Your Majesty, I Want You

Why did you not answer? Enoch asked.

I was not feeling well I could not hear you.

Lying was never Arans specialty. Enoch looked at her amusingly and smiled, staring at her with glittering eyes. He picked up his feet and flopped down on the edge of the bed next to her.

Aran quivered.

I see, Enoch nodded. Im here to make sure youre feeling well, Your Majesty.

He said that yesterday and looked at what occurred thereafter Aran was in disbelief. His words were a lie. Enoch shrugged and turned his head, eyes landing at the book resting on the table.

Were you reading a book?

Aran gave up and nodded. Lying would only anger him.

Hmm dont do that, Your Majesty. Youre sick. Just relax and rest.

He was the cat chasing her, the mouse.

If I knew this would happen, we shouldve played more last night. Now youre stuck in bed all day. Enoch grinned softly, finding her current predicament enjoyable.

He leaned forward, reaching out and touching Arans forehead. His large hands, which was once hot yesterday, was now cold as ice. Aran flinched and suddenly the blanket covering her came off.

Wha! A startled Aran pulled on the covers.

You shouldnt wrap your body with this thick blanket when you have a fever, Enoch said calmly.

Aran let go of the cover. Okay

She did not have the strength to argue with him, so she did as he instructed. Though her nerves were walking on thin ice for fear that at any moment he would ask her of the thing she could not do at this very moment. Aran could not relax nor could she let her guard down.

Being in the same room with him at her current state was uncomfortable. What more when he was at her bed their distance only a few short inches away.

Why do you act like this? You look like you want to run away. Its like Im the bad guy, Enoch frowned.

Im not running away Aran managed to speak her thoughts out loud, but her voice wavered that Enoch mightve noticed that she was lying through her teeth. Cold sweat suddenly broke out not from fever but the fear instilled from the man before her.

Youre sweating. Didnt the maid bring you the medicine?

Yes earlier.

You should drink up another one.

Enoch called for the maid and ordered her to bring a tray of simple dishes and medicine. Not long after, the maid walked in carrying a tray of soup mixed with medicine. Aran stared blankly at the bowl and looked at Enoch.

Eat it, Enoch said.

But she hesitated.

Do you want me to feed you, Your Majesty?

Startled, Aran shook her head and hurriedly picked up the spoon and ate as much as she could.

Have some more.

But she did not want more. Fortunately, she managed to finish the soup and looked at the cleaned medicine bowl proudly.

Is he really not going to do anything today?

Normally, he would seek her body, but today, he seemed controlled. Maybe things would turn out well today.

Aran was relieved. Meanwhile, Enoch pulled the strings on the back of her dress. The strings unraveled and her dress rolled down. A startled Aran struggled and covered her chest as her naked form suddenly came to view.

Enoch ignored her fidgeting as he unrolled the rest of the strings one by one with finesse.

D-dont! I cant do anything today!

As she struggled, Enoch grabbed her two wrists and pressed down on her body. She could not budge even if she wished to.

How pathetic it was to think that he would not do something.

Youll get a fever, Enoch said, stripping her bare in the process.

Aran looked at him with a puzzled look.

Were not doing that. Dont worry.

But his fastened breathing said otherwise.

Aran nodded and covered herself with her arms. She found it shamefully embarrassing that she was n*ked the only one n*ked, but it was better than having their bodies entertained. But however, Enochs gaze was extremely uncomfortable. In particular, his red eyes looked at her erect mounds rising from the chilly cold.

Aran shuddered and covered herself, subconsciously pulling on the covers but Enoch would not let her.

You must be cold, Enoch said.

After a moment of thought, he suddenly lifted her up and placed her on his lap. His warm heat passed through her over his thin shirt. It was still cold, but much better than before.

She leaned her back on his ch*st. She wanted warmth and she sought that warmth, but she dared not move any closer for fear of touching that thing of his. Aran moved her hips to avoid his cr*tch.

If you move like that, itll be hard on me. Or are you thinking of something er*tic, Your Majesty?

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