A few hours later, we finally arrive at the castle. I slept most of the journey. I’m not sure about George. He was awake whenever I was.
“Welcome to your new home,” George whispers in my ear. I look out the window, expecting to see a huge castle but instead I see a house. I turn back to him in confusion.
“We actually don’t live in the castle. My grandfather started the tradition. He thought that it was unsafe for the royal family to stay in the castle, because then, everyone would know where we live. Yeah, there’s a lot of security. But living here just gives us more privacy from the public. I live here with my parents.” He explains. It makes sense and I understand why they do it. You don’t want the public to be snooping on your life 24/7.
The car rolls up to the front door of the house. George takes my hand and helps me out of the car. I look at the house in more detail now. It’s beautiful, the house is built with stone and wood, which is the perfect combination. It’s got a lot of windows and it’s in the perfect location.
“Do you like it?” He asks me with a smile.
I nod quickly, a smile showing up on my face.
“Maybe we’ll have something similar when we get our own place,” I start to blush at his sentence.
He shows me inside and it’s just as amazing on the inside as it is on the outside. Everything is just so stunning. I love it. He shows me the whole house, saving his bedroom for last.
“So, this is our room.” He pushes the door open, and it reveals a HUGE bedroom. It’s not what I expected. I though he would have a dark, boyish room. But it’s almost the complete opposite.
He watches me as I take in my new bedroom. “What do you think? You can do whatever with it if you want!”
I look over at him. He’s laying on the bed, relaxing.
I shake my head no. “I like it the way it is.” I join him on the bed a few moments later, after taking on final spin around the room.
The bed is so big! I literally could roll over 7 times in this bed, and not go over the edge. I wouldn’t doubt that you could fit a small village in this bed!
The blankets and sheets are just as soft as they look. I could lay here all day. Forget life. I’ll just be in bed all day.
My eyes slowly close as I start to relax. I feel a finger poke my cheek. I groan. “What?!”
“I was just wondering something…I want to know more about you. So I was wondering how old you are?”
“I’m 18,” I say while rolling onto my side, and facing him. “What about you?”
“I’m 24. My parents won’t let me take over till I have a Luna, but now I have you. But don’t freak out or anything! We can take this slow. We don’t have to rush into anything.”
I think about what he said and then nod my head once I’ve thought it all over.
“Come on! Are you hungry?” he asks.
“I suppose, I could eat.” Are you kidding me? I can eat anytime. I love food.
He stands up and holds out his hand for me to take. I do and he pulls me off the amazing bed.
Goodbye bed! I’m going to miss you until tonight.
We walk to the kitchen while holding each other’s hand.
“What can I make for you today?” the personal chef asks us when we sit down.
“Some pasta would be amazing, Thomas!” George tells him. We both wait patiently for Thomas to make our food. It’s not too long into the wait, when George pulls out his phone. I don’t mind. It gives me a chance to study him for once.
Light brown hair, beauty marks on his face. Warm chocolate eyes, that I have come to adore. A little bit of scruff from not shaving.
He looks at me, and I quickly look away. He squeezes my hand.
“You’re so damn beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get use to it,” He says, and kisses my cheek. I blush.
“You sure do know how to make a girl blush,” I say to him playfully. He shrugs with a smirk. Shortly after, Thomas is done with our food and we feast on the amazing flavor.
When we finish our meal, we decide to head out to the porch and watch the sun go down.
“So tell me sweetheart, what’s your middle name?” He turns to me.
“It’s Rose,” I tell him.
“Alyssa Rose. You’re my little rose.” He comments with a small smile. “Mines Jefferson.”
“George Jefferson Brook. Well that’s something I could get use too.” I say with a giggle. “And I’m not little!”
“You’re little to me.” He points out. George isn’t just your average build. Being the Prince has some perks physically. He has big muscles, and he’s pretty tall. He’s….perfect.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. You don’t have to point it out!”
“You’re too adorable,” He comments softly.
I cover my blushing cheeks with my hands, and stare at him. I feel the bond growing stronger by the minute. It excites me. “Favorite color?”
He thinks about this before replying. “Red, and you?”
“I think I’m going to have to go with Purple.”
“No wait. I change my answer. Yes, I like red. But what’ve I have discovered is that my favorite color is, the color of your eyes. Grey. You’re eyes are probably one of my favorite things about you so far.”
“Thank you, I like your eyes too. They are so inviting. I can stare at them for days.”
He laughs. And damn. That makes my pants shake. Who knew that a laugh could be so sexy. You learn new things everyday Kids.
“So when you’re not off helping your dad run a kingdom, what do you do?”
“Hang out with friends and I often like to read.”
I smile at his words. Not many men admit to reading. “I love to read. I read a lot too. It’s one of the most enjoyable ways to spend my time.”
“Then I can’t wait to show you the Royal library. You’ll be in heaven. My personal collection has some good ones too.”
“OOO! You’re personal collection? I didn’t realize we were so serious already,” I tell him with a laugh.
“Well of course! You are my mate. What’s mine is yours, including my body.” He winks at me.
We continue talking and learning about each other for a little while longer. Soon we both grow tired and head to our rooms.
“Alright, you’re going to be staying in my room. I’ll be in the room right across the hall. I’m not going to rush you into anything.” He tells me. I remember back to last night, in my old bedroom. He insisted on sleeping on my fold-out couch instead in my bed with me.
He kisses my cheek. “Well goodnight. Sweet dreams, my little Rose.” He turns to walk away from me, but I grab his hand.
“Stay.” I blurt out. He turns around and looks at me.
“What?” He asks.
“I said stay. I want you to stay. At least until I fall asleep,” I say quickly, and he does. I fall asleep in his arms.
The last thing I hear before I fall asleep is, “You’re going to be the death of me, Little Rose.”