As they walked down the hall, Marie could tell Sargon was in deep thought, but she didn't question him.
She knew he must have been frustrated that she wasn't taking one of his guards with her, but she had to do what was best for everyone.
When they arrived at Marie's room, Sargon escorted her past the doors.
"Uhm, I think we passed my room." Marie said, confused. Sargon remained quiet.
After walking further down the hall, he stopped at another set of doors. He opened the doors and guided Marie into the room.
The room was royal blue with black and gold trimmings. It was neat and beautiful with soft music playing in the background.
Sargon walked out to a balcony that was larger than the one in Marie's room.
Arranged on the balcony was a round table with a white and red rose arrangement on the center of it and two chairs.
Candles surrounded the table and were lit all over the balcony.
A bottle of champagne was chilled on the side of the table with two glasses set on the table.
"Is this your room?" Marie asked.
"Yes. It is." He replied.
Marie's core tightened and her body became warm at the thought of being alone in Sargon's room with him.
"I hope you don't mind but I wanted to finish the night off with just the two of us." He said.
"I do not mind at all. You have been completely amazing. Are you always like this or are you simply trying to win me over, Alpha Sargon?" She asked, squinting her eyes at him. Sargon chuckled.
"I have never really had anyone to be like this with. You inspire me." He said truthfully.
"Well, I am happy to be your muse." She said as she reached for his hand and walked over to the balcony railing.
"Is there anything else you need when you leave? Do you need a car, money, anything?" Sargon asked.
"You are too generous, Sargon. Unless you have a car that doesn't look like it belongs to the castle, I will pass." She teased.
"Actually, I have one you may like. It was the first car I ever had. It's in great condition. No one will guess it comes from the castle." He said.
"Well, I guess we will have to take a look at it in the morning then." She said.
"Yes, we will," Sargon said as he pulled Marie close to him and began dancing with her.
This man is so smooth. She thought as he effortlessly moved along the balcony floor with her.
"You dance well." Marie said inquisitively, rather than complementary.
"Well, after years of being groomed to be the King, you end up learning a few things. My father often held parties for me to find a bride and he did not want me to embarrass him with poor dancing." Sargon smiled while he dipped Marie gracefully.
"I see. Well, you learned well. Was your father upset that you never found a mate?" She asked as he continued flowing with Marie.
"No. He was disappointed, but he felt that when the time was right it would happen. He knows how I feel about choosing a bride, just to have a wife. I cannot spend my life feeling empty, lying next to someone I don't love every night. I would rather be alone." He said, simply.
"I understand. I don't think I would enjoy that either. It is great that your father is so understanding. Where is your father now?" Marie asked.
"My mother and my father are both traveling the world. As soon as I took the crown, they spent one more year in the castle and then decided that they wanted to explore and enjoy all of the anniversaries they were not able to have.
"How sweet! That sounds absolutely lovely!" She beamed. "They must really love each other." She remarked.
"Being king and queen is a very demanding position to have. I guess they are part of the reason I want to marry for love and not just because I am expected to. The love they have shared all these years made them incredible leaders." He said, proudly.
"That makes sense. They sound amazing." Marie replied.
"I haven't even told them about Harold. They would have returned immediately. I did not want to worry them. They love Harold like their own." He continued.
"I can imagine they would be terribly worried." She replied.
"Yes. If I can avoid them having to go through this, I will." He said.
Marie looked at him thoughtfully.
"Is being king part of the reason you remained alone? Is it because you dedicate your life to the kingdom? You seem to feel responsible for everyone's well-being. That is a lot of pressure." Marie said.
"I guess you can say that is part of it. I just never thought I would find someone that I could see ruling my kingdom with me and caring about my kingdom as much as I do. A queen has to be strong, brilliant, and caring…like you are." Sargon said as they stopped dancing.
Sargon lifted Marie's chin, kissing her lips softly.
She reached her arms around his neck and pulled him in tightly as he deepened his kiss. Their tongues danced with each other as their body's grew warmer with each kiss.
Sargon walked Marie backward toward the wall as they continued kissing each other hungrily.
He lifted her up while she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed his body against hers, pinning her against the wall.
Her soft moan sent his senses wild. He would fail at controlling himself if this continued.
Sargon stopped abruptly and touched his forehead to Marie's as they both breathed heavily.
"What's wrong?" Marie asked, concerned.
"Something is happening to me, every time we get close. It's like I have no control over myself or my wolf. I don't understand it." Sargon said, catching his breath.
Marie released her hold on him slightly and stood up as their bodies pressed against each other.
"I feel similar, but I don't have a wolf. I have been trying to figure this out as well." She said, confused.
"Are you a full-blooded witch?" Sargon asked as he gently kissed her lips. He began trailing soft kisses along her neck as he fought the urge to mark her.
Marie's thoughts were clouded as she tried to answer. How could she have a conversation under these conditions. She thought.
"As far as I know, I am. My mother never mentioned anything else except that I was a witch." She whispered barely able to put her words together.
"What about your father?" Sargon asked as he stopped tormenting himself with the sweet taste and smell of the woman in his arms.
"My mother never mentioned him. I have never seen him before, so I never asked. I think she would have mentioned if he was anything other than a human or a witch." She said.
"Well, we have some research to do. I don't know how long I can last around you without marking you." Sargon said.
"Well, maybe I won't mind being marked by you." She replied.