Hawke And His Princess Chapter 20

Chapter 20: First full day in Highever

Late the next morning found Elayne alone in their bed, with a white rose laying beside her on his pillow. She felt him inside her head, "good morning my beautiful wife, I hope you slept well."

She turned onto her back and stretched, experiencing a pleasant sense of relaxation as she held the rose in her hand and breathed in its scent, before running it down her body as her thoughts drifted back to the previous evening with him. Lost in the memories, she found her hand touching herself intimately. Though she vaguely heard his voice in her mind, she was too caught up in the moment to pay attention as her fingers teased played between her legs. With one final sensual cry, her body released before she got out of bed and put on her robe, feeling even more at ease.

She walked over to the window looking out it, he was right this was a beautiful view. She reached out to him in her mind, but she ran into a wall, curious she decided if she could find a way in. She studied the wall looking around it, then pushed against it but found it solid, frustrated she decided on another angle but to no avail. Finally, feeling silly, she gave up and knocked. He wasn't responding to her. Her mind tried to remember what his last words were to her. Something about her father. 'Oh, crap,' she thought, he was with father. She hurried and got dressed, and went looking for her mother, who was thankfully alone, when she found her rushed over to her.

"Mom, where's dad and is Hawke with him?"

"Yes hun, they went down together to look over the fillies. Why sweetie, I thought you could reach him through your bond." Eleanor took a closer look to Elayne, and noticed she was looking panicked. "Elayne, what's going on, are they ok?"

Her moms voice finally broke through. "What, oh yeah, yes their ok. But mom I did something not realizing that Hawke was with father. Well um I," frustrated she blurted it out, "mom I was imagining dirty thoughts of Hawke, imagining the way he was with me last night and well I was pleasuring myself. And Hawke put a wall up against me."

Her face went beat red as her mom looked at her, and laughed. Irritated, Elayne immediately got up and stomped away, before she went to far, her mom called her back. Elayne looked back at her, tears streaming down her face, "mom I think I finally made him angry, I wasn't meaning to. I didn't realize where he was."

"I'm sorry daughter, I shouldn't of laughed. Come sit down, this can be fixed."

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Hawke observed the young female horses as they leisurely ate from the grass. Leaving Midnight outside the fenced area, he approached the fillies, speaking to them in a gentle tone. Halting in front of them, he knelt down and patiently waited for them to approach him. The group consisted of one brown, one black and one white, all possessing striking beauty.

However, his focus was on the white horse. As she gazed back at him, he noticed the same level of intelligence in her eyes that Midnight possessed. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the two dark horses approach, and sniff him before he reached out to them while communicating with them. Eventually, they both allowed him to stroke them. He rose to his feet and placed his hand under their chins as they nuzzled him. After finishing the carrots he offered, they wandered off.

He gazed at the white horse and remarked, "You are quite a stunning creature, may I have your permission to stroke you?" She eyed him with interest as he spoke to her. Eventually, after he coaxed and talked with her, she approached and sniffed him. She then stuck her nose into his pocket where he had put the carrots, took the last one out, and galloped away from him, making snorting sounds as if mocking him.

"Ah, you're quite clever, thinking you outsmarted me," he chuckled. "Perhaps you did. May I have the pleasure of petting you, sweetheart?" After playfully teasing, she finally approached him. He gently stroked her chin with his hand. "See that attractive guy over there," he pointed to Midnight, that's my boy. Would you like to meet him? I'm sure he'll adore you, for you are truly gorgeous. He's just like me, he recognizes beauty when he sees it. Come, let's go meet Midnight." He led the way to where Midnight was waiting, expecting the horses to follow him.

The two dark horses approached Midnight, taking turns to sniff him before running off to play. After the white one had her turn, she glanced at Hawke and waited for him to open the gate. Once inside, Midnight and the white horse greeted each other with sniffs and assessed one another. Hawke watched as they communicated through their body language, with their heads held high and ears pointed towards each other, their eyes shining brightly. Eventually, Midnight returned to Hawke while the white horse galloped off, occasionally looking back at them.

