This time it was Lucille who was the first to wake up. When the first rays of the bright morning sun made their way into the bedroom she opened her eyes and, after she had laid there a moment, squinting at a bright patch of sunlight on the grey wall, realized that the strong pull of sleep wasn't going to return to drag her back under. Her body must've finally adjusted to being fed from again, just in time for their last day on the island.

She had been dreading this day. And when Aleron had told her the night before that they'd be leaving in the morning, her heart had dropped. She wasn't looking forward to her life going back to what normal had become for them.

This vacation had been fun, it had been nice to just let go for a while and not worry about her lessons and having to control her energy. Maybe she should have at least tried to control it while they were having sex, undoubtedly this vacation had set her back in her training, but she had missed the freedom they had before all of this happened. She just wanted to indulge.

Maybe she'd have gotten so bad that Pharzuph will want to push back her training with Eranel. She was dreading going back home for that reason too. Going back meant that it wouldn't be long at all until she had to train with him and she dreaded that even more than she dreaded holding back around Aleron. It was doubtful that Pharzuph would suggest pushing back that training, and she knew that Eranel wouldn't complain about a little extra flow of energy. She found it hard to believe that he would take this training as seriously as he was letting on.

Aleron had done fine during this trip, why couldn't they just give him a little time to recoup from this and use him for her training? He knew her energy better than anyone else, besides Pharzuph—but she wasn't about to agree to that.

She sighed. Even she knew why that wouldn't work. As much as she didn't want to train with Eranel, she knew that if she were to train with Aleron, she'd find it impossible to control her energy. Their time here was enough proof of that.

Aleron's arm was draped over her waist and his bare chest just barely touched her back. She could feel it each time he slowly breathed in. Even to this day it was still so special to her that he was comfortable sleeping next to her. She knew that there was no way he granted that privilege to anyone else.

Along with that happiness, having his hot body so close to hers awakened the lust inside of her. The exact lust that sent all of her better judgement out the door. They had just a short while now before they'd have to go back to avoiding sex and really anything that would turn either of them on, so she figured she might as well get one more thing out of her system before they had to go back to that.

Carefully, she rolled over in his arms. When she moved, he roused, but just enough to tighten his hold on her and pull her in against his body. She had to stifle back a soft laugh. It was cute how he did that, even when he was asleep. And of course she loved the feeling of his firm body against hers. His skin was hot and smooth, all the way down to his member that was also rock hard at the moment.

Apparently incubi weren't immune to morning erections either.

"Aleron." She said delicately before she placed a kiss on his collarbone.

He shifted slightly, but didn't wake up.

"Aleron." She said louder, pushing her body against his and kissing his neck this time. She placed a hand on his neck and ran her hand down to his chest.

Breathing in deeply, he opened his eyes. At first anger flashed in his eyes, but when his gaze landed on her they softened.

"Lucille." He said, taking in another deep breath.

"Good morning." She said softly, smiling. For some reason she was shy about moving things where she wanted them to go.

"Good morning. What did you need?" He asked.

"Your attention." She grinned.

He laughed.

"Is that so?"

"Yes." She said, looping her leg over his waist. She pressed forward, urging him to roll onto his back. When he did, she rolled with him, moving to straddle his waist. His erection was pressed under her, right up against her warm heat. As badly as she wanted him inside her right then, she had another fantasy she wanted to live out first.

She wasn't too worried. Given his stamina she was certain that she'd have him buried deep inside of her at least one last time before they left.

"Since we're going home today and will have to go back to mostly keeping our hands off each other until further notice, I was hoping that maybe I could try something I've wanted to try for a long time…" She said, trailing a finger down the dip in between his abs.

Looking up from his abs and to his eyes, she saw a knowing look on his face. He knew exactly what she wanted, there was no way he forgot it.

"And what would that be?" He asked coolly, staring up at her.

He looked intrigued, but she wasn't so confident that he was going to say yes. If they had limited time to be together, she imagined that he wouldn't want to waste time with something that wasn't going to do much for him in terms of enjoying her energy.

She tried to bolster her confidence though. Maybe if she said it in a sexy, dirty way he'd be more likely to say yes. He always enjoyed it whenever her raunchy side came out.

"Well, I still really want to try sucking your cock." Her finger made it to the line of hair leading down to his erection. The tip of his cock was pressed against his stomach, and briefly she wondered if the way she sat on it hurt. She assumed he'd move her if it did.

