My Husband is a King
Sling Under the Dusk
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Warm, thrilling, also comfortable.
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Step by step, the princess was on the back of Prince Arshlan. Undeniably, he felt quite comfortable putting his head in the niche of the prince's neck.
The prince's heartbeat, the roar of his breath, and every movement, were all heard by Princess Estelle within this close distance.
At that moment, the sun almost slipped from its peak. Orange color color color the sky signifies dusk. The view of the hill on the edge of the Noirland forest is so beautiful plus tiny houses lined with beautiful.
The streets were slightly muddled by the stagnant water, plus some reddish patches on the gravel that came from the bloodshed of the battle earlier. The blood splattered, glistening blackishly as the sun glared from the west.
The guards and ladies and gentlemen watched the two royal officials who were so friendly, it presented a sense of blue raving under his sunken throne.
Prince Arshlan's neck, there's no place for princess Estelle to lean her head right now. Inhaling the smell of his sweat, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat, hugging his warm body temperature, this was the first thing for the princess to be treated so sweetly by a prince.
"Prince Arshlan ...?" call the princess who is in her arms.
"Don't say much" forbid the prince as he continued to walk carrying the princess.
"Prince Arshlan ...?" As if not heeding the prince's ban on silence, princess Estelle called again the prince's name.
"Prince Arshlan, did you not hear me?"
"Hmmm ...? I said shut up!"
The princess pulled her head from the shoulder of Prince Arshlan. "Prince Arshlan!" call the princess a little louder.
"Hmm?" prince Arshlan replied no less harshly.
"Where are you taking me? My car's been passed?" protest the princess.
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Princess Estelle looked back, she saw her guards getting further and further away with her. "You didn't intend to kidnap me, did you?" The princess was suspicious.
Prince Arshlan suddenly crouched on the edge of his parked motorcycle. Princess Estelle spontaneously descended from the prince's back.
However ...
Grep's!
Both of the prince's hands held the waist of Princess Estelle. Then without a shadow of aling-aling, prince Arshlan raised the light body of the princess to sit on the seat of his motorcycle.
"Brah!" estelle's daughter's screams were shocked. "I'm going down!" Princess Estelle almost jumped.
"Shut up! You know, their necks are the stakes."
Hearing the threat from the prince, Princess Estelle was silent. "Basic menacing artisan ..," whispered daughter Estelle shrill almost without a sound.
Smiling obliquely, prince Arshlan always looked happy if princess Estelle became as upset as she is today.
The prince's motorbike was immediately climbed. Princess Estelle corrected her sitting position to make it more comfortable.
"Hand!" tell the prince.
"You're purposely trying to speed up to take advantage of the opportunity in narrowness, right?"
Prince Arshlan undoes his intention to wear a helmet, he looks back then looks at the face of princess Estelle who is pouting.
"I'm not lying! You know, even from Raisilian to Noirland, I can take it in six hours on this bike. Can you imagine how fast I'm riding this bike?" The prince rolled his eyes.
"So now, hug me!"
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No one wants to embrace ya! Hahaha