Ileus: The Dark Prince

Chapter 689  Example

Two months later.

Evening autumn breeze tossed her hair around her face. Olivia tucked her strands behind her ears. Kaizan and Olivia were walking in the groves as they overlooked a group of servants who were plucking the oranges from the trees and winding up. Paige had settled rather fast and Kaizan wondered if she ever was really in love with Ara. The last time he saw her brooding was a month back. Nate had taken a wonderful decision to hand her the family business of groves. The girl was so occupied that she rarely had time to think of anything else.

A smile curled his lips up, when Paige tugged her sleeve from a thorn and it slit. She muttered a curse and then focused back. He had rested his hand on Olivia's hips as she waved at Paige. Paige wasn't allowing Olivia to take the burden of the business for now because of her pregnancy even though Olivia was fit and fine and wanted to take care of things. The two girls had come to a beautiful understanding. Olivia loved the way Paige treated her. According to her, Paige was very patient with her.

"Why are you doing this Kaizan?" Olivia whined. She hated to see Darla leaving Silver Vales. The king had transferred Aidan to the south kingdom a month back. He was promoted as a General, because the previous General had died.

Kaizan squeezed her hip with his hand. "It wasn't me who gave the orders, love. It is the king."

"I know, but why don't you ask him to revoke the orders!" Olivia cried. "I will miss Darla so much! I hardly have any friends here."

Kaizan brought his hand to her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Aidan has got a great chance to be the General of the southern states. It would be detrimental for him if I stop him from going. Additionally, he is eager to go. It is a big jump for him!"

"But he is a Mozia. He is not even a werewolf," Olivia protested. Darla hadn't joined Aidan so far because she was still packing up and there was a lot of winding to do.

"Isn't that a better thing? He is well loved by werewolves and wizards. Draoidh and Silver Vales are a close-knit community."

Olivia pursed her lips and looked away. Kaizan stopped and turned Olivia to face him. He put her hands on her shoulders and said, "I know that you will miss Darla, but you cannot and you should not be an impediment in anyone's progress for your selfish reasons. Aidan deserves the post. How can you stop him?"

Olivia blinked her eyes as guilt flickered across her face. Her cheeks became a pale pink. "I don't want to—"

Kaizan placed a finger on her lips. "I understand your emotions, love. However, in matters of the kingdom, our emotions carry a little meaning. Didn't you see what happened in the case of Paige? King Dmitri didn't even think twice when he removed Paige from her position despite the fact that he is my father's close friend."

Swallowing down the thick emotions, Olivia nodded. "But it worked out in Paige's favor…"

"That is beside the point," he said and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his chest. "I guess I am becoming overly emotional with my pregnancy."

"Heck no!" Kaizan replied as he tucked her head under his chin. "You are my favorite kind of pregnancy."

She chuckled. "You are just biased."

"Any reasons for me to be not biased?" He stroked her hair down to her back. "How are my babies doing today? Did you feed them well?"

"If I don't feed them well, your mother makes sure that they are fed well!" she let out an exasperated sigh. "At the speed she feeds me, I will become a fat cow soon and would remain one after the kids are born. Olivia had gained weight. Her breasts were heavier. her tummy had protruded a little and her hips were rounder. Something which Kaizan clearly enjoyed.

"Well, what can I say?" Kaizan answered with a smile. "You are my favorite kind of cow." His chest swelled with pride.

Smack.

He looked down at the angered wife. She had pulled away and smacked him across the chest. "I am not fat. Still!" she blurted, clenching her teeth.

At first, he didn't know where he went wrong. Then he added, "No, no, girl, you got me wrong. I said, you are going to be my favorite kind of cow even after your delivery."

"What the hell!" she backed away from him, narrowing her eyes. "I do not resemble a cow. And I won't resemble one even after I have delivered!"

Kaizan was at a complete loss of words. How did the conversation steer away from Aidan and Darla to being a fat cow? "I didn't say you will be. Maybe I did… No! What I mean is that you will be my preferred kind of a cow, no matter what."

And Olivia stomped her way to the manor. He stared behind her, too scared to even explain himself. Fury rose in his chest for complicating his words. His wife was getting overly emotional. Scratching his head and keeping one hand on his waist, he looked at Paige who was watching the two of them with a grin.

"What the hell are you grinning for?" he growled when she came near him.

"I am hungry. Let's go in and have dinner!" Paige replied and held her brother's hand. Even she didn't know how to pacify her sister-in-law. Olivia was so sentimental these days that she had asked her to take more rest. That way Paige avoided most such fights.

After dinner, Kaizan found himself with Ileus in the palace in the living room. Anastasia was with the children in the nursery after which Adrianna had called her to the library for a meeting with the councilmen to chart her calendar for the month.

"Man, what did I say?" Kaizan shook his head. He held a flute in his hand giving confusing looks to Ileus.

"You basically called her a cow, and a fat one!" Ileus replied remembering his time when Anastasia was pregnant. "Women don't like when you say that. My experience!" He lifted his glass. "Women are very touchy. So be careful. If you have to call them a cow, then you have to add that I love you."

"What you mean?" Kaizan asked, dipping his chin.

"Simple. Just say that you look fat, but I love you." Ileus' smile at this example was a smug one. "Or say you are fat, but you are beautiful. That way you convey your meaning also." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Is that so?" Anastasia's voice came from behind. "In that case, you look like a pigeon, but I love you darling," she said and pressed a kiss on his temple.

"Pigeon!" Ileus almost shouted. "Girl, love me or don't love me. I am a—"

"Peacock?" Anastasia completed his sentence. "But I love you." She blew a kiss at him.

"I am not a peacock!"

She patted him on his head and then went to the bar to pour herself a glass of wine as he stared at her, his golden eyes, fiery.