Page 120 of The Wild Prince's Favorite
“Ki-... Kisoo.”
Alezya chuckled.
“Kiitso,” she exaggerated the pronunciation.
“Kisto,” he nodded.
“No. Kii-tso.”
At least they both struggled equally with pronunciation. His language used a lot more throat, while hers was about putting the accent in the right place and using her tongue more.
“Kiitso. What does that mean?”
“Thank you,” she said, glad she had learned his way of saying it from Lorey.
“Oh. Kiitso.”
She smiled.
At least now, they could converse in complete sentences, and she could make herself understood for the most essential things. She still lacked a lot of vocabulary whenever the subject drifted into anything different and more complex, but she was relieved to have established some solid foundations for learning.
“I’m hungry,” she admitted after a while, as they had both skipped breakfast and spent all morning chatting on his bed.
“Do you want meat?”
“There is more meat?”
Kassein smiled and quickly left the shelter, wholly unbothered by the snowstorm. She grimaced as he ventured into the cold, wrapping the blankets tighter around her.
She was curious to know if anyone else from their clan was out there despite the horrid weather.
“Youtaniyenare built differently,” she told Kein through the fabric, using their word for dragon.
Kein answered with a faint growl that sounded almost like a snort.
Alezya smiled. To think she had been absolutely terrified of the orange dragon only a week ago... Now, she found its presence almost reassuring, just like when those men had harassed her, and she knew they wouldn’t dare do a thing while she was with the dragon.
She got up and, while waiting for Kassein, cleaned herself a bit, changed into one of the outfits that she could find, a large shirt that was probably Kassein’s but was so big for her it covered her down to her knees and elbows, and gave a large opening that showed her shoulders a bit.
When Kassein came back, she was back on the bed, combing her hair, her lap covered by one of the fur blankets.
“Meat soup,” he said, raising two bowls.
He might not mind the cold, but his hair and shoulders were funnily covered by half an inch of snow, and all his clothes looked wet.
He put the bowls he had covered with a piece of fabric on the bedside table and went to wipe up the now-melted snow off hisshoulders, putting Alezya through some silent torture as she had to watch, from afar, all of his glorious and wet torso.
She had never gone throat-dry because of some male body before, but apparently, Kassein had that power over her. So much so that she had to reach out for some more hot water and avert her gaze, desperate to contain the blushing that threatened to expose her.
She had it mildly under control when he came to sit on the bed, his abs flexing as he sat down and handed her the bowl. It was still hot by some miracle, and she wondered how he’d managed that. Still, Alezya didn’t wait and immediately went for her favorite chunky bits.
They ate in silence, but it didn’t feel awkward at all. Instead, it was almost comfortable, with the both of them bundled in the warmth of this place while the cold blew outside. Alezya guessed the storm had calmed a bit because the wind wasn’t as loud, and she could hear Kein’s snores more often.
“Kassein.”
He lifted his eyes from his bowl, and she wiped some of the soup off the corner of his lips.
Kassein let out a faint sigh, put his bowl aside, and quickly grabbed her hand, pulling Alezya onto his lap. Her empty bowl got knocked off the bed, but neither cared.
