A Curvy Girl for the Prince by S.E. Law

10

Haakon

Is this woman crazy? What the fuck is she doing? Nonetheless, I ride the droid over to where Matilda’s balanced on hers.

“Guard,” she bends her head as I approach. “I’m headed for the medical tent. I meant no harm, I swear.”

First, I look around to make sure we’re not being watched, and then I hiss, “Matilda. It’s me. I’m not a guard.”

Her head jerks up then, and I see that she’s heartbreakingly beautiful still. Even more so, with her face streaked with dirt and her curls hidden under a hood of some sort.

“Haakon?” she manages in a soft voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to save you,” I grind out. “But what are you doing riding a droid?”

She shrugs.

“Well, I’ve been at the Colonies for two days now, and I wasn’t sure anyone was coming to rescue me, so I figured I better take the initiative.”

I stare at her.

“You didn’t think I was going to save you?”

The curvy girl bites her lip.

“Well, I did, but you know me. I’m a sassy woman who likes to be independent. I figured I’d better save myself in case no one showed.”

I have half a mind to drag Matilda off the droid and strap her to a spanking bench before plundering those lush lips. But I manage to hold my temper.

“Sweetheart, it took me a day to locate you,” I say in a tight voice. “First, I had to put down a rebellion by John Ray, and deal with his odious son, Albert. Then, I beat that fucker Albert to a pulp to make him reveal your location. How the fuck do you even know those assholes anyways?”

Matilda’s eyes go wide.

“From my family. We’re family friends. But are you saying that the rebellion’s already over?”

I nod.

“Yeah, you can quash these things in a couple hours if you’re ruthless. But yeah, we were waiting for the Rays, although it did take a couple hours to beat out your location from that assfucker Albert. What a fucking douche. But I’m here now,” I say in a low tone. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait, but I don’t want to leave my friend! Besides, didn’t you already win? Can’t we liberate these women from their indentured servitude?” she asks, gesturing to the field of hunched figures hacking at the soil.

I nod.

“Yes, that’s the plan,” I reply in a dry voice.

As if on cue, suddenly a line of warriors appears on the horizon, their heavy forms clad in the latest high-tech armor, bearing spears, stun guns, and who knows what other weapons. Matilda stares, her mouth falling open.

“I suppose those are your friends?” she asks in a trembling voice. I look over my shoulder and smirk.

“That’s right,” he growl. “It’s the Lysenian Army.” Then, I seize the beautiful woman’s eyes with my own. She’s never been more appealing at this moment, and I want nothing more than to ravish her. Yet, there are words that need to be said, and I can’t wait any longer. “Matilda, this might not be the right time to make a declaration, but I’m going to do it anyways. I’m impressed with you, honey. You’re courageous, brave, intelligent, sassy and far more than a whore from the House of Silk. In fact, you aren’t even a whore,” I add on a second thought. “You’re an incredible woman who’s found her way into my life, and I admire and want to get to know you better.”

But Matilda’s no fool.

“What does that mean?” she asks as the army literally begins advancing, the stomp of horse hooves a rumble in the distance.

I stare at her.

“I want to date,” I rasp in a low voice. “I want to get to know you without Nerilda in the picture, and I want you to stop seeing other men.”

She smiles at me, her brown eyes sparkling.

“But I never saw other men, Haakon. Not really. Not when I was with you.”

“Good,” I growl in a rough voice. “Because I’ll tear them to pieces if you do, Matilda. If you so much as even smile at another man, he’s going to be dog meat.”

She giggles then, her curls blowing in the wind.

“Really?” she asks.

I nod.

“I have a battle to fight now, as well as a horde of women to liberate, but I want you to know, Matilda. You are mine, and no other man will claim you. You belong to me.”

Then, I lean forward and press a swift kiss to those plush lips. It’s awkward because we’re both mounted on droids, but I don’t care. Her mouth parts beneath mine sweetly, and I know with absolute conviction that this is right. This sassy, impossible, curvy, intelligent woman is mine, and I want her to know it. Suddenly, a clarion call sounds behind us, its notes ripping through the air.

“You best be going,” Matilda breathes after breaking away. “I think your army needs you.”

I nod, my eyes boring into her like penetrating blue lasers.

“They do,” I rasp. “But I need you too. Wait for me, baby. Take yourself over to the tent there, and I’ll come collect you after the fighting is done.”

Then, I kiss Matilda again, her sweet form pressing against mine despite our awkward positions. But there’s a promise on my lips, and she smiles beneath my mouth.

“Go, Highness,” she whispers. “I’ll wait for you.” With that, I raise my staff, ready for the battle to begin. After all, I’ve already won Matilda Seacrest, and that’s the sweetest victory of all.