Page 13 of The Dark Elf's Surprise Baby

You should order her dresses made of pure silk. She would look devastating in them,I think to myself.

I make a mental note not to forget this. I know that Harper still thinks of herself as a servant.

She would never expect such an extravagant gift.

I am calmer now that I am thinking of her and gifts I could get her. I love her, and showering her with all the beauties that Protheka has to offer brings me joy.

I sit down in one of the large armchairs next to the window. I sit there and think about the next expedition.

The next war.

We will be traveling North, destroying the enemy camps and bases of the orcs who plot against us.

The camps of the dirty beasts are popping up more and more often. Wiping them and their kind out is the only way for us dark elves to live in peace.

That is what my commanding officer says anyway.

This expedition could take a week. Or it could take six months. There is also no guarantee that I will come back in one piece. Or alive.

The orcs have been getting smarter and smarter. I have been examining the strategic moves they have made over the last few months.

Their moves rival the ones I would have made.

At least I have two weeks before this expedition starts. That gives me two weeks with Harper.

Two weeks in which I can cement our life together.

When the sun has risen some more, I go out to the hallway. I wait for one of the servants to pass by and request that breakfast be served within the hour.

She bobs her head obediently, a blush spreading over her face.

I realize then that the gown I am wearing is only loosely tied.

“Shit.” I almost burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

I think it is time to wake Harper,I tell myself.

She is still deeply asleep, but must sense me coming up to her, because she rolls onto her back.

Harper opens her eyes, looking at me, and I become lost in her bright hazel eyes as I always do.

“Good morning,” her voice is still sleepy. “How did you sleep?” She sits up and I kiss her.

“I have never had a better night’s sleep.” I murmur against her lips.

Then, slipping my hands around her waist, I lift her into my arms.

She shrieks with laughter as I cradle her against me. Harper kisses my forehead and both my cheeks before leaning in to kiss me again.

I put her down and admire her perfect form as she scrambles for her gown. I swat her behind lightly and she laughs again.

“What are we doing?” Harper asks me curiously.

Breakfast won’t be ready just yet – I know the servants will be preparing a full breakfast.

But I have a different activity in mind. I take Harper’s hand in mine and lead her through to the other end of my large bedroom.

There are a set of double doors there and as through it, I can hear running water. The room was prepared early this morning, and Harper gasps as we walk in.

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