His arm wound tightly around my waist tugging my small cold form into his warm broad chest, my back pressed tightly against his front, his heat seeping through my clothes into me pleasantly, and yet my skin was covered in chills.

"Running away were we love?" Alaricus asked, his voice deep and husky, completely calm but the lethal undertone had me trembling in my boots, as he slowly trails his nose over the slight amount of skin exposed on my throat making me tense. His hand slowly came up, the warm rough fingers gently brushing away my dark hair from my throat. He plants his warm lips onto my throat pressing kisses on my bare soft skin with his soft plush lips.

His hand wrapped around my hip, using that to turn me towards him, and I stare at his shoes, as he gazes at me intensely, pressuring me solely with his eyes to meet his deadly gaze, to let him see all of me, to bare myself to him the way his eyes often bared him to me.

"Did you think you could get away so easily?" He asks me softly, his voice calm, yet dangerous, his fingers come under my chin softly trying to get me to meet his gaze, a gasp sounds from within me as I do. His honey eyes blazed a livid golden as he looked down at me, with something so primal it sent chills down my spine, I let out a soft breath from my parted lips, and his hungry wild eyes followed its trail, staring intently at my mouth, red with cold, as it stood out against my icy flushed pale skin.

"I-I wasn't trying to get away." I tell him quietly.

"Then why do you carry food with you?" He asks, and I frown at him, trying to form a coherent thought despite his proximity, but he interrupts me before I can.

"Why on earth would you be out here on a cold night, after an argument." He says, leaning down so that he looked me in the eyes, his hand slowly caressing my side, as I stared at him wide eyed, afraid to speak.

"Why would you tell me about all the things you miss, with that delicious passionate look in your eyes if you weren't going to act on it?" He asks stepping even closer to me.

"It hurt what you said angel, but that look in your eyes drives me crazy, the passion that ignites within you, it burns within those sweet chocolate orbs, reddens those soft cheeks and tints that sweet little mouth cherry. Now tell me love where were you going?" He asks his own honey eyes scorching as he speaks of me making me stumble backwards but his arm wounds around my waist tugging me into his chest. His fiery gaze not moving from me as his hand moves to rest on my cloaked waist. His voice so unbearably cold, it makes me gulp the action not going unnoticed by Alaricus as his eyes stare at my pale exposed throat following the movement with his eyes. My chest constricts as I struggle to find words to calm his burning, but nothing comes to mind.

But as we stay silent, simply gazing at each other the wild fire in his eyes begins to dim, until it is completely diminished, and he sighs defeatedly.

"I don't blame you my love, it is my fault, if anything I expected this to happen long before, for how long could an angel stay within the hold of a monster without attempting to free herself." He said, his warm breath hitting my cold face, as he leaned close to me, his arm once again wounding it's way around my waist pressing me into him, a complete contradiction to his sweet words.

"But I wasn-" I start but he interrupts me again, and I begin to get frustrated.

"But this was careless, these forests aren't safe, I would expect better from you, you're intelligent and yet here you are with only enough food to last you a day, in the midst of dangerous woods wearing clothes that couldn't keep you warm for even one night." He tells me sternly and I nearly growl at him, did he not understand I wasn't trying to escape?

"Tell me my angel, what is it that I have done so wrong that you would endanger your very existence to rid yourself of me?" He asks, his voice strong, but his eyes break, allowing me to see the storm inside, the sadness he held within. The lonely man that hid behind the cover of the powerful man he seemed to be.

"Nothing." I tell him firmly but he shakes his head, taking my words the wrong way.

"I would do anything for you, absolutely anything, you are my world, my precious mate, I'm so sorry I can't give you what you desire most." He tells me sadly, his honey eyes, darkening in their sorrow, and my heart breaks as he looks up at me and I see they are missing their shine, his lip juts out in a slight pout, strands of his beautiful thick dark hair falling onto his forehead unruly. He looked like a sad broken child, a fallen King and I couldn't take seeing him like this.

I cupped his tan face into my small cold hands, slowly running my fingers over the slight stubble, I urged his head up, so that he would look at me, truly look at me. I wanted him to see me, to see my regret for making him hurt, to see that I was not trying to escape him. I couldn't escape him anymore, not when I saw him for what he truly was, a broken sad, lonely man who tried his best to please me, who was baring himself completely to me, allowing me to see a playful childish side of him not many people got to see. I leaned up so that my face was level with him, pressing a deep kiss to his cheek, I murmured softly against his smooth tan skin.

"I'm sorry." His eyes widened as he looked at me, melting back into the soft honey pools I had unknowingly come to adore.

"I shouldn't have been so harsh with you. Frank came to ask me to eat, and from him I learned that you hadn't eaten yet, I planned to apologize, and perhaps earn your forgiveness by bringing your meal out to you. We could eat together, only if you forgave me of course. I didn't make the meal, I really can't cook, or else I would have, but if that'll make you feel better I will." I ramble on and he looks down at me his eyes filled with amusement, as his lips twitch up into a small smile.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my love, but if it makes you feel better you are most definitely forgiven, but only if you will feed me the food that you brought." He says softly and I nod, eager to be forgiven before even considering his request, and as my frozen mind slowly processes his words my eyes widen, and he lets out a deep velvety chuckle at my reaction, the sound filling me with a warm feeling. His honey eyes crinkle sweetly as he laughs, deep dimples appearing in his tan cheeks, making him look much younger than he was.