"I know it doesn't do much for you," She continued when a second passed and he still hadn't said anything. "But I just wanna try. It would turn me on so much, so we could always stop part way through and just have normal sex… Even if you do finish in my mouth I'd still want you to fuck me afterwards anyways..."

She looked at him, begging silently for him to let her. The idea did turn her on, a lot. He was always focusing on her pleasure, and while he did get a lot of pleasure from it himself, she really liked the idea of it being her pleasuring him. She wanted to feel him get hard in her mouth, to hear him moan and know that it was all her doing that to him while he laid back and let her do it.

The corner of Aleron's mouth turned up in a small grin.

"You're right, it doesn't do much for me. But, if trying this is really going to turn you on so much, I suppose we can do it. I find it hard to say no when you're begging so sweetly for something so dirty."

She mirrored his small grin. Even if that made her feel better, now a new nervous energy was buzzing through her. She had fantasized about this so much before, about how she'd do it, how she would go about it when she finally had the chance, but now she found it a bit daunting.

Just do it, go for it. He never hesitates to do what he wants. She told herself.

He was watching her, waiting for her to make her move. This vacation had been good for him too. He was relaxed, patient. You'd think they had all the time left in the world on this island just by how calm he was. He probably wasn't eager to pack up and leave either, though. If they had been at home he would have been urging her to go faster, get on with it.

Still, there was no point in just sitting there and gawking at him. So, with her eyes locked onto his, hand on his chest to brace herself, she started slow. She leaned down and placed a kiss on his collarbone, sucking lightly at his skin, just as he would've done if he was seducing her. Then she moved down, kissing down the middle of his chest.

She slid down his body, shivering as the ridge of his erection slid across her lower lips, then her stomach. He spread his legs, letting her come to rest in between them as she moved down lower. As she continued, she relaxed and got more into it. When she got to his belly button, she tried something he had once done to her that had her toes curling. She swirled her tongue around it briefly before she moved lower.

Where her lips went, her hands were just a few inches ahead of them. She pulled away just below his belly button, right before where his erection lay on his stomach, hard and ready for her. She stroked her palms over his lower stomach, just to give herself a second before she took his erection in her hand.

She swallowed.

Looking back up at him, she was relieved to see a pleased smile on his face. It was just the push of confidence she needed to lower her head and run her tongue over the tip of him. Aleron sucked in a breath and shifted under her. It was restrained, as if he didn't want to let go and be at her mercy like that. A small grin spread across her lips. Now she was determined to get him to moan and writhe around under her like he was always making her do.

Opening her mouth, she took his head in between her lips, right into the wet heat of her mouth. It felt a lot different from the dream she'd had that made her want to do this in the first place. He's a lot bigger in real life, so she had to open her mouth a lot wider to fit him. It also didn't feel pleasurable like it had in the dream, but the low groan that came from him was well worth it already.

She lowered herself more on him, taking him in until he hit the back of her tongue and she gagged. Okay, so this wasn't going to be anything like her dream, but she was going to make it worth it. When she started sucking he shifted his hips again, and when she started to move her head up and down, his hand came to her head, just as it had in the dream.

He threaded his fingers through her hair and she expected him to push down on her head, but he didn't. He simply moved his hand with the bobbing motion of her head, his fingernails lightly scraping her scalp any time she did anything he liked, like running her tongue along the underside of his cock, or swallowing when she got him as deep as she could. That move got a loud groan from him and a buck of his hips.

A small part of her wished he would push her down on him, take charge of it a bit. Just the thought of it alone had that knot tightening in the pit of her stomach.

As she was sucking and licking, and getting increasingly turned on, an idea crossed her mind. He was keeping his influence at bay, though now she was more aware of it, just as she was with her own energy. She could feel it emanating off him, barely licking her skin and giving her a taste of it. If the tables had been turned and he was pleasuring her, he would have let it take over her, filling her and turning her delirious with need. He had complete and total control over it, so he could let it come and go as he pleased.

Had her training not consisted mostly of withdrawing her energy and extending it onto someone else? Wasn't that exactly what she was working towards? It probably wasn't the smartest thing to try, purposely pushing her energy onto him, but it was their last day there. The last time he would get to be fully exposed to it for a while.

Taking a deep breath in through her nose, she reached out for her energy. It was alive inside of her, buzzing around with the excitement and nervousness. It was eager to break free and soothe Aleron's hunger. It was never this wild when it was time to train in the relaxed setting of Pharzuph's sitting room. It was almost as if her energy was meant to come alive when she was turned on.

