Fantasy RP A fallen king and a stolen bride (angelica)

Her body no longer screamed for her to run from him or be afraid of him. By morning she was still sound asleep in his arms, the sun pouring into the room from the window. Bea would whine being woken by the light, covering her face to hide. But a rush over came her drawing a groan as she tries to lean over the edge of the bed.
 
Bea sits up slowly taking a deep breath “no, it’s fine just need to eat, my species is more of a grazer than certain times for meals” she explains. She offers him a smile “did you sleep well?” Changing the topic off her.

In the dining hall her father had been served breakfast but was waiting on her. He growing worried to the point of heading to the room she was supposed to be in.
 
Bea nods watching him leave before dashing to the bathroom. She cleaned up after puking, a nice hot shower was well deserved.

Her father appeared in the open door, knocking before peeking in to find Baz. “Oh, excuse me, I thought this was Bea’s room” he clears his throat seeing the female apparel Baz held.
 

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