Chapter (27): Throb

Luna needed to think about it. The borders were dangerous and she didn't want her to risk her life.

"Let's talk about it later, give me a week, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth paused, she wasn't sure if she could force her guts to hang on and not to do something.

"Two days, don't bargain with me."

Luna smiled, she had no way other than accepting her wish or she might do it secretly without informing her.

"Deal! You, Stickler. Now, we must go to bed."

She turned, crawling up the bed.

"Yes, you need to be by my side while I am helping uncle, we must make it together."

Elizabeth said, following her sister and putting the blanket on themselves.

"Becoming a merchant! I think it sounds good." Elizabeth whispered and Luna grind. Her sister was capable of this hidden talent, no one could use this against her.

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Miguel came out of the bathroom, the towel was wrapped around his hips. His mind had been busy about what to do with Livia's wish. Since he got married, the princess was panicked. The jealousy had spoiled her thoughts.

He was looking at Lisa who had changed her dress and was in front of the mirror, braiding her hair.

"Did you talk to Ryan about the princess?"

She asked, watching her man through the mirror. She knew Miguel enough to read her expression.

"Excuse me, I wasn't here! What did you say?"

After years, he couldn't deny that Lisa was the most amazing woman he had ever seen. If he could bring time back, he would never escape with Livia.

He strode to his wife, his hands rested on her shoulder and he bent to leave a kiss on her tilted neck. Her scent was as if fresh blossoms of roses were in the backyard.

"Ryan should know about the current issue. He is emotional and might not be able to accept what the court wish. You must convince him."

He couldn't even convince himself then how could he convince his son? Ryan was the reflection of himself in the youth era.

He straightened and gazed at her through the mirror. The agony was readable in her blue eyes. He caressed a strand of her white hair.

"It is hard to tell him about my past. We just ended the sulk and he might become mad again."

Lisa shook her head, "tell him! The truth might be bitter but it is always better than being lost in confusion which can persuade him to the wrong path."

She got to her feet, her hands wrapped over his neck, she smiled sweetly, peering into his blue eyes.

"I am fine, Miguel, I know your heart, I feel your soul and I want you to do what is the best for our family. You know that Livia has an avenging personality like the rest of the Bolington family. Don't let them target the girls, Luna and Elizabeth can't bear them at all. Elizabeth wants to be free and wild and about Luna, we both know that Ryan and she are in love. I will find a cure for her so you focus on renovating the problems."

Miguel couldn't stop his heart from loving such an understanding woman. Since they got married, she knew that what his life would have become after he accepted the Queen's will but she remained by his side even though he asked her to leave and make a life in relief. She followed her heart and he owed her too much.

His head moved down and his lips kissed those sweet pink lips which tasted as if fresh cherries.

She began kissing him, her heart was broken but she was well aware of him never cheating on her. When the princess sent her requirement with the Queen's seal, he straightforward came to her, begging for help desperately but both of them knew that there was only one way to keep their family safe.

Her kisses ran deeper, her right hand caressed his short stubble beard. The throbs under her skin increased and heated.

He picked her up and took his wife to the bed, gently placing her on the bed.

"It doesn't matter what, I would never let you go! Not now that you had become mine so you will be mine forever."

Lisa smiled and welcomed his next hard kisses. She was only thirty-two and Miguel already crossed forty-three, still young and handsome, enough to make courtier Ladies beg to have him. They had a long way yet, they were presumed to protect their family.

Miguel traced her mouth, his strong arms wrapped her. He took off the towel and his hand moved for the poor lace that already melted his heart for the sweet figure underneath.

His lips explored her mouth and traveled for her neck, removing the sleeves, he felt the heat and shiver that escaped from her.

He drew back, gazing at Lisa in bewilderment.

"What is wrong?" He asked, panicking if she was ill or was disputed by him.

Lisa placed her hand on her stomach. She felt her guts twisting and were burning. Miguel found her face getting pale, she pushed him back, grabbing her mouth, Lisa rushed to the bathroom.

Miguel was shocked. Was she poisoned? For a moment many ominous and feral thoughts raided his head, he knew Livia wasn't this cruel but she could become a true monster when she was furious. He saw the other side of her face. He wore his pants and surged behind the bathroom door.

"Darling, are you alright?"

He asked her. For a moment no sound came out and he got more frightened, pushing the door hard, he broke the lock and went inside. Lisa was on the cold floor, unconscious.

He felt the throb of his heart in his head, he didn't understand what was happening and when he found himself, Lisa was in his arms and he was behind a door and Margaret emerged into his view then Luna and Elizabeth rushed down the stairs.

"Uncle, why are you shouting..." Elizabeth didn't continue as she saw Lisa.

"Take her back to the room." Margaret desired and gripped her shawl around her neck.