Rejected Luna Queen

Nolan’s POV

I woke up the next morning with a small, involuntary smile tugging at my lips. I haven’t woken up feeling this light in forever. I can’t remember the last time.

The remnants of a peaceful night’s sleep clung to me, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a sense of calm. And I’d like to keep it this way for a long time too.

Stretching lazily, I made my way to the bathroom to shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of the previou ‘s stress and exhaustion.

I lingered in the shower longer than usual, the steam enveloping me in a comforting embrace. I tilt my head back and allow the water to cascade down my body.

My thoughts drifted to Nesta, and I couldn’t help but replay the moments we had shared the night before. The way she had smiled with those lit up green eyes like the finest jade.

Despite my overwhelming desire to stay by her side, I hadn’t joined her in the bed, uncertain of how she would feel about it. I want to let her set the pace this time around.

But the way she had looked at me before I left had suggested she wouldn’t have minded my presence. Maybe next time. I told myself.

After getting dressed, I felt a renewed sense of determination to see her again. I made my way to Nesta’s room, expecting to find her still resting.

To my surprise, the room was empty. A quick scan around the space showed no sign of her, and a pang of worry shot through me. I turned to Maria, who was busy tidying up.

“Maria, have you seen Nesta?” I asked, trying to keep the concern out of my voice. Maria looked up, momentarily startled. “No, Your Highness. I haven’t seen her this morning.”

Frowning, I thanked her and left the room. My mind raced as I considered where she could have gone. She isn’t that much stable on her feet, is she?

I checked the garden, hoping she might be enjoying the morning air, but she wasn’t there. My anxiety grew with each passing moment, but then a thought struck me. The art room.

With quickened steps, I headed towards the art room. The thought of Nesta immersed in her art brought a sense of relief.

I reached the door and knocked gently. There was a moment of day Here ar soft voice called out, “juu a moment, please

I waited patiently, my curiosity piqued. What was the working on ta te dhe want me to see immediately? Or she didn’t know 1 was the one standing tee Probably. Figures.

After a few moments, she called out, “You can come in non

monn,

I pushed the door open and stepped inside Nesta was there, booking more radtact than I had seen her in days. It looks like more than the pregnacy fox, te’s glowing still

She had closed some of her art, covering the canvases with thers, and 1 condit help but feel a surge of curiosity, What had been working on so diligently

“Good morning” I said, trying to keep my tone light and caval.

“Good morning” she replied, her smile genuine but tinged with a hint d

something I couldn’t quite place.

“I’ve been looking for you, I admitted. “I was worried when I couldn’t find you in your room or the garden”

She chuckled softly. “I’m sorry. I just needed to dear my head and thoughs painting would help”

I nodded, my eyes drifting to the covered canvases. “What have you been working on?”

Nesta’s smile faltered slightly, and she glanced at the hidden art. Just some pieces… personal things”

I felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly pushed it aside. “Would you mind showing me some of them?”

She hesitated, her eyes searching mine for a moment before she nodded “Maybe later, when I’m ready”

I accepted her response with a nod, understanding that some things needed time. “I’d like that.”

For now, I was content just to be in her presence, knowing she was safe and well The art room was her sanctuary, a place where she could express herself freely, and I respected that.

I made a mental note to spend more time here, with her, to support her in any way I could. I mean, I made the room for her to make sure of that

As we stood there, the sun streaming through the windows, I felt a sense of peace Whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. And for now, that was enough.

1 Svend myself unable to tear my eyes away from Nesta as she painted. She moved with a gran and forms that was mesmerising

Dery brushstroke was precise, every thick of her wrist deliberate. She hasn’t taken classes whatever but she looks like the most perfect artist I’ve ever known. She had a way of sticking her tongue out to the side of her cheek while narrowing Her eyes in concentration, an endearing quirk that made my heart race. The room was filled with the scent of paint and the soft sound of her brush geinst the canvas. Nesta was in her element, completely absorbed in her work. Her hands were covered in various hues, and even a few smudges had made their * on her the

She was a vision of chaotic beauty, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why it was such a turn–on. Why are pants suddenly so tight around my hips?

The more I watched her, the more aroused I became. The sight of her, so focused and determined was doing things to me that I couldn’t control.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

wasn’t just her physical beauty; it was the passion she poured into her art. I cannot tell what it is she was drawing, just a bunch of colours that hasn’t taken since yet

It was the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the way her lips parted sightly as she lost herself in the colours and shapes

Her hands moved with such precision, yet there was an underlying sensuality to ber movements. The way she held the brush, the way her fingers danced over the canvas, left me gelbound

I shined uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing desire pooling in my core. This is not the time or place for such things but you can’t control nature.

I took a deep breath, attempting to steady my racing heart. But every time I glanced at her, the arousal flared anew. I just hope she won’t be able to smell it from where she stood. That’d be embarrassing

Her paint–covered hands, the smudges on her cheek, the determined set of her av–everything about her in this moment was driving me wild.

She was so immersed in her world, so completely unaware of the effect she was having on me.

1 med to focus on something else, anything else, but my gaze kept drifting back to Iber

There was something incredibly intimate about watching her create, something that made me feel connected to her in a way I couldn’t explain.

I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to feel the paint on her skin and lose myself in her passion.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to s n control. This was Nesta’s space, her sanctuary, and I couldn’t intrude. But damn, it was hard to resist.

I watched her as she worked, every movement, every breath, heightening my desire. Or maybe it is the fit she was wearing? Just simple Jean shorts and a tank top that showed her cute baby bump.

Fuck. How was it possible that something as simple as painting could be such a major turn–on? Yet here I was, struggling to keep my composure, completely captivated by the woman before me.

The air in the room seemed to thicken with unspoken tension, a tangible reminder of the attraction simmering just beneath the surface.

I clenched my fists, trying to rein in my thoughts. I had to focus, to be here for her without letting my arousal get in the way. But it was a losing battle.

All I could think about was how much I wanted her, how much I needed her. And for now, all I could do was watch, captivated by her beauty and her passion.