"Forgive me, but I need to leave you for a while, milady. The Great Theos is calling for me," King Leandro informed Aisha. Regret could be visibly seen in his lavender eyes.
A muscle on his jaw clenched as he fought his overwhelming urge to stay and know more about his new acquisition.
King Leandro and Aisha were nearing the Castle Gates when The Great Theos called on Leandro through extra sensory perception.
King Leandro has no choice but to submit, being the chosen King of Gaea.
The sun was already setting, and the torches were being lighted throughout the Castle walls. Draco slowly landed, as not to frighten the female human at his back.
"No sweat! Take your time, your Majesty!" Aisha quickly replied in a bubbly voice. But one would not be mistaken that she was nervous as she quivered.
She didn't even cast a glance at him as she firmly clutched on one of Draco's horns. She didn't want to go down!
Her heart still hasn't moved on from almost kissing the King just a few minutes ago! She drew in a deep breath as she felt her stomach rolling.
"No way, Aisha! Get a hold of yourself. You know what happened with Jake! Besides, you have no idea what this King is going to do to you," She scolded herself for her forbidden desire.
She decided to focus her attention on the Castle's structure instead. Her lovely autumn eyes widened in horror as she beheld the King's abode.
Gaea was like a beautiful painting using the 160 colors in a Crayola box. But this is like just using the color gray and black.
"I-I didn't expect it like this," She uttered as she bit her lips. Her wary eyes roamed around her colossal prison cell.
Everywhere she looked was walls as high as the tallest skyscrapers in the metropolis. And there were no streets going out of it and into the countryside!
She put her small, feeble arms around Draco's gigantic head and leaned her head on him. "Please don't leave me here. Please take me with you," she begged him in a whisper.
"What would I expect? The people here are giants. I looked like a snail in a large aquarium in this place," Aisha continued to mutter to herself.
"You better get used to it," King Leandro responded to her obvious disliking in a rough voice.
In one quick move, he put his well-built arm around her small waist, pulling her to his left, making Aisha slide to it.
"Wait!" Aisha blurted out. But since King Leandro was stronger than her, her slender back involuntarily shifted to lean on it.
Her hands flew in the air, unconsciously coiling themselves unto the King's broad shoulders for support.
King Leandro's other hand lifted her silky smooth legs until her whole body was now limp in his muscular arms.
With her fluttering eyelashes and mouth gaped open, she lifted her surprised face to King Leandro.
He was also gazing at her. His exotic amethyst eyes blazed with an inner torch. With their nearness, she could feel his thumping heartbeat. Her dainty little nose turned up as she smelled his masculine scent.
His warmth penetrated through his robe that was draped over her, making her body instinctively snuggle to him.
Her sparkling brandy eyes darted to his throat as it moved up and down.
One could only hear pounding heartbeats until he was distracted by something that made him look up at the sky.
Aisha looked up, too. But she saw nothing, except the rising moon, announcing the time of night.
"I better be going. The Great Theos is waiting for me," He commanded in a hoarse voice with a hint of dismay.
In one swift move, he moved to one side of the Draco as if he was ready to jump to the ground.
Aisha immediately shut her eyes as their position was like a two-story building. How could he possibly leap down?
She was expecting that they would come down with a huge force. But they did not.
It seemed that the King flew from Draco's back to the ground as his feet lightly touched the floor.
"Greetings, your Majesty," the Castle servants paid their respect to their King as they lined up on one side, all bowing down to him.
Aisha quickly opened her eyes and darted them to the servants. She was still in the arms of the King, and her hands were still curled up around his sculpted neck.
Her long black hair dangled back, flowing through the King's toned, rock-hard chest as they were exposed with his robe covering her nakedness.
She quickly went down on her bare feet and fixed herself. To her amazement, the servants did not look like humans, either.
They have the shape of a human with two hands and feet. But they have furry ears that are sticking up their head, whiskers on their faces and tails sticking out of their behind.
They were wearing clothes that made it look like they were from the Medieval Age with their long gowns and tunics.
"Your Majesty," One of them bowed down to the King and offered him a camel hair's coat and a king's robe.
He seemed to be the butler in the place, as he was wearing a more decent piece of clothing than the rest.
The King swiftly put them on and introduced her. "This is Lady Aisha. She would be staying with us from now on," His voice bellowed through the Castle grounds, declaring his authoritative command on everyone living.
All the people in the Castle seemed to have heard him, as they all stopped what they were doing and kneeled down. "Greetings, Lady Aisha. Welcome to the Castle."
The Castle seemed to hold almost five hundred dwellers including the other lords, knights, friars, women and children. And they were creatures from different tribes and species.
The King then faced her and gave his last command. "Lord Emilio will accompany you. I will get back at once. Wait for me until then," he gave an order that no mortal could refuse, making her head bow down to him in response.
Though she has no idea what her fate would be in this Grand Castle where there seemed to be no human that could understand her.
Her supple hand clutched her heaving chest as she watched him ride Draco again and flew in the starless sky under the light of the full moon.
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"Good evening, my lady," Lord Emilio bowed down to Aisha, distracting her from her thoughts.
Aisha quickly swiveled back to face the person who spoke behind her back. As she did so, her dainty hand flew to cup her jaw-dropped mouth.
He was one of those beings that she saw in the forest! And now that she saw him up close, she noticed that he looked more human than the rest.
He looked normal from top to toe. He was even ravishing, with his curly blonde that goes to his broad shoulders.
He was also wearing a forest green linen coat lined with expensive sable fur. Everything about him appeared like he was a handsome Lord of some fairy tale kingdom, except that he has a huge set of pearly wings.