"So bud what do you think? How would you like to get to know them better. Maybe make some babies?" Midnight turned his head at that last part and rolled his eyes at Hawke. Hawke laughed "sorry buddy, I didn't mean to offend. Come, let's go back to the Castle and I'll talk to their owner."

Hawke went over to Bryce, and they talked business as they rode back. Hawke agreed with Bryce's deal, if the white one, whose name was Princess, gave birth, that colt would be Hawke's. Bryce would have the horses brought over to Midnight tomorrow.

When they got to the Castle courtyard they both got down and Hawke released Midnight in the corral. He finally released the wall that he had hastily put up, he didn't mean to shut Elayne out, but he was kind of busy with her father when her mind went where it did. Once the wall came down she flooded his mind, crying and apologizing too him, confused he hurried to her in their room. When he came into the room she ran over to him apologizing.

"Elayne, why are you crying and apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong," he said soothingly.

"But you shut me out, I thought you were mad at me, I didn't know you were with my father," she cried into his shirt.

"Elayne, look at me please," he put his finger under her chin to get her to look up at him. "I wasn't mad at you princess, I just wasn't able to have that beautiful image in my head at that time. I was with your father, that wasn't the time to have an image of my beautiful wife's hands between her legs. I tried reaching you but you were too busy. I wasn't mad though, far from it." He lifted her chin up, so he could look in her eyes. He wiped the tears from her, put his mouth to hers and kissed her. Her tears finally stopped, and she melted into him and the kiss. He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed.

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Eleanor looked up at the couple as they came down the stairs. Elayne looked bright and cheerful as she walked with Hawke hand in hand. She was glad to see that whatever had gone on with them earlier seemed to have resolved itself.

Elayne came over to her giving her a kiss, "thank you mom, I love you. About earlier, well I just overreacted when I couldn't feel him."

"I'm glad to see you happy again Elayne. I can't imagine him being angry with you hun, why would you think that anyway?" She saw Hawke standing by the door waiting for Elayne, "you better go with that young man of yours before he gets to impatient. We'll talk more later."

Elayne walked over to him, and they headed out, with Hawke's two soldiers behind them. They were going shopping; She needed to get Hawke a couple of new outfits for the ball in four days. And there was a fall festival in two days. When they came out into the courtyard James got in front of her and grabbed her arm, "Elayne why are you doing this, you know I love you." Hawke stood beside her, his body tense and anger evident through their connection. Elayne noticed the soldiers behind her reaching for their swords, but she looked back at them and she shook her head.

Hawke's voice was filled with warning as he said, "I suggest you remove your hands from my wife before I do it for you."

James scoffed at him, "this doesn't concern you, bumpkin. Elayne and I have important matters to discuss. Why don't you leave us be and let her and I talk." She noticed Hawke's fury rise to the surface, his body pulsing with anger. Before he could act, she placed her hand on his chest and sent him calming thoughts through their bond.

Gazing into his eyes, she embraced him and planted a kiss on his lips. "He's not worth our time, my love. Let's leave this place. I refuse to let an arrogant individual who believes he's superior to others spoil our day."

Ignoring James, she continued to walk past him. Suddenly, James forcefully grabbed her arm and turned her towards him. "Listen here, you bitch, I will not tolerate this!" Before she could react, Hawke pulled James away from her, lifting him up in the air.

"She is my business, she's my wife," Hawke snarled, "and if you ever lay a hand on her or speak to her disrespectfully again, you will regret it. She wants nothing to do with you, she is my wife and you need to accept that," he growled through clenched teeth, his rage evident. James stuttered and struggled to break free, but Hawke's grip only tightened and James let out a whimper. "Do you understand me?" Hawke's fury radiated as he spoke. James nodded, his fear visible as he looked into Hawke's heated gaze. With disgust, Hawke dropped him to the ground, took Elayne's hand and walked away.

"You're going to regret this, I'll make sure of it, you bastard," James yelled behind them. Elayne kept them moving as they left the courtyard, anger still coursing through Hawke.

Before they got down to the center of the town Elayne grabbed Hawke's arm and turned him towards her. "Hawke, I need you to calm down please. He's not worth it, love." She grabbed his head pulling him down to her, putting her lips to his, until he started relaxing, the anger leaving his mind and body. He pulled away from her, looked down in her eyes.

