The King Maker's Bride

as before but more comfort and security at the expense of her freedom. She saw less of Adrian as the weeks dragged on, harnessing her energy into the work assigned to her. The

up, few tears trim down her cute face for hours of staring at the screen. She would rather choose to collapse after she hit the submit button than to give up halfway. Few minutes more and she's good to go. Her iPad blinked, indicating an incoming call. Who could it be? She thought to ignore the person and continue with the task at hand. Adrian walked into the living room gracefully, Manhattan will always be his home. The State doesn't offer him the kind of comfort and security his own house gives. His eyes rested on the figure sprawled out on the sofa, he walked closer to take a closer look. It was Emilia, a smile formed in his mouth against his wish. He took the laptop away and removed her glasses, then carried her in a bridal style to their room. Emilia relaxed in his arms, snuggling closer to sleep comfortably. Adrian lay her down on the bed and covered her with a duvet, he made his way to the restroom to have his bath. His body aches all over, running a quick shower. He dried himself with a towel, wore a black singlet and a white short trouser before finding his way to the bed. Sleep evaded him since he left for the business, the habit of sleeping peacefully somewhere else apart from his house was not his forte. He climbed the bed, drew Emilia into his arms, kissed her forehead. Now that's weird, it really is before slipping off to sleep. ****** Emilia wrapped her arm against the solid body beside her, it felt so tangible and real that she didn't want to let go. His cologne suits her nerves, feeling like a strong wall has been built around her, she snuggled closer like a cat until it hit her. Wait, t