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.
 
With a nod of his head the buck reluctantly, returning to the dining hall to wait. He didnt like the wolf was so comfortable about rummaging through clothes of Bea’s. While she was wrapped in a towel waiting for Baz to return with some clothes. She stared at the door from where she sat on the bed, exploring was tempting but wasnt worth lose trust.
 
His arrival perked her up, a smile on her lips that formed a frown when he mentioned her father. She nods her head as she got dressed before his eyes. “Hopefully he will believe you” sighing as she fixes her last bit of clothing. “lets get breakfast done with and send him on his way” suggesting as she walks toward the door.
 
“Ah Bea!” Her father standing up to greet her as she entered the dining hall.
“Morning dad, sorry for the wait” hugging him before taking a seat.
“So I al leaving today, you will be okay here right?” Sitting beside her. He looked from Bea to The wolf with a concerned expression. The bandages from where the wolf marked her made him worried but otherwise she did not seem harmed.
 

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