The first thing Richard did as soon as he was alone was remove his wet clothes and soak in the prepared bath. Even though their little detour wasn't a part of his original plans, he was glad that the trip had gone well, nonetheless.
He happily sighed, hopeful that things would be able to work out with Maya, after all. She was so fascinating to him, and not just because she had come from a different world. He was beginning to grow attached to her in a way that he couldn't explain. What he felt for her was different, deeper, than what he had felt for Elizabeth. He found himself wanting to protect Maya at all costs, not just as her legal husband, but as someone who truly cared about her. If possible, he wished to be able to keep her all to himself, away from the eyes of every man in his kingdom, for fear that they, too, would come to have feelings for her.
Stepping out of the bath, Richard laughed at himself, wondering when he had become capable of having such desires. He knew that Maya found him intimidating. She never let herself get too close to him, and in his presence, she never laughed or smiled as much as she did when he would catch her interacting with Mille or Cedric.
As much as Richard wanted to confide in Cedric about his insecurities concerning Maya, his pride would not allow him to do so. But still, it hurt him to see his best friend act more comfortable around his future wife than he could. It hurt to see her smile more around Cedric than she would around him. He trusted Cedric, completely, but he was still man. Jealousy was a new feeling to him, and he didn't take to it kindly.
Richard decided to go talk to her. All of their one-on-one interactions were generally business related. He figured that a cozy room at a nice inn would be the perfect atmosphere to help push their relationship further. While he was very happy with how much he'd been able to learn about her that day, he was feeling particularly greedy.
He dried off, slipped on his nightshirt, and slowly opened the door. Feeling resolved, he walked off towards Maya's room, unaware that he was being watched.
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Maya stirred in her bed when she heard a knock at the door.
"Maya? Can I come in?" she heard a masculine voice ask.
She mumbled something that must have resembled granting permission for the man to enter her room.
Richard let himself in and shut the door as quietly as possible. He walked over to Maya's sleeping form, and stood over her, observing the outline of her body through the loose clothing. Taking a seat on the bed, he reached over a tucked a stray curl behind her ear. Her body shifted, and her eyes slowly opened to meet his, struggling to bring his blurry figure into focus.
"Richard?" she grumbled, obviously still half asleep.
"I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered.
"S'okay," she yawned, turning her body to face him.
"I thought that we could talk for a bit. But if you wanted to sleep I can go ahead and leave." He turned away from her, ready to leave the room. Maya reached out and placed her hand on his wrist. "It's fine. Please, stay," she said in a tired voice. "What did you wanna talk about?" She pushed her upper body up and rested her back against the bed's headboard.
"I just wanted to make sure you had a good time," he said, "and apologize for getting us caught in this storm."
The dim candle light in the room emphasized Richards chiseled, masculine features, which Maya couldn't help but observe as he spoke. "I had a great time. And no worries about this storm. You can't control the weather. Besides," her gazed shifted to the window, "it's kinda relaxing, don't you think?" They sat in silence, listening to the rain outside.
"I hope you know," Richard said suddenly, "I really can't thank you enough for what you've done, or rather, what you've chosen to do."
"Why? I'm doing it for myself, not because I want to help you," she stated.
"I don't think that's entirely true," he retorted, "but I can understand your desire to find a way back to your world." He paused, thinking of how best to phrase the rest of what he wanted to say. "I've decided, I want to help you get home."
Maya couldn't believe what she just heard and turned her head to face him. "What did you say?"
"I can't guarantee anything, but I want to at least try to help you find a way back. My aunt Rosa, and the other past sources- at least they were all from Esfalda. I've never even heard of the country you're from Maya. I was thinking...maybe there was a mistake, or something."
"Yeah, maybe..." she said, turning her attention back to the storm.
"But, if we really can't find a way for you to go back to your world, I want to give you a good life here. I love you, Maya."
"Richard, I...I don't know what to say," she suddenly felt dizzy, and couldn't bring herself to look at him this time. The weight on the bed shifted, and Maya felt a strong pair of arms wrapping around her. As badly as she wanted to say something, any words she had were caught in her throat. Her body grew stiff as she felt warm lips pressing against her neck. Rather than words, she managed to let out a weak moan.