You Would Love It
Every muscle in his body strained. Fafnir clenched his jaw, cursing himself for what he had done to her during the night. "If you can forgive me, I will—" he stopped. He considered what all he could give her.
Tabit turned her head over her shoulders and raised her eyebrow for him to finish his sentence.
He swallowed down his trepidation and said, "If you forgive me princess, I will give you a necklace of the best pearls one can find in the whole of Araniea."
Tabit stifled a laugh. He was so cute that she felt like squeezing him tight and kissing him senseless, but she wanted to delay her pleasure. "And how will you do that? Ask King Eltanin?"
He shook his head. "No, I will get it on my own. I will go to Stourin and fetch it for you. In fact, I have one back at home also and if you like it is yours."
She tapped her chin, loving him more than loving the bribe he offered. "Hmm… I will have to think," she replied.