"Elayne, if he ever touches you, ever disrespects you again he will regret it, I promise you that." She heard the quiet warning in his voice. He put his mouth back to hers, before taking her hand in his, and they continued their walk into town.

Hawke looked at the store she had dragged him into. He looked down at her, shaking his head. "No Elayne, I'm quite happy in my clothes. I don't need these fancy suits, this," he spread his hands out at the racks, "is not me."

"Hawke, my father is throwing us a ball, this is important. He's making our wedding, our union official with this ball, please, this is important to me."

He looked down at her, lifting her chin up to look in her eyes. He saw her eyes pleading with him, saw it in her head. He sighed, lightly kissed her mouth, "fine, let's get this over with."

Joy and happiness flooded through her, and she nodded to the tailor. He came over taking in Hawke's measurements, as he stood there in insufferable silence. "Lady Elayne, we will need to have his clothing specifically made for him. Our store does not currently carry anything in his size. He is quite tall and muscular, so this process will likely take a few days." She told the tailor that would be fine, and she went over to the racks looking at shirts. She pulled one out and brought it over to him, it was a darker blue but not to dark, the style was far fancier than Hawke was use too. She nodded to herself and whispered to the tailor. She told the tailor what she wanted, and told him to have the clothes delivered to the Castle when they were ready.

They left the store, and she turned around looking up at him. "Thank you Hawke, I know how uncomfortable that was for you. If it makes you feel any better, the next store we're going to is for me, so I can get a gown. I'll even let you pick it out for me, okay?"

He looked down at her, "so you're giving me permission to pick out any gown for you, even if it's scandalous?" he asked with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, before opening her eyes again, nodding. "I trust you Hawke," and she took his hand leading him to another store.

She tried on various dresses as he sat there watching, none where what had just popped into his mind. Frustrated he grabbed the shop owner and took her around the corner away from Elayne. He described exactly what he wanted and asked if it could be made.

The shop owner looked at him thoughtfully, a smile forming on her lips. "Of course my lord, she's going to look divine in it, I'll have my people get started on it immediately and have it sent up to the Castle." After the woman sketched out the design Hawke thanked her and told Elayne to get dressed. After she was ready he walked with her out of the store.

She up looked at him curiously, "I still need a gown Hawke."

"You're dress, my lady, will be waiting for you by the time the ball is here." He tilted her head up to him, looking her in the eyes, "do you still trust me, Elayne," he whispered against her lips. She nodded and he captured her mouth with his.

The next store they went to was a jewelry shop, he took her inside looking for specific items. While Elayne was glancing at another case, Hawke had the clerk wrap up what he was looking for. He paid the cashier and put the items away before going back to Elayne. She was looking at a ring, he was inside her head watching her as she examined it as if in a trance. He took the ring out of her hand and looked at it. There was something about it that was unsettling, but he couldn't put a finger on what it was. He gave the ring back to the sales person and thanked him, grabbed Elayne's hand and walked out as she looked at him curiously.

They were sitting at a little outside tea and sandwich shop when he heard his name called. He turned around and was bombarded by Rose and Mary as they came running up to him, putting their arms around him. He looked up as his mom, Bethany and Eleanor came over behind the girls.

"Where going dress shopping," the girls squealed excitedly, "for the ball." Their excitement was contagious.

He picked them up and hugged them to him, kissing each on the forehead as he let them go, "you girls will be the belle's of the ball. I can't wait to see you in your new dresses." They grabbed Bethany's hand dragging her to the dress shop, with Leandra and Eleanor on their heels. Hawke turned around and saw Elayne watching him, with a smile on her face.

"Someday that's going to be our own daughters," she said dreamily.

He took her hands in his, "what is this about daughters, it could possibly be boys we have." He put his finger on her nose teasingly.

She scooted closer to him, put her arms around his neck, her mouth to his ear, "then we'll keep trying until I have a girl," she whispered seductively in his ear. He looked at her, the look she was giving him had his body waking up.

