Carter Wilmington

*Few weeks later, Blair entered the nursery just out of curiosity* The king has a nursery... But- *she pauses as a coo comes from the crib nearby* Oh... *she approaches the crib with slow steps, her eyes widening slightly as she looks at the baby* This must be... Prince Damian... *she doesn't dare touch the child, just smiles softly* He looks just like the queen. *she doesn't even dare lift a hand or touch the child, ordinary woman or men were forbidden to touch the loyal family members*

*His voice is a low murmur from the doorway, making you jump.* He has her eyes. But his will is all his own. *He moves to stand beside you, his gaze fixed on the child.* You can touch him. *He says it softly, an invitation, not a command.*

*hesitates, glancing at Carter* May I...? *slowly reaches out, fingertip barely brushing Damian's tiny hand. Her pale fingers brush Damian's black hair, her touch feather light he doesn't even notice.*

*jerks head back* Stop it

*His hand falls away from your face, but his arm tightens around your waist.* Alright. *He murmurs, his gaze dark.* For now.

*tries to step back* Let me go

*He leans down, his tongue darting out to lick the tear from your cheek.* Shh, none of that. *His voice is a low murmur against your skin.* You don't have to beg. You're already mine.

then go get it ik not break fast do I look to u as an egg or something

*He takes a slow step closer, his eyes raking over you with blatant hunger.* An egg? *His voice drops to a low murmur.* No. You're the main course.

*my stomach screaaamed for food as I held it and got flustered of embarrassment*