Royal Rebel: A Royal Romance (The Haldonia Monarchy Book 1) by Laramie Briscoe

Author:Laramie Briscoe [Briscoe, Laramie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laramie Briscoe Books
Published: 2020-03-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Amelia

“Are you nervous?” Tristan asks as he sits next to me in the back of our limo.

We’ve just entered and have about thirty minutes before we reach the venue. “A little, but I’m more worried about you.” I brush my hand over his hair, bringing my palm around his bearded cheek. “You look so tired.” I run my fingertip underneath his eyes, wishing I could erase the dark circles. He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, and perhaps he does - at least the weight of a country.

“I’m exhausted,” he admits as he yawns loudly. “It’s the way this whole thing goes though. Somebody has to worry about the safety of the country, and that person is me.” His soft voice whispers. “Nothing in the world means more to me than making sure you’re safe.”

“Why don’t you take a nap as we drive over.” I hate to see him so tired, and I hate that he’s decided to come with me, after not having slept. The stress and lack of rest is so apparent in his face. He looks like he’s aged a few years in just the past few hours. It looks good on him though, he’s the type of man who will be handsome when he gets older. I hate the circumstances which has brought it forth.

He checks his phone, grimacing slightly. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep long.”

The part of me that wants to take care of him, argues vehemently. “A little bit is better than nothing.”

“Come on.” I pat my lap, much like I would do with a small child. In many ways there are certain instances where he does remind me of a child. Of the child who lost his mother too early, and is trying desperately to be the man she would have wanted him to be. “Tris, lie down and get some sleep.”

Tristan looks like he wants to argue, but he gives in as he yawns again. I scoot further over into the corner of the limo as he stretches out, putting his head in my lap. It’s this surrender of security that’s my undoing. The fact he feels safe enough to let his guard down lets me know exactly how deeply involved with one another we are.

“Wake me up when we get there?” He grabs hold of my hand, entwining our fingers together. My heart melts slightly when he brings the back of my hand up to his lips, kissing it gently before laying it on his stomach.

“Yeah, just relax for a little while.”

He closes his eyes. I can’t help but to rub against the way his forehead is crinkling. His face finally starts to relax as his breath evens out and he slips into sleep.

Funnily enough, I hardly ever get a chance to see Tristan asleep. I’m typically always asleep before him, because I feel so safe. I wonder how safe he feels with me, if I help him to come down from what has to be the anxieties of his position.

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