Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King

Chapter 4

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take his e

ing into her, waiting for her to keel over. He was waiting for

her arms crossed. She felt fine. A little

only sound was the hu

in from his body. It was not the antibiotics. Those would take hours to do their work. It was sheer exhaustion, the cat

oped. His head

lost consciou

ed the ring off his thumb, his weakened fingers struggling with the weight of the gold. The motion cost h

the size of a grape. It caught the lamplig

d onto the rug at her fee

whisper. "In advance. We will settle the

d to the side,

oom fell

ong moment. Then, she leaned

t her fingers, and the ruby was a deep, vivid red. She had grown

is was

crest. Two eagles, facing opposite directions, their talons intertwined

t skippe

gle motif before, in a catalog from Christie's, years ago. It had been associated with some mi

shaking as she typed in the passcode. She opened the browse

esults loade

The headline read: "The Lost Monarch's Proof: The

the exact same ring. The article detailed the history of the piece, describing

y slipped from

ping in her bed. She looke

one could fake this. No one could steal a thirty-

was also a living, breathing treasure chest. The police would lock him in a psych ward, the ring would disappear into an evidence locker, and she would be

y looking for the first time. Without the snarling aggression, his fac

oot of the bed and draped it over his che

tim anymore. She

the ring safely in her pocket, and be

y. Ethelgar

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Taming My Time-Traveling Lover in My Bed: The Savage King

Winnie Suchoff Modern

“I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king. A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat. He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars. I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes. The bed was a time portal. The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma. "I can give you more wealth than you can imagine." So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.”