I was still writing down ideas when Angel finally woke around noon. I heard her stirring and I put the quill down, smiling at her. She rubbed her eyes and looked around.

"What time is it?" she asked in a groggy voice.

"A little after noon," I answered and her eyes widened.

"I've been asleep that long?"

"You needed it," I said simply and she nodded, sitting up.

"What are you working on?"

"Well, Dr. Amelia said I'll be able to use a cane by next week and you'll be better by then, too," I said, passing her the parchment. "So, I figured I'd get a start on the plans." She grinned and looked over the list. It wasn't very long. "I'm not very good at this," I added sheepishly.

She kissed my cheek. "That's why you have me."

A servant brought in a small platter for us to eat from until dinner. We went over many thing for the wedding, including the color of her wedding dress.

"Isn't white traditional?" I asked, eating a slice of cheese.

She nodded. "Yes but I would like it to be gold and green."

"It would match your beautiful eyes," I agreed and she kissed my nose. I grinned and made a note about the dress since her fingers were covered with juice from her strawberries. "My suit will be gold then. That way it'll match."

She giggled. Amelia came in to check on us and I turned away while she lifted Angel's gown to make sure everything was still as it should be. I did my normal walk down the hall. It was getting easier, though, and I was ready to be on a cane and then back to normal. I wanted to be able to dance with my bride more than anything else.


Tiberius was constantly at our side. Sometimes I suspected he slept in the hall. I had a feeling it was his way of atoning for what happened to me. I had apologized for blaming it on him.

"Alec wouldn't have let you help anyway," I sighed. "It would have broken the pact we made," I added as we sat at the dinner table.

"I understand your anger," he assured me. "I would have felt the same way." The kids came running in with Christina behind them. "Tell me, what is that young woman's name?" he whispered and I chuckled.

"Her name is Christina. She's the mother of the children."

"She is very beautiful," he murmured, a little pink.

"We'll talk about that later," I said and he nodded.

I was very protective of Christina even though she was five years my senior. Tiberius may be our bodyguard, but there was still a lot he had to prove.

"I got you boys something," I said to them while Sally chatted away with Angel. They looked up eagerly as I got the kite out from underneath the table. I held it up and they stared with open mouths. "It's called a kite. If you hold onto the string while you're running, it should catch in the wind and fly."

"What!" Kevin said.

"Thank you, David," Christina said, smiling as the boys looked at it in wonder.

"Yeah, thanks a lot," the three of them said in unison.

I smiled and put it back under the table. I ate my dinner in relative silence. I was still getting ill occasionally and, as if she could sense it from wherever she was in the castle, Dr. Amelia came in with a tray. It had three small glasses on it. She gave one to me and the other two to Angel.

"Two?" I asked, frowning. "What's the second one for?"

"The pain," she whispered and I nodded, putting my hand on her leg in comfort.

Christina was watching us curiously and I quickly handed the glasses to the doctor. Angel was blushing and I excused the two of us. Angel wheeled me to our room and I put my hand on hers.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

She kissed me on the top of the head and I leaned it against her stomach.

"It's quite all right. I had forgotten to tell you about the pain."

"Will it last long?"

"I don't believe so. It's more soreness than anything else."

"You sound so calm about this."

"We knew something was happening to me," she said as we got into bed and took the wedding plans out again. "I would get pain in my stomach periodically throughout the years. At least now we have an answer."

I held her hand tightly and kissed her. She leaned into it, placing her hand on my chest. I was overcome with the desire to have her body as close to mine as it possibly could. I gripped her hips and dragged her the few remaining inches, trying to be careful and not hurt her. This desire was trying to take over my entire body, though, and our kisses became quicker.

Her hands slid from my chest to my neck, making me shiver a little. I broke away and placed light kisses on her neck, my hands on her stomach as I tried to keep them from wandering. I kissed just below her ear and she gasped, her hand gripping my hair. I groaned and pushed her on her back. I wasn't sure how much longer I could contain myself. As if dragged by an unseen force, my right hand worked its way up her stomach and to her breast.

"David," she breathed, placing her hand over the one currently gripping her breast.

At first I thought she wanted me to stop but she held it firmly in place, her other hand lifting my head to kiss my lips. The kiss was full of passion and desire; desire for more than just innocence. My hand she wasn't gripping slid down to her thighs and she moaned into my lips, setting my body on fire. As my passed over her groin, though, the intake of breat was not one of pleasure and I stopped.

"I'm sorry," I said but she shook her head.

"It's still sore, that's all," she said and I removed my hands reluctantly from her body.

She laid down on her side, facing me. I propped myself up on my arm and brushed hair out of her face, smiling. She returned it and her eyes started to fall.

"The medicine," she said.

"Go to sleep," I whispered.

"I don't want to."

"Why not?"

She moved close to me, burying her face in my chest. I wrapped my arm around her waist, careful to not cause discomfort.

"I want to stay awake with you."

I chuckled and got off my arm so I could wrap it around her back. She yawned.

"We have tomorrow for that," I said.

"You'll be here when I wake up?"

"Forever," I promised and she gave in and fell asleep.

Amelia came in almost immediately after to apply the ointment to my shoulders. She didn't say much, just gave me my tonic with a knowing smirk on her face.

"What's that look for?" I asked irritably. She winked and I had a feeling she had been right outside the door the whole time. I groaned and thrust the glass at her. "Oh, just go to bed, Doctor."

She laughed quietly but nodded, leaving and closing the door behind her.


Tiberius was the one who woke us the next morning. I still had Angel wrapped in my arms and the last thing I wanted to do was get up.

"The doctor is sick," he informed us and I frowned.

"Will she be all right?" Angel asked.

"Just the common cold," he said. "She has tasked me with giving you your medicine, though. She will trust no one else." I nodded and took it, somewhat hesitantly. Tiberius noticed and smiled. "I have not poisoned it, David. I have no reason or desire to."

"Very well."

We drank our medicine and Angel shuddered at the taste of her sedative. Tiberius helped me go further down the hall on the crutches while another servant that worked with Amelia checked on Angel.

"So, about Lady Christina," he muttered, his face as red as his hair.

"She has been through much, Tiberius," I said seriously. "If you do plan to pursue her, know this." I stopped walking and looked him in the eyes. "You hurt her in any way and I will kill you."

"What happened to her husband?"

I sighed and closed my eyes. I told him and his fists were gripped at his sides. I turned to go back to my room.

"Is it wrong of me to say I am glad your father is dead?" he asked bitterly and I chuckled.

"Not at all. There are many of us who agree with you." I got into bed and looked at him. "You have my permission but remember what I said."

Tiberius bowed, still blushing. "I will be outside your door should you need anything."

I nodded and he left, closing the door gently behind him. Angel looked at me curiously.

"He wishes to pursue Christina," I explained and she smiled. "I told him what happened to her husband, though, and warned him that if he hurts her, there will be... consequences."

She smiled gently. "Don't go threatening the only person willing to guard our lives."

I laughed and held her hand.

The End

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