T H E I R A M B E R
-HER-
" Arles hurry up." I whine as he chuckles running his fingers on my bare back.
" You have been doing the zipper of my gown from the last ten minutes." I groan as he places another kiss on my back.
" Its because I cant get enough of you." he whispers finally zipping my dress up.
I smile smoothing the soft material of the platinum dress I am wearing. It is a strapless dress with sweetheart neckline.
Arles plants a soft kiss on my shoulder before smiling at me at the mirror.
" Let's go." he whispers.
" Arles." I mutter holding his hand tightly.
" What's wrong baby ?" he asks.
" I'm scared." I whisper.
I dont know why but the thought of meeting King Erik is making Goosebumps appear on my skin after knowing what he has done.
" I'm always here f
