Sweet, Lyne thought she could manage being without Zeidan and her feelings for him were just illusions. For the past few months, everything he had done had been considerate, practical, and caring, with his action always careful. Why then did he not defend her during his discussion with Luana?

"I guess you didn't wait to watch till the end." She heard his voice right behind her and she could see his face show up from her shoulder through the mirror.

He must have read her thoughts and instead of it annoying her, she smiled as if amused.

"I don't think I have to watch till the end to know now that you didn't mean all of those."

Zeidan inhaled deeply and dug his hands into his pockets, eyes thoughtful.

"What made you go to the temple?" He inquired.

"I... I needed to confirm something."

"What?"

"The day you showed me the temple and I saw the blood-stained picture of a man holding a lamb, I had this feeling that the stain isn't a hundred years old like you told me..."

"It has been there right before I was born, Lyne. It could be lesser than a hundred years old but what I know is, it shouldn't be less than four decades."

"Exactly my point! I noticed it shouldn't be more or less than that and I tried to go and check if I was right."

"How were you going to do that?" Zeidan laughed shortly. "Scrub it off and lick it? Being in doctors and tell them to look for whose DNA is in it?"

"I don't understand a thing about what you're saying. But, I only wanted to see things for myself."

"And it almost led you to trouble..."

"Shouldn't you be receiving treatment from the nurses?" She cut in, having no interest to continue the discussion. Although she hasn't gotten the answers she wants, she will get them soon enough, especially since she knows who her mother's killer is.

"I already got stitches. The best treatment I figured I could get is your attention." He took her semi-wet hair and tucked it behind her so he could rub her soft neck. She felt his warm hand on her neck and she closed her eyes, leaning against him in satisfaction. She could feel the hard length of him which means he had been thinking of touching her for a long time. She smiled at the thought.

His hand slid down her breast which was covered in a tiny fabric of a blue bathrobe. The two mounds on her chest responded with an electric reaction, which made them stand on guard. Zeidan does know how to dig out her feelings and play with them. 

"Mmh." She moaned and smiled which stirred a reaction from Zeidan. In a swoon, he carried her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed, not forgetting to strip himself of the black shirt he had on. As she sat up, she could see his stitched wound that was almost as tiny as anything already. It looked like it was beginning to fade.

"Your wound..."

He covered her mouth with a kiss and rubbed his hands up and down her body before she could complete her sentence. She didn't hesitate as well as she felt it was high time she gave in to this man. The man who has captured her attention, heart, and thoughts. She let her hand roam his broad chest, careful enough not to touch his wound but Zeidan grabbed her hand and gently placed it on the wound.

"I...I just don't want to hurt you." She muttered in his mouth.

"You can do whatever you want. I don't mind. Just don't hold back."

His last sentence felt like she had just been handed a baton to race with and she rubbed his muscles from the chest down to his abs and back. She felt his manly profile and warmth which she took time to adore and kissed. She felt the heat well up inside of her and her adrenaline rushed with excitement. 

Zeidan let her take control as she pushed him onto the bed, kissing and touching him which he responded to by groaning. Lyne went back to kiss his lips with vigor and the urge that she has been suppressing for a long time. She touched his face and paused for a while as she looked into his eyes.

"I've waited for years to say this, Zeidan. I don't think I can hold it inside of me anymore. Of course, I don't care if you feel the same but this is exactly how I feel about you." 

Zeidan only looked at her and his lips parted slightly, expecting what she was about to say. The words came out and it was as if the world stopped for a while. Everything turned silent and his mind became numb. 

"I love you, Zeidan." She breathed out the words and for a while, she thought Zeidan would stand up and leave her alone, again. But he didn't. He grabbed her waist and rolled so that she was under him and he kissed her passionately, his lips trembled as if he didn't expect that.

"Lyne. Oh, my beautiful Queen." She chuckled and hugged him tightly, her nose filled with a tantalizing smell that his hair gave. Being his Queen no longer mattered.

"I have loved you since I met you, Lyne. I thought you would never figure it out."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked amidst her excitement.

"I thought you'd never feel the same about me. I didn't want you to reject me." He confessed and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. She touched his face that towered over her.

"There is no day that I don't love you. The more I try to refuse, the more my feelings grew. I have just come to realize that no matter what I do to disagree or wave off my feeling, they still overpower me. Loving you is overpowering." Zeidan gave a beautiful smile at her words and she placed a light kiss on his upper lips, biting them softly and inviting him. He opened up as well and let her play the game of teases when she pulled his lower lips and nibbed at them.

Slowly, he began to remove her clothing starting with the robe and lacy pants. He didn't stop kissing each sensitive part of her body that made her arch her back. When he was done, she laid under him, naked, with her golden hair spread on the bed behind her. Her skin glowed and he couldn't help but kiss her again.

"You're beautiful." He remarked, smiling down at her. He kissed her neck and sucked it softly, causing her to moan at the back of her throat. He trailed kisses all over her shoulder, and chest aiming straight down her stomach and kissing her sensitive part. He stopped to adore her beauty and looked at her in the eyes, his gaze darkened as if he was about to slay a sacrificial lamb.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" She nodded. "Alright. Just tell me when to stop."