Tabit had no idea what was happening to her life. For the past two days she had been riding with the royal carriage and each day had been a test for her. Internally, she wanted to gallop ahead of the army and go to Draka as soon as possible, but Eltanin and Tania had been very strict with her. They didn't allow her to go ahead and ensured that she stayed beside their carriage all the time. In the night, when they would camp, Tania would make sure that Tabit camped somewhere close to her.
It was on the second day that Tania was too tired of riding. She retched and Eltanin didn't take a chance to continue with the trip. "I feel my food is going to come out of my gut!" she said and then she poked her face out of the carriage's window and puked.
"Tania!" Eltanin became too worried. He stroked her back and asked the carriage man to stop immediately. "What happened, sweetheart?" he asked, brow furrowed deeply and his face etched with worry.
A servant rushed to them and gave her water to drink. Tania wiped her mouth and drank water greedily. "I don't know. I just felt a little dizzy." She didn't know what happened to her, but she took a deep breath and then leaned against the seat.
Her face was so pale that Eltanin got the shock of his life. "Did you eat well? Or are you having a stomach infection?" he asked as he pulled her in his lap and cradled her. A thousand knots twisted in his stomach as he looked at her with tension straining his muscles.
She nodded. "I did, but I think I am too tired. Can we stop somewhere and take a rest? It could be the constant riding that has made me sick."
"Sure!" Eltanin rasped. He ordered his soldiers to stop at the nearest inn that was there and that was of standard.
By evening they found a modern inn that was newly constructed and as the soldiers once again camped in a clearing in the forest, the royals were taken inside. The owner was totally floored when he received the king and queen of Draka Kingdom. He was surely going to make a huge painting of the king and queen, write the date beneath it of their stay and post it behind his counter. He gave them the best suite there.
"We also have fantastic dining facilities and a winehouse also," he said as he escorted them to the suite. "They are both located on the grounds, a little to the east."
Eltanin nodded roughly at the owner. "Send us food inside the room."
"Yes, Your Highness" the owner replied, scared of the king, berating himself internally for asking the king to come and dine with the commoners.
Before coming up to her room, when they were still outside of the inn, Tania said to Tabit, "Eltanin has reserved a room for you too. You have to stay adjacent to us!"
Tabit was feeling extremely restless. Just a few hours back, she was focused on going to Draka and now? She was checking in an inn just on the outskirts of Draka.
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Fafnir had had five glasses of wine ever since he had come with Orin to the inn. He wanted to drink so much that he would stop thinking about her but the more he drank, his thoughts only drew towards her and at the same time, he was losing control of himself. He was always the man under control, but today…
There were girls who were dancing around them on the beat of the music. As they swayed their curvy hips, and the music picked up, Orin joined them. There was loud cheering in the room that was dimly lit with several private areas for the elites. Fafnir was not interested in any of them. However, after he had had five glasses of the strong fae wine, every girl that he saw looked like Tabit to him. A blurry Tabit. "Calaman's horns!" he rasped as he rubbed his eyes to make sure that there were so many Tabits around him. A silly grin spread on his face and he sighed. This was too good to be true.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the winehouse and some people left. Fafnir wasn't bothered. He had gone there under disguise because he simply wanted to unwind. He slipped outside the winehouse for a quick break, a little quiet and peace… from the wine and from the prospects (Tabits) who were looking up to him. Though his wolf was clamoring inside to reach all his mates, being just as tipsy as he was, Fafnir thought he shouldn't. He controlled himself as well as his wolf. But for how long?
He really wanted to drag one of those Tabits upstairs to the room he had reserved for himself. But it didn't feel right to bust a nut with them. Should he be picky? Why was he being so selective? As he picked up his glass and walked towards the bathroom, he said to himself that he would pick up one of the Tabits and take her up. Once again, he grinned.
Suddenly, the door of the winehouse banged open and a whirlwind swept in. A soldier's eyes landed on him, his long hair wild, his emerald green eyes wide.
"I am sorry," the soldier murmured as she stared at a merchant in front of her who was smelling of mint oil and garlic.
Fafinir swayed a little as he caught the door to stop falling. This soldier was also looking like Tabit. And why was his wolf leaping out calling this soldier his mate?
The next moment, as the soldier got closer, Fafnir couldn't help grabbing his hand and yanked him closer. He gazed in his eyes, snaking a hand around his waist. The soldier gasped. Fafnir's balls tightened painfully as his erection shot north. He was completely flabbergasted and puzzled by his behavior when he looked down upon the soldier. Has his preferences changed? Or was this his another mate? In a slurry voice he said, "You were worth waitin' for."
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