The Royal Mark-Chapter 50: I Like It Rough

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Elsa exclaimed with a loud voice, prompting Chris to jolt upright in alarm and swiftly scan the room, trying to see the cause of her sudden outburst.

"What’s going on? What did you see?" Chris inquired as he found nothing amiss in the room.

"You!" Elsa retorted with an expression contorted in anger.

"Me? What do you mean by that?" Chris asked, turning his gaze towards Elsa, who wore a disgruntled and furious look."

"You were kissing and touching me! Inappropriately!" she accused while glaring at Chris with narrowed lips and a creased forehead.

Chris was flabbergasted by Elsa’s claim even if she was the one who initiated everything. "B-But you were kissing and touching me too," Chris said as he blinked multiple times waiting for her reply.

"It was not on purpose," Elsa replied and averted her gaze while crossing her arms.

"Is there such a thing? You kissed me first... actually, you almost begged for it. I just complied obediently, and now you are getting angry at me? Unbelievable!" Chris scoffed and sounded angry.

Elsa stayed quiet and just gave Chris side glances, ’Gosh, this is so embarrassing. I think I did just that... I did harass him, my goodness! What should I do?’ Elsa thought inwardly.

Chris gave her one last look before standing up ready to go back to the other room. His mood has completely turned sour and a bit offended by what Elsa said. He didn’t even start it but was still blamed at the end.

Elsa didn’t know what to do so she reached out and took Chris’ hand when he started walking. Chris was taken aback, as he had assumed she was angry with him. He looked at her and saw her with her head hung low, appearing defeated.

"I-I’m sorry Chris. I was lost in a dream... I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just got startled when I realized what I was doing once I woke up from the dream. I am really sorry. I am not angry. Please forgive me..." Elsa slowly lifted her head, pouting at Chris with a pair of puppy-dog eyes, attempting to appear as pitiful as possible.

Chris rolled his eyes, grasping Elsa’s intentions. "Fine... I forgive you. Go back to sleep; you need to rest. I’ll be in the next room if you need me," he remarked, walking away. But Elsa tugged at his hand once more, causing him to turn to her with a questioning expression.

Elsa, however, simply looked at him and then averted her gaze.

"Do you need something, princess?" Chris inquired, puzzled by Elsa’s behavior.

Summoning all her willpower, Elsa muttered, "D-Don’t go..."

Chris clearly heard her but pretended as if he hadn’t, and he clenched his teeth to stifle a smile. "What was that?" he asked.

"I said, don’t go. Stay here," Elsa whispered.

"Is something troubling you? Are you in pain?" Chris asked.

"N-No... I’m just scared to be here alone... I don’t know anyone here... Where are my dogs, anyway?" Elsa replied.

"Your dogs are being well taken care of. Don’t worry about them; they’re currently enjoying some pampering," Chris reassured as he sat beside Elsa and held her hand. "I understand how you feel. I was once in a different world too, remember?"

Elsa felt a complex mix of sadness and guilt, recalling how she had treated Chris back then. Now, she was experiencing something even more difficult than what Chris had faced. She thought, ’If karma is real, it has certainly caught up with me.’ She then expressed, "I’m sorry for how I treated you in the past. I wasn’t kind to you at all, and I regret that now. You must have also felt scared and alone."

Chris gently lifted her chin, making their eyes meet, and said, "I never felt alone in your world or scared because I had you. And I’m here with you now, so you’re not alone. It’s okay to be scared, princess. I’ll protect you. You have my word."

Elsa smiled at Chris and patted the space on the bed beside her, saying, "Sleep here and be my personal bodyguard for tonight."

"Are you sure you want me to sleep beside you, princess?" Chris asked, clearly not expecting Elsa’s suggestion.

"Yup, I don’t mind. We’re just going to sleep, Chris, nothing more. We always do that back in school and the hospital. Are you afraid you’ll touch me again?" Elsa jested.

"Wow, you really have to say it like that when you were the one thinking about doing it with me in your dreams," Chris teased.

Elsa’s eyes widened and her face turned completely red, "I-I was not thinking of doing it with you. You are mistaken."

Chris smirked and said, "Really? If that’s not really the case. Then can you please clarify, what were you dreaming about while stroking my manhood up and down? Were you cleaning a cucumber or an eggplant in your dreams? But I can clearly remember that you were moaning when I touched you down there and was so wet–Ouch! You!"

Elsa repeatedly struck Chris’ head with a pillow, putting as much force as she could muster into each blow in an attempt to silence him from recounting and vocalizing the details of her embarrassing actions. Chris made attempts to snatch the pillow from her grasp but repeatedly missed.

"Stop that!" Chris exclaimed, but Elsa persisted in hitting him as a way to cope with her embarrassment.

"I’ve always believed that princes are true gentlemen, but you’ve shattered that belief. You’re the complete opposite!" Elsa continued her playful assault until Chris managed to capture both her arms and pinned her down on the bed. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"That hurts, you know, both your words and the pillow. But yes, princess, I’m not the gentle type; I like it rough!" Chris retorted with a smirk.

Elsa was caught off guard by his comment and was speechless as she stared into his eyes and was utterly mesmerized. Her body relaxed which Chris felt so he let go of one of Elsa’s hands and brushed off the strands of hair that landed on her face.

Chris smiled faintly and said, "Elsa, marry me, and be my Queen..."