My jaw went slack as I took in his perfect complexion, harsh jawline, chiseled chest, and eight fucking pack! V-lines that do not lie. His plum boxers were unable to truly hide the outline of his length and those muscled thighs.
I had to fight everything in me to look back up, even though I didn't want to. I had every intention of doing another up and down observation, needing a second look to determine if this was truly real, but as my eyes locked on his, there was a familiarity in those eyes that flickered from orange to blue, purple to black.
The color didn't matter because I knew who those orbs belonged to.
"Rain?" I whispered.
He didn't move, but the slight twinkle in his eyes told me it was true.
He's my Rain? My Prince Rainer.
Why I was claiming ownership of him was just as weird as how strongly I was drawn to him. I was moving and in front of him in a few seconds, and I reached out to place my hand on his cheek.
He closed his eyes at my touch, and it amazed me how cold his skin was compared to my steaming hot hand. It was like we were the complete opposite, and yet, I felt complete before him.
We were meant to be...and yet we were complete opposites.
My hand trailed down to his chest, stopping on the tattooed mark on the left pec of his chest. It was a circle with an open book sitting in the middle and within the book different magical symbols were written in black ink.
My finger trailed along it, and my touch seemed to ignite the symbol to life. He quietly hissed, and I looked up to see if he was in pain.
His eyes were open again, meeting mine once more, but they were filled with lustful desire as they observed me carefully.
My body was dancing in desire, and I wondered if they reflected how much I wished to be his right here and now. I’d never felt so drawn to anyone. Even Rain from before didn't ignite this amount of emotion in a sheer look.
Why are we igniting so much passion?
I was ready to go on my tiptoes and kiss him before a pinch of doubt clouded my judgment, but something smashed right into my face.
"Prince Rainer is mine!" The high-pitch squeal was completely random, but I couldn't even open my eyes as whatever hit me kept hitting me.
"Ow." I tried to shoo it away, but it must have evaded every hand swipe. "Stop hitting me."
"Go away!" the high-pitched voice demanded.
"Sio, hold on." The deep voice had my whole body tingling, and I ended up turning right around.
Oh no. I'm not staying here any longer. Not with that sexy voice. I'd be doomed.
I rushed forward, ready to run right out of this place and try to find my way home.
"Rosade-"
My body slammed right into something cold and hard, and all that did was make the world go completely black.
~RAINER~
* * *
"Rosade-" My words didn't finish before she crashed right into the wall. She fell right back, but I was there in a split second.
I caught her with ease, my other hand reaching out to catch the little fairy that ended up being the culprit of this mess. She fell right into my grasp, her eyes spinning around and around, remind me of those cartoons where the person gets knocked right out.
Looking at the two unconscious individuals in my grasp, I sighed.
"Should I even bother questioning this?" It was a rhetorical question as I shook my head and looked back at Sio.
Return to slumber.
The thoughtful command triggered the boiling magic within my being, and Sio's body began to disappear until she was gone. She'd return to her little bed on my nightstand, a safe place for her to be as I took care of other matters.
Important matters.
Glancing back down to Rosadette, I admired her sleeping figure, my heart racing just as my cock pressed against my boxers. It was getting rather uncomfortable, and the culprit was this beautiful masterpiece that somehow managed to locate me.
I had to question if her arrival here meant her vision had opened, but from how hot her body temperature was, I was putting that assumption to the back of the possibility shelf.
With ease, I hooked my arm under her knees and lifted her up.
That action only made my cock harden as I licked my bottom lip. She was turning me on in so many ways. It was easier to ignore the pull between us in our other forms.
Easier to ignore how she leaves me with lustful dreams with her attractiveness and innocence.
This was the form I had to fight not to see when I held her in my arms during those rare nights I got to spend in her bed.
There she'd be, with her flawless skin and long, platinum gold locks that shifted to glorious reds. She couldn't see the gold and lavender tinsel in her hair, or how dazzling those lavender gems of hers sparkled with lightning silver.
How her curves were accented by her small waist, and her perky breasts teased me thanks to the silky luxurious nightgown that cloaked her body. Silk material that only made her more enticing, and I couldn't fight the urge to lick my bottom lip with my growing lust for her.
I knew I couldn't do anything while she was unconscious, especially with how high her temperature was. My best hunch of how this occurred in the first place had to do with the fever assaulting her senses, but it all came down to the constant push and shove of Xavier's training tendencies.
The mere thought of that pathetic excuse of a fae made me want to taste his blood. He didn't deserve to be close to Rosadette, and it was only a matter of time until he lost the privilege of her mere presence.
I began my walk out of the room, the world shifting entirely with just a few steps until I was settled in the middle of Rosadette's room.
"Well thank fuck."
I slowly looked over my shoulder to see Camilla with her hands on her hips and giving me one of those deadly glares.
It always intrigued me when I saw her in this form. Her tall, slim but curvy appearance, long brunette hair shifting to red with silver tinsel, and her red eyes as striking as her red lips.
She was wearing her uniform, but she looked like an older woman attempting to be a schoolgirl for the human holiday Halloween. She knew about this side of the world, and from her questioning glare that sought my death, I had to explain myself quick before I got an arrow shoved up my ass.