When she let her energy flow from her, she moved it through the hand that was wrapped around the base of his erection and she tried to bring it up through her mouth. That made for an odd sensation, but when he jerked under her then relaxed significantly, she knew it had worked.

"Fuck." He uttered sharply, sucking in a deep breath. "Lucille, damnit."

His grip on her hair tightened painfully so. She tried to grin, but it was difficult to do when her lips were wrapped around him and he was filling her mouth. Then he pushed down on her head slightly, moving his hips up at the same time, forcing himself further into her mouth. Her heart lurched and she gagged, but even then that had her hips tingling with arousal. This was exactly what she wanted him to do.

He was letting go, becoming so desperate for the pleasure she was giving him that he was significantly less worried about everything else around them. And that was unbelievably sexy.

She took another deep breath through her nose, willing her throat to relax as she bobbed her head up and down on him with the help of his hand. Every time his hips moved up to meet with her motions, he hit the back of her throat.

Lucille urged more of her energy out of her, this time letting it flow from the other hand resting on his thigh, among all the other places she could control it. Another low groan came out of his mouth.

"I'm not going to last much longer if you keep that up, Lucille." He said quickly, adjusting his grip on her hair.

She looked up at him and her gaze met his. She pulled up slowly, running her tongue along the underside of him until she got to his head, laving her tongue over the tip once before sucking even harder on it. The entire time she was relaxed, and she could feel her energy burning through her, moving out of her hands, her mouth. The mixture of her skin tingling from their combined energies and the lewd sounds coming from his mouth was erotic.

Aleron couldn't seem to keep still under her, either. With every movement of her tongue on his cock, he shifted under her, twitching. When she sucked harder on him, his hips involuntarily rocked upwards. His chest was heaving up and down, his grip tight on her hair.

She gave him one final suck on his head before she moved back down on him, taking him in until he hit the back of her throat. This time she didn't gag, though she did feel her throat threaten it. Taking advantage of that, she swallowed around the head of his cock and his body tensed under hers and he swore loudly.

"Lucille." He gasped, pulling her head up and pulling her mouth off of his cock. Just seconds after he pulled her mouth off, his cock erupted, ropes of his thick white cum spurting out of it.

She watched in awe, the sight before her so unbelievably hot to her. Most of his cum landed on his stomach, but with the way she was holding him, some of it hit her chin and her chest. But she was too enraptured with watching him ride through his climax, releasing his load all over himself, to worry about wiping it away from her chin. Normally he was always inside of her when this happened, and she wouldn't have minded if he had finished inside of her mouth either, but since he wasn't, she watched with fascination.

When he was finally done, lying there staring at her with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, she finally broke free from the trance of watching him. She wasn't sure what came over her but, looking directly into his eyes, she wiped away the cum on her chin with one finger and proceeded to slide the finger into her mouth, sucking away the sweet, musky liquid.

"Do I taste good, Lucille?" He asked in that low, seductive voice, a sly grin spread across his mouth.

She was so turned on she was feeding right into it.

"You do." She nodded, pulling her finger out of her mouth and grinning.

Slowly, she reached down and swiped her finger over the white liquid on his lower stomach, right next to where his now soft cock lay. He let go of her hair, running his hand down her back, watching intently as she brought her finger up to her mouth again to lick away more of his seed.

There was a throbbing ache in between her legs, and she was so wet she could feel it any time she moved. Where her thighs touched, they slid together smoothly. She was so turned on by what she had just done, and how she was being so dirty, that she desperately hoped this would work to get him going again. Not that turning him on and getting him ready for sex was a difficult feat anyways.

"I'll admit that you surpassed my expectations, Lucille. But I also hadn't expected you to pull your energy out of your sleeve like that." His hand ran down her arm and he let go of her, swiping his own finger through the ropes of white on his stomach. "Look at what you did to me," He brought it up to her face. "You know you're the only one that could get me to spill my seed all over myself like that, right? The only one I'd allow to do that."

She nodded, staring at the white liquid coating his finger. When he moved it towards her mouth, she parted her lips eagerly, taking his finger into his mouth and obediently sucking it clean.

"Are you feeling up to being fucked right now?" He asked, pulling his finger out of her mouth with a pop.

She glanced down and saw that he was already getting hard again.

"Of course I am, Aleron. I am more than up for it." She moved once more, climbing back onto him so she was straddling his hips again, resting herself against his growing erection.

