Dragonborn Boyfriend: Sanguis Rex (special preview)

I had not been in Lord Sanguis’ presence since I had been a little girl. I mean, aside from my duties, but I was usually surrounded by my group and other people. This would be my first time alone with him since I was brought to the mountains.

I stood before his doors and gently rapped my knuckles on the frame. The doors open on their own and I gasped in fear.

“Come in,” his languishing voice called from the depths of his room. “Please. Come in.”

I step inside and the doors close. I start to tremble as I walk into the dark room only lit by his fireplace. I see Sanguis laying in his bed and I stop at the foot. 

“You called me, Lord Sanguis?” I ask.

He moans softly. “I am cursed to not sleep,” he sighs. “I thought, perhaps, your harp would lull me into a deep slumber. If not, I’m afraid I am going to lose my mind.”

I pull up a stool and sit down, I start strumming my harp. I watch Sangus in the shadows, his body is lovely so I make myself look away. He’s strong of form but as the elegant figure of a dancer. 

Sanguis sighs in frustration and sits up in bed. “Have you ever been so cursed?”

“Am I allowed to speak?” I ask timidly.

“Freely, of course,” Sanguis rests his cheek on his shoulder. “I was hoping for conversation if I couldn’t rest.”

“I share quarters with a bunch of girls,” I reply. “Some of us cry often, others talk a lot. The girl I share my bed with kicks in her sleep and tosses and turns violently. I know what it is like to not find sleep when you want it most.”

Sanguis chuckles. “Do you still cry gemstones?”

I hesitate for a moment, never thinking Sanguis would remember me. “I...I do.” I swallow back the lump in my throat and force my fingers to continue playing. “I used to get picked on and made to cry so the girls could make jewelry. Lady Arynhylde put a stop to that. She collected all the gems I ever cried.”

“I have them all too,” he purrs in the shadows.

I miss a note as my heart skips a beat. “Why would you keep such things?”

Sanguis chuckles and rises from the bed. His robe is sheer and hangs open. He looks luxurious and sensual as he walks into the glow of the fire. His long tail drags behind him and as he stops by the fireplace it curls around my ankle.

“They are beautiful,” he murmurs. “And they rare.” Sanguis glances to me, his dark eyes looking over my body. “Much like you.”

I stiffen my jaw and keep playing.

“You’ve served here diligently all these years.” He then laughs. “And Lady Arynhylde tells me that she has had to lob off many a hand because of you.”

“Your men don’t understand what no means,” I glare at him. “I am grateful for Lady Arynhylde’s lessons. Not many hands these days thanks to her.”