1st Person Fantasy Romance M/F Dialogue English - American - General
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Whose Children does the royal nursery take care of? I ask as we make our way through the palace once more. On our way to that very nursery. It seems strange to me that these peculiar kids as Glia would put it are right inside the castle in the very heart of the kingdom does clasps his hands right behind his back. The nursery takes care of Children, orphaned by warrior parents. Our way of honoring their final sacrifice, Children of nobility working in the palace and of course, any Children of the royal family including mine y yours. I echo, why had I never considered the possibility that Dez might have Children, a warrior king like him? He'd have no shortage of women. It's possible. Desmond peers over at me. Does that bother you? I shake my head not meeting his gaze. Even as my stomach twists, I can feel his eyes on me. Truth. He says, how would you feel if I told you I had Children? The moment the question leaves his lips, his magic closes around my windpipe. I clutch my throat glaring at him. Some warning would be nice. I rap out my windpipe, constricts not to response. It wants, I feel the magic drag the words out much like my magic drag the answers out of Glia. I would be jealous. I say, God, am I glad we're the only two people walking down this particular hallway. It's embarrassing enough to admit this to Dez without having any additional audience. Why he asks. The magic doesn't let up. I grit my teeth together but it doesn't stop the answer from slipping out because I'm a horrible person. The magic squeezes harder, not truthful enough apparently. But because I try again, I don't want anyone else to share that experience with you. Why he presses. You've got to be kidding me. The magic's a noose around my neck because that's an experience I'd like to share with you. I rushed to say immediately my cheeks flush. The magic eases up but just barely dez his eyes soften. You'd want to have my child. Not anymore. I wheeze. But even now the magic senses, I lie. It squeezes my windpipes choking me. Yes, I his out all at once. The magic releases me and I know several beads have just disappeared without even looking. I don't give a flying ****. I'm seeing red does look so pleased, pleased and aroused. We will be returning to this conversation, Cherub. He promises that's about the moment I pounce on him.