Chapter 186: (186): Prepare Yourself

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In the morning, Luna was nervous about leaving the tower with him, did she really believe that he would let them decide for him, especially in this matter? He could choose every girl he wished, could claim her, and have her.

He dismounted and marched to the tower, the pain on his shoulder was wholly gone and the poison no longer was surging in his blood.

Ascending the stairs, he saw Natasha and Eliot. She grinned at that flourished face until her eyes grasped a stain of blood on his left cuff.

"Did you itch her?"

Wilmore shook his head, "Bryant itched her dog! And I dispatched the assassins she brought with her."

Eliot's eyes drifted on the window and flashed there, when it was about blood, he couldn't help his curiosity.

"You meant that he severed his wrist!"

Wilmore shrugged in coldness, not even a single moment he regretted what they did, unlike that he was filled with joy.

"Well deserved, that bastard was pricking my nerves."

Natasha complimented, "you have clean clothes in her chamber, go change! We must move."

She went to Eliot, seeing Livia in misery was rejoicing her.

The prince went inside the chamber, the maidens were inside the hall.

"Where is she?"

He asked.

"In the bedroom, your grace."

"Fine, Kate! Get out, there is an uproar out there that you might become happy. I avenged your mother's death."

He taunted that he had discovered about Ryan and what Livia had done to them. Yet, he couldn't respect her for bringing shame to her mother while had served Livia and poured blood because of her. 

The maidens hurried out of the chamber, wondering what he directed to, he didn't kill his sister, did he?

Wilmore took a deep breath, he wanted to roll his sleeve but the stain was bigger than that could be hidden. He began to take off his clothes, hopefully, his trousers were clean.

He strode to the bedroom, not knocking on the door, and saw the girl who was tending to wear a mask. He approached her slowly, his hands wrapped over her belly from the back. He glued the girl to his shirtless body.

Luna hesitated, his breath was warm, kissing her neck. She was being shy, but loved it too!

"Your grace, you... A... Are... Here!"

She gasped out the words.

"I am my lovely Luna. This odor can drive me mad, are you trying to seduce me?"

He asked in a teasing accent.

Luna glimmered, even more, she aimed to move and turn back but he squeezed her to himself.

"Don't move, I need you."

She stood still, the uproar and surge of blood in her head and heart did not permit her to move.

"Are you hurt?"

He chuckled on her skin, his lips pecked the bare skin on her shoulder.

"Are you worried about me?"

"I am! Do you have pain?"

"No, I am fine!" He pushed his head up, making her turn gently! He inspected her figure. Something shuddered within him, his body was flaming, his eyes stopped on her lips then traveled on her breasts line.

This dress... it was the one Elizabeth sent to him. That weird creature was a perfect sister-in-law. He should invite her for the marriage ceremony and would thank her personally.

"Your Grace, the wound is gone!"

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She was marveled, she thought it might take a bit longer but, no he was healed within a day.

"Yes, but it might be not weaved inwardly, but the skin had improved." He looked at her again, a mischievous grin formed on his lips, "perhaps a kiss can heal that faster."

She was melting there, since the bringing of that entrance she was certain he wasn't normal.

"Wilmore, you won't break your promise, would you? You won't cross the limits."

He shook his head despite his dismay, "but I ever said that I won't kiss these sweet delicious lips."

Finishing the words, he grabbed her hips and dragged her to himself again, his lips stroked hers, her hands rested on his nude chest. That pinch persuaded him to crave a deeper kiss. He was thirsty for this. For the first time he could sense how pleasant a kiss made of affection could be, sucking her upper lips, he let his tongue taste her, mark it to his memory.

She pulled down her guard and left it all to her heart, to the stifled emotions, fondness. Her hands caressed his hard chest, his body was voluminous as steel, she loved his figure and her hands gently rounded over his neck, a charming pretty heat circulated under her skin and traveled to every sensitive apex of her carves.

He cherished how she drew off the cold space between them, he kissed her for a long while until her breath heated more on his face, when he went on his core, he pulled back not to break his promise, hugging her. He closed his eyes and just held her. Among every nasty and animosity that used to come to him, she was the sweetest, the innocent, the most treasured person to him. 

"Forgive me for harming you."

He repeated that.

"Wilmore, I am happy!"

His eyes grew wide, he didn't anticipate this. Despite everything his family had done to this kin, she opened her heart for him.

"For what?"

He pushed her back. This mattered too much, why was she happy? He wanted to see it in her eyes.

"I could avenge you."

She smirked mischievously, tears were on her cheeks.

"What?"

"Yes, I could melt your icy aura, I avenged that night."

She laughed among the tears that were leaving her eyes.

Wilmore couldn't pass this and kissed her again. Even her cruelty occurred to be craving for him.

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Wilmore put on his new uniform, took the mask from her, and dropped it away.

"You don't need to wear it, I am making you, my wife. Prepare yourself, soon you will see your sister and family."

She flooded to him and hugged him. She didn't know for how long he would treat her nice but she wanted that to continue forever.

Wilmore released her, kissing her forehead, added, "Like what I said, stay loyal and honest to me so I will give you what you wish."

Moving out of the chamber, Natasha puffed in the air, "if I knew that you are going to wear this dress, I would have changed my uniform with battle armor! This guy can eat you whole, you need more protection."

Natasha jested.

Wilmore squeezed Luna's hand and raised an eyebrow with pride, "How are you sure that I didn't? Kid, wrap your wife!"

"What? His wife?"

Luna looked at Natasha blankly instead received a cough. She looked away, itching her nape.

Eliot's arm dropped on her shoulder, exchanging a glance with her, he blinked. Nemo frowned, saying, "disgusting!" He passed by Eliot and yanked him.

"Hey, little one, how dare you insult him?" She ran after him, to kick him.

"You are disturbing, sister!"

Wilmore and Luna laughed, walking after them.

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