"Oh no, you've been in control enough today. It's my turn." He said playfully, wrapping one arm around her waist and flipping her onto her back. She squealed, laughing the entire time, grabbing for his shoulders to stabilize herself.

He descended over her, his mouth attaching to her neck. His hand held onto her thigh as he sucked away at her neck. With his other hand, he reached down in between them and within seconds he was filling her. And she took him readily, reveling in the feeling of his length stroking over her sensitive walls. Where their stomachs met, the skin slid together smoothly, his cum acting as a lubricant.

"Oh fuck yes, Aleron!" She cried out.

Her nails dug into his skin as he pounded into her and he sucked on her neck. He knew her body so well that he had found that perfect spot on her neck right away, the one that made chills run down her spine and her toes curl every single time he bit or sucked at it. He also knew exactly what angle to position himself at so that the head of his cock hit that spot deep inside her, the one that drove her wild.

Normally he wouldn't hit that spot though, normally he'd build her up more, prolong things so she could enjoy the sex for longer. But right then he wasn't playing around, he was going to bring her to her climax fast, and she was thankful for it. Sucking him off was more than enough to get her turned on, she didn't want to play around, she didn't want sweet, romantic passionate sex.

She was desperate for her release, she wanted it right then and there. It was all she could think about now that she had brought him to his.

Each thrust of his hips pushed a sound out of her. Some of them were small gasps as she tried to catch her breath, and when she caught it the sounds were louder moans and whimpers. She rolled her hips up to meet with each of his thrusts, moving perfectly with his motions.

He trailed his lips down to her collarbone then he pulled away, gazing down at her with passion burning like a wildfire in his eyes.

"I want to see your eyes, Lucille. Look at me." He said.

Obediently, she opened her eyes for him, staring into his silver eyes. She found it hard to keep her eyes open against the pleasure, it made her feel like she had to clench them shut and give into it.

"Keep them open, keep looking at me."

"I-I don't know if I can."

"You can, I know you can. You're going to cum for me, and you're going to keep your eyes open the entire time."

Slowing his pace he leaned back, forcing her to let go of his shoulders. He took her legs, pulling her calves up onto his shoulders, bringing her legs closer together. This intensified the sensation she felt every single time he filled her. It only took a few more thrusts for her to hit her climax.

Back arching up off the bed, she all but screamed his name. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them open, just as he had asked, staring desperately into his eyes as her climax washed over her. At the very least, it awarded her the privilege of getting to see him as his face contorted at his own release working its way through his body. He himself just barely managed to keep his own eyes open.

Coming down from her orgasm sent a tremble through her body and she relaxed into the mattress. She took in deep, slow breaths and focused on just how lax and loose her muscles felt. Now that her mind was clear and she wasn't stuck in that lustful frenzy, she could focus on every little thing she was experiencing, like the little trickle of sweat running down the back of one of her thighs, or the feeling of his fingers digging into her calves still.

The heat filling her had her impressed with how easily he could bounce back. How did he cum all over her and himself, only to fill her with his seed what had to be no less than twenty minutes later? Aleron's stamina was impressive, and provided a lot of fun for her of course. She stared up at the man over her.

Never before had she taken the time to really admire the way her pale legs contrasted with his charcoal skin as they rested over his firm muscles. They were so lithe and feminine too, compared to the way every single one of his features was a raw depiction of masculinity and strength. How had she snagged a man that was so attractive, let alone one that, by nature, wasn't supposed to fall in love and hold attachments?

"What's on your mind, Lucille?" He asked, his voice also reflecting how calm he was. He let her legs slide down and come to rest on the bed on either side of him.

"I'm just thinking about how much I love you." She said quietly, smiling.

Saying that outloud always made her feel so vulnerable, even if it was true and he knew it already.

The smile he returned to her warmed her heart, and his response warmed her even more.

"I love you too, Lucille."

He was getting better at loving her, and showing it. Leaning down, he placed a brief, gentle kiss on her swollen lips. His hand stroked over the sticky, wet mess on her lower stomach.

"You need to take a bath." He commented.
"You do too." She said, reaching up to his stomach and trailing a finger over where their fluids had been smeared together. She was a little bit surprised that he didn't suggest they have sex again, but he was awfully subdued, so she figured that maybe all of the energy she expended on him had been enough to satisfy him fully.

