Are you going to kiss me or not? [Vaan]

[Captain Dawn Roseburn]

Spring was in the air. Dawn could smell it as the cool island breeze swept through the gardens to tickle her nose with sweet flowers and freshly cut grass. Oh how her wolf longed to run through the hills, to roll in the grass like a pup for a few hours. Instead she was stuck in her human form, still in mild pain after the attack on her life weeks ago. Her leg should have healed by now but the longer it took the more she knew that trap hadn’t been an average bear trap. It had been laced with silver and her body was still fighting its affects. Pursing her lips, she glared down at her limb as if she could will it to heal faster. Maybe she wanted it to heal faster for more than just her wolf’s need to roam around. Vaan was treating her like porcelain doll, barely doing more than brushing his lips against her when they were alone. It was slowly driving her insane.

She had no idea where the King was for a change. If he wanted to see her, he could seek her out for a change. There were plenty of well trained guards positioned around the palace and Vaan could handle himself, he was no pup after all. No, the Captain of the Guards was not needed right then. Slowly, it was becoming clear to her just how much she wasn’t needed very much around the palace. Henry was a grown male with his own problems to deal with; he didn’t need Dawn watching over him like she had when he was a child. Richard wasn’t the pup he had been, constantly following Henry around either. That male knew how to fight and fight very well due to Angel’s training. Vaan’s enemies were still out there, dying to take his place on the throne or steal his wealth, but he was well equipped to handle any threat. It would seem, the cold mothering Captain of the Guards no longer had a place in the palace.

Now, inside her chest beat a need to mate with the King and the more he gently nudged her away, telling her he didn’t wish to injure her farther because of her leg, the more she felt her own desires building up. If she had been any other wolf, she would have sought out a male to do the deed, there were plenty to pick from. However, Dawn was not Adrienne; she was not going to whore around when she couldn’t have her way. Oh no, Dawn was something far more of a force to be reckoned with. As the day began to slip away from her, the Captain began to realize something that made her slap herself in the head. Why was she waiting for Vaan to make the first move? Her mother would have been ashamed to see what sort of state the King had put her in do to his actions. Dawn was a proud lycan she-wolf. A pretty damn good looking one at that. Why did she have to wait for Vaan to make the first move after they both knew they needed each other? It was a little insulting to her sex as well. If she wanted to trap a wolf, she only needed to bait him into a trap.

Rising up from her seat in the garden, Dawn swiftly made her way through the palace. Night had fallen and the lights in the halls had been turned on leaving little trouble for her deep brown eyes from watching where she was going. Stopping at the library, she took a pen and some paper and wrote a short note before slipping it under Vaan’s office door. It was short and left hardly any information for someone to pick up on what she was talking about expect for the King.

Your Highness,
I wish to dine alone with you tonight in your chambers. Please, waste no time in coming to see me. We have things to discuss.
Your faithful Captain,
Dawn Roseburn

With the note delivered, Dawn went back to Vaan’s chambers. It was truly a wonder there weren’t more rumors about they having slept together when she first started guarding him. But then again, she had always made sure to only go into his room during emergencies and normally never without another guard with her. She had never wanted to put Vaan in a situation that might cause a mistress of his to come after him for sleeping around or a potential queen to deny his proposal (if he had ever given one) due to her going into his chambers at her own will. Slipping out of her normal leather pants and corset which had become her normal uniform around the palace, she opted for something more feminine, a beautiful flowing white dress with simple white high heels to match. Did she mention that the dress was slightly transparent?

A knock to the door caused Dawn to walk over and open it to see the chef standing there with a cart of food to deliver. Seeing her in the white dress caused the male to stop and nearly fall over since it was so strange and rare to see the Captain in anything but a corset, not counting the times she attended parties at the King’s back. “The longer you stand there with that silly look on your face, the longer the food gets cold.” Smirking, she nodded for the chef to drop the food off on the table. Once that was done and the male gone, she sat down and sipped from her glass of sweet white wine while waiting for the king.

[Vaan Niall]

Ah Spring, the season of new life. It meant much to Vaan these days, it was a sign of new things to come but also to the change in his life, a massive change he was no longer alone. Behind every king was a greater queen, the power behind the throne. In his case, this was most definitely true, Dawn was his power house, his rock and his heart. She was his everything.

He often wondered how this was possible, how could she love him, Truly he was blessed in every possible way. His wolf howled in agreement, hating any time spend apart from his mate. Today was no different, he drifted between meetings. Not truly focusing on the names and faces of the nobles who begged and argued before him. Court life was becoming a bore, each day blurred into the next with such ease, Vaan lost track of the date and time more often than not.

Baby steps were hardly needed in this new stage of their relationship but some habits died hard. After the loss of his two previous mates, changed the way Vaan approached relationships. He would treat his beloved like the most fragile of china but only to try and keep her safe. However with Dawn, this was not as easy as he would have liked. That woman possessed a warrior’s spirit and soul, she would and could fight off any attack upon his or any member of his families lives. What a gal!

The desire, the flame of passion continued to burn hot, just as bright as the day he first realised the truth and depth of his feelings for his darling captain. She was not Jane, She was not Rebeckah and most certainly not that whore Adrienne. Dawn was simply Dawn, and he would not change her for all the tea in china. She was perfect the way she was. He only wished she would take at least one or two days off a week, to relax by his side.

Sure, he sometimes was slow to react and think the way she wanted him to. Vaan was older than most, he had a lot on his mind these days. His sons were never too far from his thoughts, he thought of Henry often, curious at where his wayward son was. Richard was his shining glory, a father couldn’t be prouder but also just as worried at how hard he worked himself. Maybe it was time to take back some of his duties, reduce the time he spent locked away in his office.

