Important Update for My Blogs
My sister’s getting ready for her wedding on Saturday. I’m taking off work Thursday and Friday of this week to help her. I may not be on until Sunday, or I may be on rarely during those days.
I’ll be back on as soon as I can. Though I should be on tomorrow and Wednesday after work.
We’re honestly very excited for it to get here so it can be over.
We dread it.
"It’s still a big weight to bear, Belial. My parents practically reformed the Kingdom after what Crowley did to it. Now I’m expected to continue that. With each year that I get closer and closer to gaining the crown, the more I worry that I’ll do something wrong." She paused and looked up at him. "However, if you were by my side, I’m sure that would help. Maybe the truth is that I just can’t carry the title alone."
Billie sighed. “Everyone was hoping I would. Not just you. I think the Council were my biggest supporters. Only because they don’t want Evan to rule. I think he would be good at it. But I know it’s not what he wants. Besides, as Queen or King, you have to work directly with the Council and Evan would hate that.” The Princess giggled, knowing her brother all too well.
She frowned when Belial took on a look of sadden. She wanted to know what he was thinking, but she hated peeking into people’s minds. To her it was a betrayal on privacy. “I don’t really know what it was either about that day I fell for you. It was like any other day, but for some reason I just knew. I knew I had crossed over a line from family into dangerous waters. However, I don’t regret that.”
The hybrid shook her head. “I find that hard to believe.” She leaned into his touch, gently nuzzling his hand. “She was trained to be a torturer before she became Queen. My mother has been strong all her life.” Yet there was a lot she didn’t know of her mom’s past. As the Queen liked to say, some things were better left in the past. She knew that her mom witnessed the death of her parents, but nothing of the attack by Alastair.
Billie couldn’t get enough of his kiss. It was addicting. And the hand going down her back made a chill go up her spine. “Just as I’m sure that you won’t disappoint me.” She chuckled and gently brushed her lips against his. “No, I don’t. I could never abuse my power over you.”
The angel’s eyes widened. Those words both warmed and constricted his heart in his lungs. He’d sat by his whole life, leaving the decisions to the others- especially when it counted. For him to wear a crown, it was an image he couldn’t possibly expect to live up to. “I will always stand by you Princess.” He cupped her cheek, giving her a sad smile. “For whatever it’s worth. But any decision that I could make, would fail in comparison.” He brushed over her cheek, cherishing the smooth, fair skin under his touch. “You’re from a line of leaders. I have no doubt in my mind that you will exceed every expectation.”
Belial chuckled. “I fear what your brother given the chance. The Council has had it coming for a while now. If they didn’t have their uses, I think your parents would have cast them out before Evan was born.” His smile faded, a scowl threatening him at the thought of working so closely to the Council. Since day one they had set out to break his nephew. They were reason for the walls he’d once built so high within himself. They were the reason Evan had been so afraid to trust. The traces were still there, though his “hobby” had helped tremendously.
He noted the change in her expression, a sigh leaving him. “I wish I could regret it. Like I did at first.” A smile tugged at his lips, the angel running a hand through her hair. “Yet it seemed the more I tried to fight it, the more I wanted you.” A low chuckle left him, the angel shaking his head. “I wanted to tell you more than anything. It felt like defeat, no matter what I did. It got to a point where death would have been worth it.” He wet his lips, his gaze shifting down. “I was just so afraid of ruining you.”
The devotion Billie had for her mother was admirable, as well as much deserved. He’d known the Queen before the princess’s birth. And not once, even when there was life growing inside her, despite her mate being returned to her broken and without motivation, she remained just as powerful and determined. “She has always been strong, you’re right about that. But everyone starts somewhere.”
Belial hummed in appreciation, the angel claiming her lips with a hunger far deprived. ‘I know.’ He pulled her close, strong, protective arms holding what he’d wanted for so long. ‘I’d trust you with my life.’ He pulled back, panting slightly as he rested his brow against her own. “You’ve yet to see your potential. Maybe I can help fix that.”
"Oh um…warming by a fire place. It reminds me of home. My mother used to make us homemade hot chocolate. And we would sit for hours and share stories. Well…most of us. My brother tended to find something better to do."
"Sex. Especially when it’s rough. It’s my all time favorite stress relief."
"Sitting in the garden with Lexi. It’s nice to get that time with her. And to see her basking in her beauty and that around her, there’s nothing like it."