"I'll be fine, I have a lot to do before we can leave. Why don't you go take a hot bath and relax while I worry about all the details, and I'll make you some breakfast so you'll be ready to be transported once it's time to go."

She frowned. That wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"Why can't we just stay a little bit longer, I am really enjoying this place."

"I am too, but unfortunately we are out of time. I think you know why we can't stay longer."

Yeah, she did, and the thought of it made her stomach churn.

"I do." She sighed.

"I am sorry, Lucille."

"It's okay, I know it has to happen."

There was a brief span of silence between them. He climbed out from in between her legs and she sat up. She looked back at him as she got up off the bed, and he watched her walk away into the bathroom, a slight stagger to her walk because of how sore she was from him.


Lucille came down the stairs wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping water all over the steps as she went. There was something sizzling on the stove and the strong smell of breakfast met her nose. Aleron was at the stove and a cloud of steam was rising up in front of him.

She made it to the chairs at the counter before took notice of her. She knew he could hear her walking up, but he didn't turn to look at her until she was sliding out one of the chairs and climbing up onto it.

"How are you feeling after your bath?" He asked, looking back down at the food he was making.

"I feel fresh. But I still don't want to go home."

"I know, I know. I don't want to go back either for a number of reasons, but it's a necessary evil. Once your training is done I promise we will take another vacation, one much longer than this one."

"I'm going to hold you to that promise."

"Oh I know you will." He turned his head, grinning at her.

She watched him turn back to the food on the stove. It looked as though he had an omelette going in one pan, and potato cubes going in another. The smell of all the food cooking was strong and slightly overwhelming, but it made her stomach grumble.

Aleron was mostly clothed, wearing loose black silky pants and an equally loose silk tank top with the sides cut out. His hair was clean and styled casually, no longer disheveled from their lovemaking. It was as if he had taken a full shower and styled his hair in the past twenty minutes, even though she was sure he hadn't. She wondered what he did to get so clean so fast.

One of the glass doors rattled in the wind, bringing her gaze out towards the porch. She saw one of the porch chairs, sitting kitty corner to the railing, and the strong memory from the other night returned to her. Goosebumps rose over her arms and legs. It was silly to be afraid of a chair, but not knowing what moved it made her skin crawl.

"So the other night…" Lucille said, getting ever so slightly nervous at the idea of asking him about this.

Aleron turned to look at her, pulling one of the pans off of the stove. He slid the omelette off onto a plate he had sitting nearby on the counter.

"Yes?" He asked, moving back to the other pan.

"I saw something kind of weird when you were sleeping. It sort of freaked me out a little bit, so I guess I just thought I'd ask you about it."

"Okay, what weird thing did you see the other night?" The potatoes in the pan sizzled when he flipped them.

"It's nothing too wild, but I was looking out the window at night and I saw one of the porch chairs sliding across the porch, a few feet at a time, until it fell off the porch. It was dark, but it was bright enough from the moonlight for me to see that there definitely wasn't anything pushing it. It was just moving on its own and it made my skin crawl." She tapped her fingers on the island countertop. "That sounds really dumb and not that big of of a deal now that I put it into words, but still. It made me think about how you said this world is different and can be dangerous so maybe that's why I got paranoid."

"No, that's not dumb. You do have a good reason to feel afraid, it's your instincts telling you something is off. I didn't want to tell you about this while we were here, because I didn't want you to be fearful the entire time, I wanted you to enjoy this vacation—"

"And I did." She interjected quietly, with a smile.

"I am glad. I suppose that since we are going to be leaving in the next few hours it won't hurt to tell you about what makes this realm so different and what can make it dangerous. It will also explain why the chair had been moving the other night."

"It's not going to freak me out more, is it?"

Aleron thought for a moment.

"No, I don't think so. Because if you recall, I did say that this island was relatively safe compared to the other parts of this realm. I know it may seem like this realm is just this little island surrounded by an endless ocean, but it is much like your world. There are continents, other islands, an entire world here. This is just a secluded little island, tucked away from some of the evils that can be found here.

"However, it is a part of this realm, it is still subject to the laws of this realm. While your realm does frequently see demonic, and otherworldly visitors, it isn't a place demons and spirits normally choose to inhabit. It is primarily a human realm, save for some outliers and visitors. The spirits that inhabit your world and cannot leave are those of humans who have passed away."

"So ghosts are real?" She asked, slightly derailing the subject.

Aleron smiled.