King Leandro has already left the Castle with Draco. But before he did so, he entrusted her to Lord Emilio.
He said he needed to be somewhere where she could not come. He has no choice but to leave her behind. The sun has already set, and it would be safer if she stayed inside.
"A-are you an angel?" she curiously asked as she lifted her point finger to touch his wings.
"I have worn a pair of angel wings before in one of my modeling gigs. And they were quite heavy. I almost tripped while walking on the runway," she chuckled to herself, as she tried to calm her nervousness.
Lord Emilio's eyes widened in surprise, perhaps because of her straightforwardness. He immediately looked at the servants. They were still there, awaiting their command.
"Maybe you could call me that," Lord Emilio nodded his head with an awkward smile as he allowed Aisha to touch his wings.
"I am Lord Emilio, at your service. I came from the Nephilus Clan, and I am one of the King's most trusted Watchmen," he bowed down to her again.
"Nephilus Clan? Is it like the Nephilims? The fallen angels from heaven?" Aisha asked with her eyebrows knitted together.
"I heard about it during one of my mythology classes. It's funny now that I remembered it. I wasn't usually listening to my teachers back then," she continued to babble on, releasing the tension she was feeling inside.
At her statement, Lord Emilio's wary eyes darted to the other servants, who were still in a kneeling position at that time.
Now they were starting to look at one another with a questioning look on their faces.
Lord Emilio drew in a deep breath. "Leave us, please. Except you, Rosalia," He ordered them, making them scramble up to their feet and left.
Rosalia went beside Lord Emilio and made a curtsy, "My lord, my lady."
Rosalia appeared like the servants on their knees a while ago. But she looked more human than them.
Her long wavy chestnut hair covered her cat-like ears. In place of her whiskers were cute brown freckles. And she was wearing a long white gown with a moss sleeveless tunic.
"Hello, Rosalia! I'm Aisha," She extended her hand to shake hers. Her face radiating with a warm countenance.
Since high school, she has loved meeting new people. And Rosalia seemed to be a nice person. Though now she didn't know if she was like her friends who were acting nicely but were actually fake, or not.
She was expecting her to reach out and shake her hand. But instead, she bowed to her and kissed her hand, making Aisha chortle.
"You don't have to do that. It's just the three of us here, girl. Come here," She pressed on her shoulders with a gleeful smile on her face and kissed both her cheeks, to the horror of Rosalia.
Her beetle red face turned towards Lord Emilio, who was shaking his head. Rosalia stepped backward, her head still bowed.
"Wait, what did I do wrong? We're just being friendly," Aisha scratched her head in wonder.
Lord Emilio cleared his throat and explained to her. "It is not customary in our land to kiss each other on the cheeks as greetings, especially between nobles and servants, my lady," he said in a kind and concerned voice.
"I would suggest that we stick to our tradition so the Gaeans would not consider you as a threat," He added before stepping backward and bowing her head.
Then he swiveled and pointed his arm to an entryway on their left, which would take her to the Apartment for the Lords and Ladies of the house.
"A threat? What could I possibly do to anyone here?" Aisha replied. But she walked forward to where his hand was pointing.
Lord Emilio walked in front of him while Rosalia was at her back. Both held a torch in their hands.
The entryway took them to narrow stoned stairs along the insides of the walls that led them to her Chamber. The cold wind whistled through the crack in the walls, making her shiver.
Recalling that she was naked under the King's robe, she immediately rubbed herself warm.
Rosalia seemed to quickly notice it as she excused herself, "With your permission, my lord and my lady. I would ask the butler for more wood in the fireplace, so my lady would feel warm."
"Most certainly, Rosalia," Lord Emilio quickly replied.
As soon as Rosalia left, Lord Emilio turned into the right, leading to a hallway with four wooden doors.
He guided her to the largest one. But before she entered, he looked at the left and right before he spoke again.
"You are the first female human that King Leandro allowed within the boundaries of the Castle, my lady. The people here honor traditions. Something that goes against the norms is already a threat to them," He oriented her with a stern look in his eyes.
"But why did King Leandro bring me here? I don't want to cause trouble to anyone," Aisha replied, bothered about what she has learned.
Perhaps he saw the anxiety in her countenance. Lord Emilio's tone shifted to a lighter one as he responded, "Don't worry, my lady. Rosalia will help you learn our culture. I'm sure you will see it to your liking."
"Meaning, I will act prim and proper, all ladylike in front of everybody?" Aisha grumbled as she gazed at her form.
Her parents had already tried molding her. But even they, gave up. She was too free-spirited to be stuck in a closet. It may be the reason why they were displeased with her.
Her face must have continued to reflect the dismay at her unfortunate state under the light of the lamp. Lord Emilio tried another statement to cheer her up.
"Maybe perhaps King Leandro brought you here because he believes you to be The Chosen One," a thin smile edged his lips, probably hoping she would be thrilled about it.
Then he opened the door of her Chamber, inviting her to go inside.
The room looked like a chamber of a princess!
Her eyes lit up as she felt enthralled by the place where she would be staying.
However, she would not let Lord Emilio go without telling her more about her demise.
"Wait, what do you mean by The Chosen One?" Aisha asked before Lord Emilio closed the door.
Her heart pounded in her chest as it sounded too scary for her.
To her dismay, Lord Emilio opted not to tell her by clamping his lips and replied, "It is best to know it from the King himself."
Then he closed the door that separates her Chamber from the other parts of the Castle.
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The bird that would soar above the level of traditions and prejudice must have strong wings.
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