Yes. I've seen her do that. Not fun.
"She waltzed right into my room back home. How she got there is beyond me." I shrugged with added emphasis, not bothering to sugarcoat reality.
"And why is she unconscious?" Camilla snarled at me.
You'd think my explanation would get me a 'Do Not Kill' card, but I felt it only made my sentence to death quicker.
"Sio got jealous and began attacking Rosadette until she turned around and ran straight into a wall."
My dull tone seemed to be believable enough because Camilla rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"You need to get rid of that fairy if you plan on dating Rosadette."
"She can't see her."
"Not yet," Camilla reminded. "Seeing as she was able to waltz through the fae universe and get right to your room proves we're running out of time."
"We," I began, walking over to Rosadette's bed and lowering onto the perfectly ironed sheets, "aren't the ones running out of time. Did you fix her bed?"
I randomly added the last part because I couldn't fathom Rosadette doing it. Seeing as she was in a nightgown in this form and pajamas in another, I could only assume she got out of bed and started walking around aimlessly.
"I did," Camilla replied. "Rosadette hates wrinkled sheets when she's unwell. Now can I go kill of Xavier yet, or are we still playing this ridiculous waiting game?"
"You're impatient," I mumbled, pressing my hand to Rosadette's forehead. "And she definitely has a fever."
"Good work, Sherlock. If that wasn't obvious," Camilla barked.
"Why do I have a sense you're angry at me?" I looked over at her. "I'm innocent."
"What took you so long to bring her
back?"
"I just brought her now. I was having a conversation with Sio only three minutes ago."
"Hmph," she grumbled and crossed her arms. "Maybe if I ask Alicia nicely, she'll let me kill Xavier in his sleep. Add a few pleases and thank you."
"Has anyone told you that your temper is dangerous?"
"Rosadette," she replied with an eye roll. "Plus, when you're tight with your best friend, you get your periods at the same time."
"Isn't that a nice way of bonding," I sarcastically commented.
The whole woman's life cycle didn't bother me, but I'm sure a few men even in this fae world would cringe at the idea.
"I hate you," she concluded.
"Something you've said from day one, but you tolerate me more than Xavier, so that's a plus," I noted and walked to the washroom. Getting a washcloth, I soaked it with cold water before sprinkling a spell to keep it cool.
Heading back to the bed, I laid it on Rosadette's forehead. "Did you inform Alicia?"
"She's on her way here. She's concerned with Rosadette being under the weather."
"You mean with everything happening outside the academy already?" I elaborated.
"They know of Rosadette."
"I'm sure they would with how school started."
"No." Camilla's denial got me looking her way and she shook her head to emphasize the single word. "They didn't think she could be the princess from the Rosadette family. However, with her comeback, and the talk of her growing strength, they're getting anxious."
"Anxious that a woman named Rosadette Campbell is absorbing the knowledge of our fae world far faster than anyone predicted and learning magic just as fast," I summarized with a solemn grin. "Funny."
"You don't even sound amused," Camilla noted. "So different from your fae human form."
"I'm the good guy everyone loves but won't take seriously. I'm too good to be true, versus Xavier, who's a cold-hearted asshole. It feels good to be myself once in a while, especially when you can see this side of our world."
She merely stared at me, and I was sure she was calculating a way to get rid of me too.
"If you're going to kill me, at least give my parents a heads up. My mom actually likes you."
Camilla huffed and walked over to where I was to sit on the side of the bed and look back at Rosadette. She didn't seem any worse. Her breathing had at least slowed to a reasonable pace, and I could tell that her temperature was a bit lower than before.
"I'm not sure if she's going to freak out when she sees our true selves or totally adapt to it like we told her the sky is actually red."
"Technically," I began, and she gave me a look to shut me right up.
Women are indeed scary.
"Will she even want to be associated with us after we've kept this a secret?" Camilla muttered, the guilt in her words tugging at my own worries.
"We're protecting her. Her body hasn't fully adapted to this world and with what's happening outside of the academy, it's only a matter of time before she has no choice but to adapt. She'll understand why we kept it a secret. It's not like she can see these appearances. If she could, we would have told her everything. She knows you were sent to protect her. She must know there's a deeper reason to that."
"Do you think the rose is going to stay in Xavier's possession?" she inquired, brushing off the last topic.
"Not for long." I looked at Rosadette, my heart yearning to be the one chosen by her. "I'm sure with how Xavier's been treating her, it’s already beginning to wilt."
"What if she wants to remain on the light side?"
I chuckled, which was odd for me, but I found it funny. "Xavier's own mother has given up on Xavier. His father only has a pinch of sympathy because he's of darkness and wants Xavier to see past his stubborn tunnel vision. I'm only being patient out of respect for his approaching failure. However, if he pushes Rosadette to the brink again, I won't stop myself from interfering."
"Hmph." Camilla looked my way. "Be lucky you're tolerable."
"You adore me." I gave her a smug grin. "I'm far more tolerable and less cocky than Xavier. Maybe you'll warm up to me in a thousand years."
