Queen of Someday by Sherry D. Ficklin

Author:Sherry D. Ficklin [Ficklin, Sherry D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Fantasy, Teen & Young Adult, Love & Romance, Romance, Historical
ISBN: 9781940534909
Amazon: B00NJSMZBW
Barnesnoble: B00NJSMZBW
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Published: 2014-10-07T07:00:00+00:00

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We walk slowly through the outer chamber and into the hall, down the corridor and to an area I don’t think I’ve ever seen. He carries me up a spiraling stone staircase that leads to a small door. He carefully pushes it open, exposing a small, abandoned chapel. There’s one window adorned with stained glass in a riot of blues, greens, and reds. There’s a long, red velvet bench and a small table.

“What is this place?” I ask softly as he sits me on the bench.

“They say it used to be Tsar Alexei’s private sanctuary, a place he would come to speak to God before battle. It was never officially christened, but it was his secret place, removed from the old palace and brought here during construction.”

He lights the candles that sit on large sconces, flooding the room with light, before taking a seat next to me.

“I come here sometimes when I need to clear my head,” he admits. “It’s my secret place.”

“And you brought me here,” I say, feeling both honored and touched.

He shrugs, not meeting my gaze.

“Now it’s our secret place,” he whispers.

I reach out, taking his chin in my fingertips and tilting his head up. There are so many things I want to say. Part of me is screaming that this is wrong, than I should leave now, but I can’t. Because that part of my mind is being drowned out in a storm of other thoughts, the loudest being, This is what you’ve waited all your life for, Sophie. Finally, you know what love feels like.

“Alexander.” I whisper his name like a solemn vow. My chest rises and falls in my simple sleeping gown. I wish I was prettier for him, clothed in the finest silk, my hair pulled up in perfect curls and tied with ribbon. But I know that I’m not. I’m pale, sickly, and thin after my ordeal. But looking into his eyes, I don’t think he sees any of that. Because he is looking at me the way a man dying of thirst might look at a cask of water, as if his very life depends on bringing me to his lips. I know that being here with him is a terrible risk. I know I should tear myself out of this trance, but I can’t. I’m lost in him.

And then he does the most dangerous, reckless thing he could have ever done.

He kisses me.

The moment our lips touch, the last fraying strands of my self-control snap and I reach up, clasping my hands behind his neck and pulling him against me. There’s no reason, no judgment—only gentle waves of relief. I’m lost in the ocean of his embrace, drowning in him. I could live a hundred lifetimes inside his kiss, and it would never be enough. One single thought surfaces through the tide of emotions.

“Of the entire universe, I only wanted you,” I whisper the words against his lips, a solemn pledge.

His hands slide

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