The soldiers watched them and the stranger part was that the girl was wearing a Draka uniform of a soldier. So who was this girl from Draka? But she had beautiful features and she looked royal in the way she behaved. And that puzzled them all the more.
Fafnir stopped in his tracks, feeling that something was off. He turned to look at his soldiers and when he saw them staring at his mate, he let out a ferocious growl, warning everyone out there. Immediately, all the soldiers busied themselves for something or the other.
Fafnir didn't let her sit next to any soldier. He narrowed his eyes to anyone who dared to come near her, sending them miles away. The soldiers took two stumps and placed them together under a canopy of trees. Fafnir took her over there and made her sit as he walked to get trenches of food.
Tabit was enjoying it thoroughly. She rubbed her hands together as she watched her man pampering her and being all protective about her. It came as a relief to her that for once in her life, she was not caring about herself and let someone else take care of her. Her gaze went to the carriage from where Tania emerged finally devoid of her blankets. Obviously, Eltanin stepped out after her, whining and complaining that it was not safe for her to walk.
Soldiers were too hassled now that the king and queen were also out in the open. They rushed to bring two more fallen logs for them to sit. Eltanin chose to sit very close to Tania and continued to keep his hawk eyes on her. He was looking for any signs of distress on her face and he was going to attend to them instantly. He was still berating himself for getting Tania along with him to Orion.
The soldiers brought food for their king and queen, but Eltanin took hold of the plate because he wanted to feed Tania with his own hands.
While that was okay with soldiers, the king was taking care of his queen. It was completely normal. But what was absolutely bizarre was that the General was feeding the girl with his hands.
Tania laughed at the two of them. "Why General Fafnir?" she teased them. "I am sure Princess Tabit can eat on her own."
Eltanin added, "Yes. Tabit I hope you are feeling well."
Fafnir clenched his jaw. The king was actually a villain in his love life. In the beginning he had this doubt in his mind that Eltanin wanted him to be with Morava and now he was doing this. "Well you are also feeding your mate?" he almost growled.
"So about the question," he said. "Did we do anything last night? Like did we--?" he drawled off, hoping she understood his question.
"Did we, what?" she asked, color rising on her cheeks, not because of the question, but because she wanted to clench her thighs for a wild sensation was settling there.
Fafnir kissed her earlobe and she gasped. He knew that she was teasing him so he took a bolder approach. "Did we have sex?"
Tabit now flushed till her neck. She pursed her lips because her sex was thrumming with anticipation and she was sure that her panties were soaking with juices.
His nostrils flared up as he smelled her arousal and he couldn't help it when his fangs elongated. "If you don't control yourself, princess, I might--" he lowered his face to the crook of her neck and grazed his fangs on her skin.
She yelped. "We didn't!" she blurted.
Fafnir let out a sigh of relief.
"But that doesn't mean that we didn't do anything," she added the next moment.
Fafnir again tensed. After a long time, he said, "Will you forgive me, princess?"
"No!"