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“Ella,” Blake sang as she slept in his arms. “Elllllla.”
“Mmm...” she groaned, shifting further into him.
“I know,” he chuckled. “I know you’re tired, but I want to show you something. Can I?” When she didn’t respond, he repeated but with the enthusiasm as a child on Christmas, “Can I? Can I? Pleaaase?”
“Can it wait till later...?” she muttered groggily.
“Nope,” he said. “Now’s the time.”
“Then you better carry me. I’m not getting up.”
“No problemo,” he joked, slipping his arms under her as he scooped her up, carrying her to the door of his bedroom.
“I was joking!” she whined, squirming in his grip.
“You know better,” he said, chuckling. “I’m always going to do what you say, you know.”
She stopped then. “Yes, I know, Blake....”
It had already been a month since Blake killed Mack and Olivia was murdered by Ella, but Ella seemed as if she was getting better. She let Blake comfort her when she was scared. When she had nightmares, she let him hold her. And ever since that night, he never left her side...
“What’s your surprise...?” Ella wondered, eyes still closed.
“You’ll see,” he said, smiling.
He was walking for a couple minutes until he reached the entryway, and he whispered in Ella’s ear, “Open your eyes.”
She did as he said and looked where he nodded his head. When she saw the brown-haired girl wearing a maid gown, she gasped. “No....”
“Yes...” Blake said happily. “Ivy,” he stated to the girl, grinning evilly, “your punishment for abuse, murder, and everything else is to be a maid for the maids.”
“You’re going to regret this, Prince,” she growled through gritted teeth.
“Ohhh...” he chuckled, “no, I’m not. Because,” he tilted his head to the side innocently, “if you poison any drinks, I’ll know. If you try anything to cause harm to anyone, I’ll also know. And,” he said, “I know that you don’t have magic, only your daughter did... so you can’t block those thoughts from me. And if you hurt anyone or attempt to, your punishment will be much worse, do you hear me?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Yes.”
“Ah—ah,” he smiled. “Yes, ‘Prince.’”
Ivy gritted her teeth, golden eyes blazing with hatred.
“Say it.”
Ella could tell he was enjoying this.
“Yes... Prince,” she growled.
“And now,” he looked down to Ella who he was holding in his arms, “apologize to her.”
Ivy stayed silent.
Blake’s smile only grew darker. “‘I’m sorry, Princess Isabella,’” he prompted, “‘for hurting you all these years, and I’m going to take my punishment for I deserve it.’”
She only glared at Ella, though she knew better than to snap at her like she clearly wanted to.
“Ivy,” Blake’s voice grew stern, “say it.”
Her nostrils flared, knowing that if she didn’t say anything, that her punishment would be horrible. “I’m sorry,” she bared her teeth, “Princess Isabella.”
Ella couldn’t help but feel a smile curve at her lips. Why did she feel satisfied hearing this?
“Continue,” Blake stated.
Ivy licked her lips, clearly trying to buy time. “For hurting you all these years, and I’m going to take my punishment,” she growled, “for I...” she swallowed, “deserve it.”
“Good,” he said. “Guards, take her to her post.” And he turned away, carrying Ella up the stairs. “That felt good, didn’t it?” he asked her.
“It did,” she admitted with a smile.
“Is everything better now? Can I ruin other people’s lives?”
“No, you cannot,” Ella said with a laugh. “But... no... not everything is better....”
He stopped then, looking down at her with his brows pinched together. “What do you mean?”
“You still haven’t married me,” she said with a light shrug.
“Oh, so you want the good ol’ marriage.” He smiled now. “It’s not to early?”
She shook her head. “Not to early.”
“That’s good,” he breathed out a sigh, “because I wanted to ask you....”
Ella tilted her head to the side. “Ask me what?”
“What kind of wedding you wanted.”
“Umm... A wedding?” she let out through a laugh.
“What kind?” Blake wondered. “Fancy? Royal? Poor?”
“‘Poor’?” she echoed, laughing. “What?”
“Yeah... umm... go rent out some... I dunno... backyard... and have a... umm... I donno!”
“What’s your family tradition?” Ella wondered, discarding what he just said.
“Royal?” he said, giving her a, duh look.
“Well I had to ask to make sure, okay?” she giggled. “How about we... combine traditions?”
“Ooh... smart.”
“What do you think?”
“I just said... ‘smart.’”
“Okay,” she snickered.
“So... can we think about this later?” His smile turned soft as he walked back into his bedroom. “I kind of want to hold you for a while.”
“Umm... why?”
“Because...” Blake stated, “you look happy now... And I want it to last... I know you like it when I cuddle with you.”
“Okay,” she said when he gently placed her on the bed, drawing the covers up to her chest. “Yeah, you can.”
He slipped in beside her, pulling her close as he gently kissed her neck and shoulder. ”Everything’s okay now,” he promised. “Everything’s better now... And it will stay that way... forever....”
“Blake...” Ella whispered as his lips moved on her skin.
“Hmm?”
“I’m...” he felt her shutter, “I’m... in the mood now....”
“The mood?” Then he paused. “Ohhhhh....”
“Yes...” she said as if she were embarrassed.
“Okay, then.” And he rolled on top of her, grinning like a devil. “I’ve been waiting for a while.”
She smiled. “I know.”
“‘You know,’” he echoed with a chuckle, fumbling with her robe. “Yeah right.”
“I do...” she whispered, pulling his shirt off. “You’re as hot as a stove.”
He sighed. “You kept me waiting on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Yes...” she admitted with a sly smile. “I wanted to tease you... but I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“You little,” Blake dived his mouth into her neck, suckling.
Ella laughed while his hands skimmed down her bare skin. Then she gasped as he ran his thumb along the scar on her navel, though he kept mouthing her neck. “Does it hurt still?” he whispered though kisses.
“No...” Ella moaned as he continued to rub his thumb on it. Heat started coiling up in her navel, making her whimper.
“Ahh...” he said as he pressed against her, feeling her shiver, “it’s sensitive....”
“Blake...” Ella warned, amused.
“I know, I know,” he joked. “But you knew what you were doing to me for so long...” he whined. “Why can’t I do it to you, huh? That’s so unfair!”
“Nothing’s fair,” she said, laughing.
“Yeah,” he looked in her eyes, grinning evilly. “I’ll show you that.”
Ella’s eyes widened. “Blake....”
His grin deepened and he leaned down to kiss her again, but not where she expected...
“Blake!” Ella cried, though not out of fear, out of surprise. “Blake!”
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