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Ruark pulled away and picked her up. "lets return to your room."
He carried her to her bedroom. "you must be tired." He murmured.
"still, you should rest." He laid her down on her bed once they were in her room.
He smiled. "what reason do i have to go?" He laid down beside her and ran his fingers through her hair gently. "close your eyes."
Ruark gently kissed both of her eyelids. "now you will have good dreams." He whispered in her ear. "sleep." He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her jaw.
She smiled softly a that falling asleep beside him
He watched her sleep, smiling. Ruark ended up falling asleep soon after her.
She woke up while he was still asleep and slipped out trying not to Boyer him
He reached out and grabbed her wrist as she slipped out of the bed. "Anna..." He murmured. Ruark was still asleep though.
He looked surprised and sat back down
He relaxed slightly as she sat back down. He released her wrist slowly.
She checked to see if he was asleepv
He was still sounds asleep.
(Like on his face with a quill pen because she was bored)
(oh ok)Ruark grimaced and opened one eye groggily "what are you doing...?"
He opened both of his eyes "then why us there a quill in your hand?" He inquired.
"I was gonna write to my mother......
He ram a finger over his face and looked at it. Setting ink he chuckled "how would she get the message from my face?"
"Simple. If mail you away. She would love to meet the man that loves me"
"uh huh." He got it of bed and went to the mirror, looking at his face.
He looked like a a hairy old pirate with a giant mole
He starred at her, his expression blank but his eyes mischievous. "well, weren't you having fun." He took a cloth and wiped his face off and slowly advanced towards her. "but, i believe you need to learn not to mess with an assassin." He smirked "especially not one as passionate as me..."
"And what exactly would someone as untrained as you do?"she asked teasing back
"well for one..." He suddenly ounces on her, pinning her to the bed with her arms over her head. "i can do this." He kept her arms there with one have as the other slipped into his shirt and pulled out a non-poisoned dagger. "and this." He grinned, dragging the dagger gently over her clothes, cutting apart her gown from the neckline between her breasts downward.
She let out asoft moan as her body became exposed,"my my, your behaviour usnt one of a gentlemen"
"now who ever said i was one?" He asked kissing get passionately once he finished the question. ~ff~
"We should start being more careful when we so that"she said looking up at him
"you're right... But i don't want to." He nuzzled her neck.
"I'll end up pregnant my love"she reminded him
"I'm fine with that." He chuckled. "or we could always just switch entrances, if you know what i mean." He kissed her neck.
She blushe deeply tilting it,"fine with kids?oh my......" She wasn't sure how to respond to any of that
He kissed along her jaw. "why wouldn't i be? I've been a father since i was twelve."
"But this child would be yours through and through"
"all the better." He chuckled, kissing her softly. "besides, if you were to have my childthen you would truly be mine."
"Oh but im already yours, theres no doubt about it"
"technically, you are the king's wife." He corrected.
She flinched at that,"and your whore"she added,"i didnt chose the king. I chose you"
He frowned "Anna, you know i didn't mean it that way." Ruark murmured. "you are not my whore, you are my love. My heart." He held her chose
She looked away,"our child would be a bastard"she mummered,"I don't believe you want such dishonour "
"Anna, look at me." He took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. "being the father of your child, bastard or not, could never be a dishonor." He told her. "if anything, having the child of your servant whom is also a former assassin would be a great dishonor to you." He pulled away "now, if that's how you feel about having my child..." He got off the bed Anne began getting dressed "i won't touch you again, my queen." He murmured, his eyes locked onto the ground.
"Don't call me that"she sat up wrapping the sheets around herself,"I'm Anna. Your Anna. I love you Ruark no matter what tittle you have. I love you with all my heart and I want to forever be yours"
"but you hate the idea of a bastard child..." He muttered. "and can you honestly say you don't care that i killed men for a living before i came here? With the intention to kill your husband, though he is only so in title, you must care for him in some degree." He looked at her. "you most likely would have fallen for him, eventually, had i not decided to speak to you." He told her. "but..." He sighed and stopped buttoning his halfway done shirt. "i suppose that none of that matters really... Does it?" He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for my behavior..." He apologized.