"O-okay." I stutter awkwardly, and a small smile stays on his face, and I go to step away, but his smile drops, and he wraps his arms around me pulling me back into him.

"Forgive me for jumping to conclusions, I was merely upset, of course not because of you, I frustrate myself, and due to that I assumed the worst, can you forgive me angel?" He asks softly, one of his hands coming up to softly stroke my cold flushed cheek, causing a warm blush to appear on it, and his eyes fill with adoration. He leans forward, having to crouch considerably to reach my eye level, he slowly leans in pressing a soft kiss to my heated cheek, causing me to blush even more, as he keeps his lips against my skin, slowly starting to trail kisses down my cheek to my jaw, making me freeze completely as his warm tongue flicks out quickly licking the soft corner of my jaw, making me jump back. But his arms tighten around me as he nuzzles his face into my neck, and I tremble in his hold, my toes curling as his warm breath hits my cold skin.

"L-lets go?" I suggest softly, hoping for him to stop his intimate gestures, it was more than I could handle, his affection was even sweeter than what I had read in books, and that being my only experience, this was highly overwhelming.

"Why? I happen to quite like it here." He says softly, pulling away from my neck, only to rest his chin on my head.

"I-I'm overwhe- I mean I'm h-hungry, yes hungry." I say a flush colouring my cold cheeks as his eyes flash in amusement obviously catching onto my words, my coverup hadn't worked.

"For what my angel?" He asks softly, his eyes teasing and I let out a soft confused hum in response.

"I mean what would you like to eat?" He rephrases, and I awkwardly hold up the basket, and his eyes widen, he grabs it from me quickly.

"How rude of me, a lady carrying around a basket in my presence and I don't even offer my help." He murmurs mostly to himself, sounding more like a child scolding himself than a grown man.

"You must think so low of me." He says softly and I sigh, shaking my head.

"I most certainly do not." I tell him, and he raises an eyebrow at me.

"So what do you think of me?" He asks, his eyes lit up with mischief.

"T-that you're a great cook, and uh-nice." I offer awkwardly wanting to smack my head into a tree, I really should have taken more opportunities to be social.

"That's all?" He presses, his hand coming up to gently twirl a lock of my dark hair in his large hands.

"I-I also think that you're f-funny, good with children and y-you must be hungry." I say, now very tempted to plant my face into a tree, his appetite was all I could think of.

His eyes fill with amusement as he stares down at me and he quickly presses a kiss to my forehead, before grabbing my hand in his, he looks at me worriedly, all amusement gone.

"You're so cold." He says softly, his voice panicked.

"We must get back to the castle immediately." He says, gently urging me to walk, and I proceed, but apparently not fast enough for his tastes, as he suddenly whirls around, making me gasp at his speed. He bends, wrapping his arms under my knees and around my waist hoisting me up into his arms. He gently offers the basket to me, and I grab it from him still too shocked to speak, or even form an opinion. He presses me to his warm chest, and my frozen mind begins to thaw, my cheeks colouring at his actions, and my eyes widen in embarrassment.

"A-Alaricus, please let me down, I can walk." I say, and his eyes glint with gold as I say his name, but he looks down at me gruffly, he pulls me closer to his chest, cradling me gently to him.

"My body heat will keep you warm." He says, and I bite into my lip, the heat was quite pleasant, and it was getting awfully cold. I shake my head slightly trying to clear my thoughts.

"I have a jacket Alaricus, this, this is inappropriate." I tell him, and he looks down at me, slight amusement in his eyes, mixed with incredulous irony.

"Me allowing my sweet little mate to catch a cold, while she adorably tried to organize me an apology picnic, now that would be inappropriate." He says, and I huff stubbornly, and his eyes soften, as he lowly mutters in his deep velvety voice.

"So beautiful."

I purposely keep from looking into his intense honey gaze, even though I feel it trailed on my face, but I can't help the way my cheeks colour at his words, the rosy pink of my cheeks telling him how his words affected me.

"I love it when you blush, it leaves me breathless." He murmurs softly to me, and I bite into my lip trying to keep from blushing even more, and he grins softly down at me, hoisting me up, even closer to him. He continues walking through the trees as if my extra weight does not bother him at all. The warmth of his chest, seeps through my clothing slowly warming my skin, and as I begin to grow tired I subconsciously snuggle into his warmth.

He leans down to mumble softly into my ear, his warm breath blowing against my cold skin

"Meum miraculum."

A/N

I really should have been doing math, but this was a lot more fun, I hope you guys like it! This update was only this fast because I've been slacking and I felt inspired but I can't promise more updates this quick but I will try to keep on schedule, have a nice night lovelies.