Find Me Alastar

Aesop

My heart skips a beat. Alastar quoted Aesop in the title of his photograph. I smile broadly and open

the book to flick through the pages. The book falls open to a divide and I frown. A thick cream handmade

envelope sits between the pages, as if it was once used as a bookmark and then forgotten about. I take it

out, and on the front of the envelope in Alchron’s writing, it reads:

Oh. My eyes fly up and look around nervously. This letter is mine. I hold the envelope in my hand and

turn it over to see the back. The wax seal is still sealed. This letter has never been read.

Holy shit. My heart rate picks up.

I turn it back over and rub my finger over the beautiful handwritten word.

Hang on a minute. Alchron only addressed his love as the princess and Henry never had access to this

castle. This letter is from a different life. One that I don’t know about. I swallow the lump in my throat

and my guilty eyes dart around the library. What do I do?

This is my letter and was sent to me.

I want to read it.

Maybe I could just take it to read and I could return it tomorrow. Nobody will ever know… will they?

“Emmaline?” Alastar calls.

Shit. I quickly stuff the letter into my handbag so that he can’t see. “I’m here.” I smile as I come

around the shelving.

He smiles broadly and kisses my cheek. “Are you ready to go back to our room to get ready for

dinner, my love?’

I smile as he takes my hand in his. “I am and you need to move your things to Thomas’ room.”

He rolls his eyes. “You are serious about spending tonight apart?’

I smile and kiss him tenderly. “It’s bad luck to spend the night before the wedding with the bride.” I

can read my secret letter tonight after he leaves.

His hand roams to my behind and he pulls me forward onto his crotch. “But it is good luck to spend

the night before the wedding with the groom,” he whispers into my lips.

I smirk against him. “You are incorrigible, but you can visit me in the morning and we will haveBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

breakfast together.”

He shakes his head in defeat and gestures to the door. “Let’s go then. I have to organize my things.”

I laugh out loud as we exit the library. “Twinkle, your things are already super organized. What could

you possibly have to do?”

Alastar’s lips lock on mine and he pulls me into his body, I laugh and try to pull back.

“Tomorrow” I smile into his lips. We have had a divine dinner with Connie and Thomas and are now

saying goodnight to each other at the door of my princess room.

“Can I come in?” he whispers as he tries to walk me backwards.

I grin against his lips. “No.”

“Why not?” He smirks as he rubs his hands up and down my behind.

“Because we are getting married tomorrow.”

“Aye. That we are.”

I push the hair back from his forehead and look into his beautiful eyes. “I am the luckiest girl in the

world, Alastar O’Shea, to have you loving me.”

He smiles softly. “Tis I who is lucky.”

He kisses me again and his tongue gently rims my lips. “Can I come in?” he breathes. “Let me show

you how lucky you are with a preview of married life.”

I giggle and push him backwards. “Stop it, you sex maniac. I will see you tomorrow for breakfast.”

He kisses me again while smiling and I step back to close the door. He doesn’t move and stands still

on the spot with his hands in his pockets.

“Will you go?” I smirk.

“I would prefer to come.” He smiles cheekily with a wink.

I laugh, kiss him quickly on the lips, and with a shake of the head I close the door. I turn and flick the

kettle on to make a cup of tea and go to the window, looking out into the countryside below. I smile as a

sense of contentment flows through me.

I’m actually here… in this house… doing this… with him. My phone beeps and I retrieve my handbag,

catching sight of the letter that I found today. I take it out and put it on my pillow while I read the text.

Brielle.