Even though I retained the position of Commander of the Protectorate warriors, Krin now served as my right hand in space instead of by my side.
Though I couldn’t help but feel wistful about having to rule from the planet, the thought of sharing the wonders and magic of Alaran space with Grace brought a sense of hope to my heart.
34
Grace
THE DOOR SLID OPEN, revealing Trex waiting alone outside the infirmary. In a single, careful stride, he enveloped me in his embrace.
“Have you been here waiting the whole time?” I asked with a cocked brow and a grin.
Trex grinned. “Rekna only mentioned that I needed to depart from the infirmary. Are you free to go?”
I put my hands out to the side. “All done. No more implant.”
He put a hand to my abdomen. “Does it hurt? Are you in any pain?”
I shook my head. “No. I feel fine, but Rekna says I have to take it easy for a couple of days. He said no intercourse with you for at least two rotations.”
Trex grunted his disapproval.
“Afraid so,” I grinned.
Trex leaned down and picked me up bridal style.
“I can walk.”
His chest rumbled, and he continued to walk.
I chuckled. “Where are we going?”
“Oursuite. We have a lot to discuss.”
I leaned against his chest.
“Discuss? That’s all?” I teased. “He saidnointercourse.Notno sex. There is still a lot we can do.” I gave him a coquettish grin. His eyes shifted down to me and his lip curled up in one corner before he picked up his pace.
There were two palace guards who saluted when we approached Trex’s suite.
Oursuite now.
It amazed me that so much had happened in such a short time, yet I felt as if I’d known Trex all my life.
When the door shut behind us, Trex continued through to the massive kingly bedroom with the largest wooden bed I’ve ever seen.
The room was draped in colorful tapestries and paintings.
The bedding was silky and the bed luxuriously soft as he placed me on it.
It surprised me when Trex sat on the bed and pulled me into his lap.
With one hand on my thigh, he threaded his fingers through my hair, then kissed my temple, giving me a contemplative gaze.
“Grace, I want to tell you something that I should have told you before.”
I ran my fingers along his forearm on my thigh. “What is it?”
“I know I made a mess of things by not telling you who I was earlier.