"Make it five," she muttered and rose up. "Stay with Rosadette. I'm sure Alicia is on her way, but I have a stupid test."
"I love how you're actually taking school seriously." My amusement was obvious, and she glared at me in response.
"Or," I carried on, "you're avoiding getting spanked by that partner of yours."
"Shut up," she huffed, stomping towards the door.
"He told me you like it!" I called out, unable to stop teasing the dark fae.
"I'll shove a fork up your ass next time!" she snapped.
"Please don't." I shivered at the thought. "Chamomile."
She stopped at the door. My sudden shift from joking to seriousness was enough to stall her rampage. "What?"
"From now to exam day, keep a close eye on Rosadette. Also, keep watch of those girls. I don't trust them."
"As you shouldn't." She spoke as though I was speaking the obvious. "It's obvious Ella is going to be trouble. We're lucky Esmeralda is on our side for now."
"It's not Ella I'm worried about," I muttered, but didn't elaborate on it.
I could feel Camilla's eyes on me, but I was focused on Rosadette once more, my obvious worry beginning to make me annoyed.
"I'll keep a close eye," was all she said before she was out the door.
Once the door closed, I let out a sigh.
"If only you were mine first, my Sweet Rose." I looked at her peaceful expression, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. "You'd be treated like the true queen you were always meant to be."
My thumb trailed along her lower lip as I watched her stir just slightly.
"R...ain," she mumbled in her sleep, her lips making one of those cute pouts of hers before she seemed to drift deeper into slumber.
Her lips returned to their slightly open state and I couldn't help but brush my thumb along her bottom lip once again.
"That’s right, my princess. Keep dreaming of only me. Soon you'll be by my side, and then the world will bow down to your golden potential."
A smile formed on my lips as I idolized the woman I'd ensure was mine.
It was only a matter of time. You'll regret losing this sleeping beauty, Prince Xavier.
Deserve The World And Blessed Weapons
~ROSADETTE~
* * *
"I feel so much better!" I said with triumph, standing on my mattress to feel even more empowered after a week in bed. That cold that hit me ended up being a nasty one of fevers, hallucinations, and sleep talk.
I couldn't recall half of it and was shocked that a week had gone by, but I was now alive and fully energized. I began bouncing on the bed, and I noticed a smirking Rain, who was leaning against the door frame of my room.
I paused and stared at him, my face growing red as I absorbed the fact he'd just caught my old ass jumping on the bed like a toddler.
"You can keep going." He winked and walked into the room, closing the door with a flick of his finger that ignited a soft gust of wind. "I'll join if it makes you feel better."
"Aren't you...uh..." I tried to find the words, wishing to hide my face that must have looked like a cherry tomato. "Embarrassed by your girlfriend jumping on the bed?"
He lowered the gold bag he was carrying, and slipping off his indoor slippers, he was on the bed with me. "Well, you did kind of conqueror the cold you had that left you stuck in this bed for a week. I think you're allowed to jump up and down in glee for conquering that annoying sickness."
"You're always accepting of my weirdness."
"It's not weird." He winked and reached for my hands. "Now let's jump for five minutes and then get on with the day."
"Deal!" I giggled and began to jump up and down with Rain.
He'd truly been a blessing this week because he totally skipped classes to take care of me. This week was rough on Camilla's schedule from w
hat Rain had explained and she couldn't skip due to their intense training week. Fae Rose’s training week would be next week, followed by the spring festival, and then we'd begin the final prep weeks before our exams came along.
The fact that Rain had remained with me the entire time had really made my heart swell up in love for him. It was the first time a man truly dedicated himself to love me as I was, which was a blessing.
I'd always expected I'd have to change myself for the sake of others, especially when it came to a man. Their viewpoints were different, and with how independent I tried to be back home, I always assumed when I did find someone of interest, I'd have to change my behavior in many ways.
Love shouldn't result in someone changing who they were to fit the person they desired, but it was a mental game that was hard to win.
Until it didn't matter anymore.
I was trying to ignore it, but it was only a matter of time before I'd have no choice but to come to terms that I was falling hard for Prince Rainer. There was a mysterious part of him that tugged at my being, and his kind heart and motivational character made me feel as though I could accomplish anything I put my mind to.
He was the lover I've always craved, and a partner I'd love to have on the battlefield, especially in comparison to Xavier.
I'd been pushing that man to the back of my mind all week. He was the reason I was ill and he didn't come to visit me even once. I was sure my absence wasn't something he, of all people, could simply ignore, but once again, he proved me wrong.
It just goes to show that I'd be making the right decision of switching partners by the end of the semester. It would be amazing to start year two with Rain by my side and finally getting to enjoy going to school rather then dreading it due to one person.
"What's in the shiny bag?" I asked when we stopped jumping to catch our breaths. Wouldn't thinking jumping up and down the bed could be a workout, but here we were huffing and puffing like we'd done other things.
"Oh." Rain jumped off the bed, landing softly on the floor and reaching for the bag. "It's your get well gift."
My face brightened at his response, and I lowered to the soft bed and shuffled to the edge as Rain sat back down next to me.
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