The familiar scent of his mate caressed his nose, she had been passed his door. He turned his head, eyebrow raised curious at why she had not knocked or simply just entered. Moving over to the wooden door, he noticed a slip of paper upon the floor, that had not been there before. She had pushed this under the door on her way past.

Leaning down, he picked up the note. His eyes moved from right to left taking in each word, imprinting them to memory.

Your Highness,
I wish to dine alone with you tonight in your chambers. Please, waste no time in coming to see me. We have things to discuss.
Your faithful Captain,
Dawn Roseburn

So she wanted time alone with him. Excellent! This he would grant his beloved queen without hesitation. Without a second thought, he left his office, the paper slipped through his fingers, floating towards the ground. Heading in the general direction of his no their chambers, ignoring the strange glances of the servants and courtiers he passed by. He reached his destination in no time, years of walking these halls finally paid off.

Wasting no time, he burst into the chambers, pushing the door open with such enough force to make the hinges creak under the pressure. His eyes shining gold, the wolf was present. His Queen was standing ,ere meters away from him, he was taken back at the mere sight of her, dressed in soft colours, it highlighting her feminine beauty. This goddess was otherworldly.

“Is this a goddess I see before me?” He asked no-one in particular, stepping into the room closing the door behind him.

[Captain Dawn Roseburn]

Both Vaan and Dawn needed this moment to themselves. They needed to have a real talk about where this relationship was going before they got hurt. Dawn knew she didn’t want to be Queen. Ruling over people and judging them wasn’t something she desired…even if her wolf drooled at the idea. More than that, they needed a night of just them together as a couple without the silly courting Vaan was trying to pull on her. She had grown up in the country side of the island with a mother who was part of a wild pack of lycans. Dawn didn’t need nor desire courting. She needed her mate to show her some real attention. What was the fun of having the King as your mate when he tried to treat you like a china doll? She was not having any more of that nonsense. Breaking easily was not something she did. It would take more than a roll in bed to hurt the Captain of the Guards.

The doors flying opening caused her to arch an eyebrow. Someone was in a very large hurry to get into the King’s Chambers. It was hard to know who it was with the lack of air flowing in her direction from the door. She was prepared for the worst situation, her muscles tensed to spring out of the chair. However, the sight of her mate caused her body to relax. At least until she saw his glowing eyes staring at her form in his chair which was facing the door. A spike of lust and desire shot down her spine when her own wolf peered out to greet his knowing just how fast he had been going to cause the door hinges to creak in protest. Her nose flared when she took a deep breath in of his scent which only added to her desire.

“If there is a goddess in there, tell her to get out. I want time alone with my mate.” Dawn had no problem throwing around how possessive she was of the king since they both had come clean about their feelings. Of course, she never let herself slip up outside of the chambers. Slowly, a smirk began to rise up over her lips before she licked them very slowly. She could taste the wine still on her lips and the heavy musky scent of her own desire for him. Placing the glass down on the table, she slowly rose out of the chair knowing very well the power her body had in the dress.

“You have far too much clothing on for this dinner date, my lord.” Each word was dripping with pure honey while Dawn finally stopped in front of Vaan. A hand reached up to the top button of his shirt and undid it. Golden eyes of her own stared up at the king, letting him see her wolf looking at him.

[Vaan Niall]

Everything in the last few days had been building up to this. Tension was ever-present in their at times tempestuous relationship, most of it was sexual especially one of them was buried up his neck in paperwork until the early hours of the morning. This was everything, this moment in time was necessary. The draw of the bond, the draw of his mate was something that should be relished in, not fought and resisted. His warrior queen was waiting, waiting to ravished and simply loved to the nth degree, she deserved it. Dawn put up with much, with the behaviour of his sons, his former mistresses and lovers in the years before they had finally admitted their love for one another.

Talking could wait, it would come after. Their relationship had evolved over the years, from a stoic platonic, yet professional relationship shared by other employers and employees, by previous captains and their king to a heady, passionate and loving relationship of a man and his beloved wife. Dawn was his mate, his love, his heart and his queen ever she hated the title and all that came with it. She was his ideal partner in everywhere, she matched him and fought tooth and nail to protect all she cared about, each day his love for her grew with such intensity.

Desire came second, love ruled his head. Dawn was his sense, his reason when his anger and rage ruled supreme. He was her calming rock when life as the queen was too much for his little captain to bare, his arms were always open if she needed to simply be held. He knew better than to treat like a china doll but at times he could not help it, she was his precious one, the one who held his heart and her opinion mattered above all the rest. His focus had been on her, from the movement he burst into his chambers, seeing her tense melt away, caused his heart to relax, his muscles loosened but still the fire in his belly roared on as strongly as before.

“Dawn, you are a goddess who deserved to be worshipped by her king” He addressed, his words reflecting the desire, lust and love spiking violently as he slowly moved towards her. His eyes soon fixed upon her tongue, watching it move seductively as it caressed her raspberry red, plump lips. They met in the middle of the room, his eyes locked with her as a hearty chuckle escaped his lips. He was overdressed for this particular occasion. “Maybe you could assist me, my queen with my problem” He answered, proposing that she helped removed his clothing. The sight of the delicious white delight, wrapped around her glorious form, well it enough for his brother wolf to howl happily at the his mate in a pretty packaging just for them.

The first button released, this was only the beginning of long, long night ahead. Vaan could not wait.