He stood up pulling her up against him, "are we done here?" She nodded kissing his lips. He growled, grabbed her hand and headed back to the Castle with a need that only she could satisfy.

Once upstairs in their room he pushed her against the wall taking her mouth with his. The urgency he felt in his body only increased as he tore open her shirt and placed his mouth on her breast while his hands stripped off her pants. He undid his, releasing himself, grabbed her by her rear, picked her up and slammed her down onto him, burying himself deeply inside her, as she wrapped her legs tightly around him. He raised his head off her breast, staring her in the eye, plunging himself inside. He kept thrusting hard and deep, his eyes boring into hers, loving the way her body responded to his demands.

"Hawke," she whispered, "please," she pleaded. Her body reaching its peak as she opened her mouth. He covered her mouth with his taking her scream into him, thrusting his hips faster and harder. He tightened his grip on her and with one final deep thrust he loosed himself inside her. He took his mouth off hers, somewhat satisfied, both of them breathing hard staring deeply at each other.

He stroked back her hair as she laid against his chest, "I love you, Hawke," she said against him.

He lifted her head enough to look at him, "I love you too, princess."

She pushed herself off him, "I need a bath," she said as she walked away from him, his eyes glued to her backside. She glanced back at him, seeing the hungry look in his eyes. "Hawke," she asked, "did you bring those bottles with you?"

He raised his eyes to hers, and cleared his throat. "Yes, my dear I did, would you like me to put them in your water?"

She continued walking, putting an extra sway in her step, "if you don't mind my love." Keeping her back to him, she disappeared into the room. He threw on his robe and grabbed the bottles, following her in. She was sitting on the edge of the tub adjusting the water temperature with the knobs. She looked up at him, "would you be a dear and put some in please? And remove that robe, you won't need it." He looked at her amused, and poured the oils into the water before removing the robe.

Once she was satisfied, she stepped into the tub and grabbed him and pulled him down with her. He stretched out comfortably, and she sat in front of him, her back to him. She handed him the soap, "told you it was big enough." He rubbed his soapy hands down her back, massaging it.

"Hawke, you got plans for tomorrow, I want to take you around and show you a couple of places I think you'll enjoy. I want to make a day of it if you're not busy."

He grabbed a wash cloth and rinsed the soap off her back. He had her lay back, so he could get her hair wet. He massaged the soap into her hair and rinsed it out before having her sit back up. Once again he lathered up his hands and started working her front, she leaned back against him looking up at his eyes.

When his hands got lower she pushed them down further between her legs, "don't be forgetting that darling, it's needing your attention too," she said softly, seductively.

He obliged her, rubbing his finger along her clit while his other hand cupped her breast, flicking her nipple, she moaned. He put his fingers inside her, she bucked against his fingers as he slid in and out of her. She gasped, tightened around him, her body shuddering as she released around his fingers.

She turned around in the tub and straddled him, taking him deep inside her, pulled his lips to hers. He grabbed her hips and slid her up and down, grinding her against him. She tightened around him, he released her mouth and lowered his to her breast, suckling her. She moaned, arched her back against his mouth, her body sliding faster, harder, driving him deeper inside her. Her nails dug into his chest, as he grabbed her hips thrusting into her. She pulled his head up, put her mouth on his, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her hips thrusting faster along him, she stiffened around him, his seed spilling into her. They lay there against each other, he trickled a tiny amount of power into the water warming it back up.

She chuckled against his chest, "it was getting a little chilly wasn't it?"

She sat up looking at him, "I don't know about you my love, but I'm famished, let's get dressed and head down to dinner."

Without waiting for an answer she stood up and grabbed a towel that was hanging up by the tub. She started to step out but realized the floor was wet, she giggled looking at him, "I think we got a little wild, the floors all wet."

He chuckled, stood up wrapping a towel around his middle, scooped her up in his arms and stepped out of the tub, after using his power to clean up the water. Once the floor was dried he let her down and they got dressed.

He was looking forward to seeing how the girls enjoyed their outing. When they got to the dinning room Hawke saw everyone there except his girls. He looked over at Bethany and his mom, "where's the girls at," then he heard Rose's voice giggling behind him.