she’d never heard anything of Aldrik’s mother. She should leave now; this was certainly a private moment.
The lord sighed. “She was too young, younger than you now ...”
“Enough,” Aldrik said softly. There was a long pause.
“We have quite the day ahead of us.” It sounded like Ophain stood. “And you have a beautiful woman in your bed,” he added with a chuckle.
Vhalla fought a blush.
“There she will stay without me,” Aldrik sounded resolute.
Vhalla fought unladylike disappointment.
“You and your nobilities. You are a prince, Aldrik, people expect you to enjoy yourself when no one is watching.” The lord’s voice diminished as he headed for the door. “It is a true shame that the seat of power was not kept in the West. Our people would be all too eager to accept a woman like her as their princess.”
Vhalla tried to absorb what the man was implying, what he was outright saying.
“One step at a time ...” Aldrik’s voice faded as she padded over to the bed.
Vhalla settled the covers around her. Her blood felt on fire with shame for listening in on a conversation that wasn’t meant for her ears. But that was not the only thing burning her. She wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to let him know that she felt much the same and more and that she was never going to let the world rip him from her needy grasp.
The sound of wood on wood filled the silence as the door was slid open and Vhalla sat.
“You’re awake.” His cheeks were lightly flushed and his lips parted.
“I am.” All eloquence left Vhalla when she looked at him.
“I ...” He glanced between her and the sitting area in the main room.
Vhalla saw the debate on his face and put an end to it. “Stay with me.”
“I shouldn’t.” His focus was now solely on her and it sent sparks up her chest.
“You shouldn’t? Just like you shouldn’t have me in your bed right now, or kiss me, or love me? I’m not, I’m not asking for—” Vhalla gripped the covers and blushed, forcing herself to act a woman, “—for you to make love to me tonight. But I want you near me.”
Aldrik sighed heavily, and Vhalla prepared herself to see him leave for the other room. But he crossed to the bed, crawling over the sheets on his hands and knees to her. Vhalla felt deliciously ensnared, pinned to the pillows before a predatory beast.
The lights extinguished magically as he kissed her, his weight assaulting her senses. Vhalla snuck a hand around his neck, holding his face to hers. He tasted of sweet liquor and every delicious dark dream she’d ever had. She wanted to lose herself to him, to give him everything she had. When he pulled away countless kisses later it didn’t feel even close to enough.
“Aldrik,” she sighed breathlessly.
“No, I won’t. You said not tonight.” The prince read her mind.
“But—”
“No,” Aldrik repeated. He scooped her up into his arms and twisted onto his back, pulling her half onto him. “I also don’t want you to think that I take women to bed lightly.”
“You don’t need to worry. I know.” Vhalla caressed up his stomach, feeling the groves of muscle carved by years of duty through the thin fabric of his shirt. “I don’t care how many it has been, or why. I just want to be here now.”
“How many do you think it has been?” He actually sounded amused.
“I told you, I don’t care.” Her movements stilled.
“Ah-ah, Vhalla, I practically invented dodging questions. You’ve much to learn yet.” He tucked some hair behind her ear.
“I don’t know,” Vhalla resigned. She didn’t want to offend him with her guess being wildly off. He was six years older than she was, and judging by his brother’s comments he had been significantly more active from a younger age. “Eight?” She took a stab at a number, thinking it would be too low as it was less than one a year since his coming of age ceremony at fifteen.
His laughter rang out through the darkness.
“Three.” “Three?” she repeated. It was more than her grand total of one, but it was far fewer than she had expected.
“Is that a pleased repeat, my parrot?” He pressed his lips to her forehead.
“I suppose so.” She shifted slightly closer to him. “More than me.”
“I’d assume so.”
“What does that mean?” Vhalla huffed in mock offense.
“I used your lack of experience to throw you off balance right off, remember?” He ran his hand down her arm to intertwine his fingers with hers.
“Two isn’t that big of a difference,” Vhalla muttered, unsure how it had become a contest.
“Two.” The simple math took Aldrik far too long. “You mean, you have ...”
It was Vhalla’s turn to laugh. “The East doesn’t really have your Southern notions of a woman’s virgin blood. Yes, one man.”
“And here I thought I was corrupting you.” Vhalla heard the grin in his voice, and she moved her hand to his cheek, feeling how his mouth curled.
“I’m fairly certain you are,” Vhalla teased lightly.
“You’re right,” he teased back. “I am out to dine upon your still beating heart.”
“If that’s all you wanted, you should know I gave it to you a while ago.” Vhalla was confused when she felt the grin slip from his face. “What?”