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tell her it's her fault. She would then likely face fiercer retribution from him."
    "It's assault. That has to be illegal, right?"
    "Marriage in Dolotovyan law literally makes two one. You cannot assault yourself."
    I clenched my teeth, my face red in anger. "Pardon my language, but that's complete bullshit."
    Leon sighed, and continued walking. He quietly murmured barely loud enough for me to hear it: "I know."
     
     
    -Chapter Six-
     
     
    Leon was right.
    The chef really did take gratitude as a challenge to make something even greater.
    It was some sort of stroganoff, my language barrier foiling me again. It truly was something unbelievably special, though.  The man was a wizard in the kitchen. I'd ask him for his secrets if I could understand him.
    Leon simply watched me scarf down the food, taking his time himself. I suddenly felt like a pig and slowed down. "Sorry. This is really, really good though."
    "Glad you enjoy it."
    He raised his wine glass to me. I did the same. Drinking age didn't exist as a concept here. He toasted me, and I sipped it lightly.
    He seemed so perfect, even if his country wasn't. "So you need a kid to be able to assume power as King?"
    "Yes. Tradition is strong, and it cannot be challenged by a mere prince."
    "Kind of a bummer. Some people don't get married until their forty in America, and you're like, twenty-five?"
    "Twenty-four. However, I can always simply find a willing woman if I grow impatient. Royal marriages are rarely about love, no matter how I want them to be." He sipped his wine, unable to take his eyes off me.
    "I guess the not having to be a royal thing is to prevent some loopy kids given the country's isolation."
    "The law wasn't always so open about marriages, but when we saw the problems other dynasties had, we managed to change before it wreaked havoc with our own country."
    I played with what remained of my food. I was still so torn inside, despite my efforts to play it cool. I hated how much I wanted him, wishing that he was one of those inbred monarchs that they had avoided. It'd just be sheer kindness being the reason I'm here, instead of the complexity of love.
    Courage finally found its way to me. "I'm a twenty year old American girl. I wasn't expecting to get married for another decade. Do you really want to make me your bride? Cause I'm totally getting that vibe."
    He sipped his drink, seemingly buying time for himself. "I'd wish for that to happen, perhaps. I understand not wanting to think about such things now, no matter how much I yearn for it."
    I took a deep breath. "So I don't have to worry about you whipping out a ring at me and really putting me in a confusing spot. I definitely didn't see myself married to a guy I just - "
    My words were interrupted. He was quick, and over to my chair, a kiss on my lips. My mind exploded with fascination. My first kiss. I dreamed about it, but it was nothing like this.
    It wasn't a simple peck. Our tongues met and wrapped around one another. Passion, raw passion spilled from him. He was so lovely, so knowledgeable.
    His hand ran through my hair and down my neck. My hand locked with his, and he gently led me to stand side by side to better embrace with one another. This time, I ran my fingers over his polo shirt. I felt his firm muscles under my hand. I never thought I'd enjoy touching a man this much.
    His touch wrought havoc on me too. It awakened every naughty feeling within. It reminded me what was happening. How the last time I pushed him away.
    Fear was still powerful within me, telling me to put a hand on his chest and end this. Desperately afraid of falling in love, desperately afraid of messing up that first time in love.
    If it was just a fuck, I don't know if I'd be on so much turmoil.
    This time, though, I managed to beat my fears, and let what my body wanted run wild.
    I relished his touch. I relished his kiss - and relished the whole cocktail of feelings that was rushing through me. His hands grabbed my thighs,