Rakshasa Boyfriend: Dhaval (special preview)

“Not until ten years from now,” Mila growls. “When that stupid flower blooms again and tries to kill you.”

I chuckle. “Well, I’ll be twenty-eight then,” I say. “Won’t people talk?”

“They’ll simply think the Rakshasa King has come to bend his knee to the Czarina of the North.” Mila smiles brightly then. “That’s all.”

I chuckle and nod. “Ok then. That settles it.”

Mila’s frown returns. “It won’t be another ten years will it?”

“For sure it won’t,” I shake my head. “How about this? You come visit me during the winters and I’ll come visit you in the summers? You can even bring Nicolai and I’ll bring my siblings.”

Mila scoffs. “Oh them,” she grumbles.

“We’ll see each other again,” I say. “You’re my friend.”

Mila huffs. “You’re my friend too,” she says.

We agreed on the meetings. Once I left the North to return home, we planned for her trip to visit us in the winter.

Now, the winters in Rakshasa country weren’t really all that cold. I mean, nothing like that North. The nights got extremely cold, but that was about it. Compared to the North I knew Nicolai and Mila were in for a culture shock.

I was on pins and needles when Mila arrived. I had been so excited to see her I could barely stand myself. I couldn’t wait for us to have our night talks again and catch up. When she arrived she looked absolutely offended.

“You call this winter?” She snaps at me. “I’m burning to death! This was your horrid plan all along wasn’t it? You wish to kill me!”

“She’s been this way the whole trip,” Nicolai tells me. “She doesn’t do well in the heat.”

“Not wo worry, we’ve got rooms set up for you that should make you feel at home,” my mother says.

That evening, I go to visit Mila and she’s got all the windows open and is fanning herself. “Oh this miserable kingdom,” she huffs.

“Wow, you really don’t do well in the heat,” I say as I sit with her.

Mila glares at me. “How dare you do this to me? I thought you were the one person I could trust?”

I chuckle and place my palm on her forehead. Mila sighs and relaxes. “Your paws are cold,” she says.

“Yeah, that’s why I like it warm,” I say.

Mila huffs. “Am I really supposed to visit this miserable heat every winter?” She asks me, opening her eyes.

“Only if you want to,” I shrug. “I won’t force you to do anything.”

Mila frowns. “No. I’ll keep visiting as promised. I won’t let something so stupid have the best of me.” She sits up. “I will, however, hold you to your promise to visit me every summer.” She stiffens her shoulders. “No matter how much you hate the cold. The cold makes you stronger.”