The Royal Contract

"Hey, sleepy head." He whispered into her ears, slightly letting his lips touch the skin on her neck, hoping to tickle her with the warmth of his breathing. "Wake up."

He believed last night had been spectacular. He never wanted the evening to end. He did not expect that he would ever feel this way again.

Camille prepared all his favorites. She had researched everything he liked, even the wine he preferred for his meat.

"I wanted to cook, but they would not even let me behind the counter and touch the knife." His wife grumbled about the kitchen staff, shooing her out of the kitchen.

Then, Camille guided her to an empty chair with a fully decorated and arranged table, even helping him with his table napkin.

"Because you already had enough on your plate." He reasoned as he took the napkin in her hands and ushered her back to her seat.

He could see the effort she put into their dinner with her busy schedule. Now, he understood the stress and fatigue her body had gone through. No wonder she fainted.

Still, he wanted her checked before he could feel at ease about her condition. But that was for later. Now, he just wanted to enjoy the evening with his wife.

"But..." She was about to say something.

"No more buts." Lance placed his index finger on her lips to stop her from saying more. Then, his eyes sought hers, trapping her in his gaze.

"I will be King, and you will be my Queen. And the only thing that would make me happy is if you will be my loving wife and mother of my children."

He could not ask for more from an incredible woman like her. She was already perfect as she was. He only hoped that he could love her the way she deserved.

"I promise that from the day I married you, I will be loyal and love you till my final days." She pushed his fingers off her lips. "And provide you as many heirs as my body will let me."

He learned that Camille also loved to have a big family. She had enjoyed caring for her younger siblings and would love to continue caring for her future children.

He did not doubt that his wife would be a great mother. He could sense in her the motherly figure that he wished he had.

"Anyway, I have something for you." Suddenly, he remembered his gift when they were about to have their dessert.

He could not think of a perfect time to give her something to make her smile. Somehow, he felt he had to reciprocate her efforts.

"Another one, but you already gave me all these wonderful roses." She touched the red petals of the delicate flower on the center of their table.

"I think you will love this one." He excitedly said as he pulled the box from his pocket and presented it to her, pushing it on the table until it was within her reach.

"You don't have to bring me gifts in your every travel." She told him as if reprimanding him for doing something naughty. "You already gave me so much." She added as if she could not take any more from him.

"Don't worry. This one is not that expensive, but I think you will love it." He knew that money was not an issue for him. But Camille never equated the value of the gift with its price tag.

"Still..." He could tell she was about to refuse his present, but he insisted.

"Just open it." He pushed the box in her direction again. "If you don't like it. I will send it back to the shop or donate it somewhere." Although, he doubted if any collector would want to buy or keep it.

"Ok. Fine." She finally agreed, taking the box from his hand and untying the pretty red bow that secured it. "I hope this will be the last one." She informed him, or more like warned him.

"Ok." He swore, raising his hands and putting his palm on his heart. "For now..." He added in a bit of a whisper.

He could not guarantee that he could keep that word for long. Somehow, he felt like he would do anything and everything to make this woman happy, even if it included spending all his money on her whims.

But he seriously doubted she would take advantage of him. On the contrary, the more he knew about her, the more he learned how simple she was.

It was like she could survive with the bare minimal things in this world and would never complain about it. She was the exact opposite of most of the women he knew.

He would admit that she resembled more like Eida, the woman that he wished to forget. But he guessed Eida was the fake one and Camille was the real deal.

But he quickly shrugged off the memories of Eida as it only brought back the pain in his heart. He liked Camille because she was making him forget all about his past.

"Wow! This pendant is beautiful." His wife gasped when she saw the contents of the box.

She hurriedly pulled the metallic chain out of the box and allowed the heavy pendant to dangle underneath her fingertips. Then, she let it settle on her palm to look closer at the design and the encryptions.

"Where did you get this?" She asked, looking enthused and eager to hear his answer.

"Do you like it?" He asked, glad to see the twinkle in her eyes as she stared at the trinket in her hands. "Would you believe I found it in the tiny shop just a few blocks from the office? I was curious so I checked the place and when I found this. I knew I had to buy it for you." He explained as he watched her reaction.

"I love it." Camille glanced at him to show her genuine appreciation for his gift. "I think this necklace would fit perfectly with my collection."

He stood up from his seat and walked over to her side. "Then, why don't you try it on?" He suggested taking the chain from her hand and putting it around her neck.

"I am glad you love it." He said when he had safely secured the old jewelry around her neck. "And by the way, it looked lovely around your neck." He whispered, promising her something more with the tone in his voice.

As he had said, the rest of the night had been perfect. It was one of the nights he would never forget as they solidified their marriage, friendship, and newly blossoming love and respect for each other.

Then, when he opened his eyes earlier, he had never felt more alive in his entire life, like he was looking forward to spending the rest of his life with this woman at his side.

"I don't want to." She sleepily complained as she kept her eyes closed. Then she turned away from him, pulling the blanket over her head.

But, of course, he only found her action adorable as he fought for her attention. After all, he woke up early to prepare her a special treat.

"Ah, ah! You are not going back to sleep." He pulled the colorful linen off her head, dragging it down to reveal her face.

Then, he used the end of hair tendrils to tickle her ears, letting the smooth strands glide across her skin.

"Stop it!" She swapped his hands off her ears. "Lance, I barely had any sleep." She whined as she finally opened her eyes and glared at him when he did not stop.

He guessed he was to blame for that. He was relentless last night, determined to start a family with her. He supposed, for the first time, he craved to have kids with her.

However, her reaction would not deter him from his plans. He woke up with a mission. And he would accomplish that either by hook or by crook.

"I know, but I need you to wake up. You can go back to sleep later." He used his adorable eyes to get her sympathy while letting his dimple appear on one side of his cheek.

Then, he rushed to the table to get his morning surprise. "Come on." He encouraged her to indulge his whim. "I made your favorite breakfast."

He walked back to the bed, carrying the tray in his hands. "I know this will wake and cheer you up." He placed the tray before her and gave her the lone rose from last night.

Of course, he picked the best one from the bunch to present to her. He wanted it to brighten up her day.

"Oh," Camille appeared surprised to see the food before her. "You did all this." Her lips curved into a smile. However, her eyes seemed to have tears pooling on the side.

He could tell she was happy, but maybe she was not expecting the gesture, the breakfast in bed. But that was just the few things he had in mind when he decided to woo his wife and make her fall in love with him.

He believed for this marriage to work, they should put love in the middle of their marriage. He did not want their kids to grow up in a loveless union.

But, of course, he also intended to find a way to fall madly in love with her.

As they said, it takes two to tango.

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