"Yes, yes they are. You'd be surprised at just how much is real. This realm is an inherently demonic realm and, despite how beautiful and nice it might seem here, other parts of this world are dark, and its inhabitants are malevolent. Well, demons aren't usually benevolent, it's not part of our nature." He looked sideways at her, looking for her reaction. She was listening intently, it wasn't the first time she had been told demons are bad. "I've done a lot to shelter you from the evil of my kind, even the darkness that can be found within me. But I digress. This realm is filled with evil, quite literally. Spirits live in everything around us that is natural to this world. The trees are alive, each boulder and rock you see are alive, there are even spirits in the chairs you see sitting out on that porch, and sometimes they do decide to move about when they gather the power to do so, which explains why you caught that chair moving. And because this is a demonic realm, the spirits are not the benevolent ones."

Lucille shivered. She had goosebumps on her arms and legs, and this time it wasn't because she was cold.

"Okay, that is sort of scary. Why did we come here if there are evil spirits in everything? It's beautiful here, but that seems dangerous, even if you are here with me."

"Like I said, this island is secluded and relatively safe. The spirits here are weak and generally calm— I imagine living in paradise has something to do with it." He looked back at her with a grin. "But on a serious note, with the spirits living here, the sun saps their energy and it leaves them with little power. It's not perpetually dark and chaotic like the rest of this world, demons that are alive don't dwell here, unlike in other parts of the world where they do, and the spirits can feed off of them and gain power. But at night the spirits here are able to get strong enough to move things, and in the forest some may roam around freely."

"So is that why you were so eager to get out of there and back to the house when we were out there and the sun was setting?"

"It was. I wasn't all too worried, the spirits should leave us alone as they will know that I am far more powerful than them, but I still felt it would be best if we didn't linger too long out there in the dark. They may stay away and not bother us, but it wouldn't stop them from hanging around at a distance, watching us. I know you're brave, but I still worried it would scare you to see demonic spirits lurking in the shadows."

"It probably would have, just a little bit." She admitted.

Aleron pulled that pan off the stove and poured the steaming potatoes onto the plate next to the omelette. He picked it up and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a fork for her. He walked over to her, placing the plate in front of her and handing the fork over to her.

"They can look very gruesome and grotesque. Other demons don't have to be attractive and alluring to survive." He said, grinning, resting his arms on the counter to come face to face with Lucille.

"It's a tough life, being an incubus, huh?" She asked as she spiked potatoes on the fork.

"Oh, you wouldn't know. It makes it a little easier that I am just naturally better looking than all the other incubi."

Lucille laughed.

"Well, I can't argue with that."

"I'd sure hope not." He pushed himself up off the counter. "I have some servants to order around before we can go home, so go ahead and enjoy your breakfast while I do that."

"Are you sure I'm safe to sit here alone eating my breakfast?"

He gave a her a look. But she knew he was amused.

"I'll be right outside on the porch, right where you can see me and I can see you. I think you'll be just fine." He pointed towards the glass doors.

"You'll be in between me and those evil deck chairs, so I think that makes me feel better." She said, nodding.

"I'm glad." Aleron said, laughing and walking towards the doors.

"Thank you for making such a delicious breakfast for me, Aleron." She said before he had a chance to step outside.

"Of course, Lucille."


Aleron stepped back into the house, leaving the door open so the servants could go upstairs to gather up all of their things. Lucille had been sitting on the chair, watching him talk to them as they came up, seemingly out of the forest. She wondered briefly if they lived here, or if he had brought them here from their home realm.

She had finished her breakfast and had gotten up to change into clothes long before he was done talking with the servants, and it was a little boring sitting there watching him. By the way he was laughing so casually, it was apparent that he wasn't just giving orders. It was times like that that she really missed having a cell phone, so she could have at least sat and entertained herself while he was exchanging with the servants. But overall she didn't miss the burden of having a cell phone and an addiction to social media.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked her.

"As ready as I can be."

"I know. Unfortunately that is going to have to be good enough. Come here."

She got up off the stool, walking the few feet over to him.

"Last night I was under the impression that we would be leaving later in the day, rather than first thing in the morning." She wrapped her arms around his waist, as she always did any time he was going to be transporting them somewhere.

"I am sorry I had you under that impression. There is some business I have to attend to at home so we do need to head back sooner, rather than later today."

"What kind of business?" She asked.

"You don't have to worry about that." He said, tightening his hold on her.

She pouted up at him, and that was the last thing she got to do before she felt herself slipping away from her body.