章節 18: My story (chapter 17)
I knew he was going to ask me. I could tell he was a tiny bit jealous of Drake and the way he is with me. But I like that he is more respectful, better. I turn to him as I know he desperately wants to know. He is so handsome I quiver with my words. The moon is high and the tournament is starting soon. But we need this.
"When I was younger father took me and Ryan out to the village. It was some kind of celebration so me and Ryan were in our best clothes. I remember hearing in the distance a girl crying and shrieking for mercy. We ditched the celebration and ran from our father and went to where the voice was coming from. Some men were harassing this girl. It made me sick to my stomach so I obliterated them using the dark forces. The girl stood up and said 'WHAT THE FUCK?' I was so surprised I didn't know what to do. Then I looked at her hand and I saw 3 nice pocket watches and a knife. I saw that she was robbing them whilst she pretended she was innocent. She was going to kill them after she had gotten what she wanted. That girl was Isla."
He is intrigued and amused at this story.
"A boy runs from the corner with 8 pocket watches and cursing me and Ryan for sabotaging their operation. I was in deeeep shock. And all Ryan could do was laugh. We became friends from that moment. They didn't know we were royals they just thought we were snobby rich people. So they cursed us. It was refreshing from all the fake smiles. From that moment me and Ryan would sneak out to meet them. We became best friends till this day. But Drake...his life was hard. His eldest brother would beat him for anything. One time broke his collar bone. His mother was abusive and a prostitute so he hated going home. He found comfort with us, And me. I love him, but I was never IN LOVE with him...."
Damien didn't speak. He didn't ask any more questions. But he was more comfortable than before. I took comfort in that.
"I'm sorry." He looked at me. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." He put his hand on top of mine and kissed my forehead. I instantly melted internally. He cared. He really did. I pulled away from his magnetic presence. He knew most about me. But still I knew nothing about him.
"So it's your turn Prince Lucent. Now I get to ask you." I smiled in excitement.
"Go ahead. Do your worst."
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"Tell me anything and everything!" Putting my hand under my chin waiting for his story I dangle one leg off the side of the cliff.
He laughs at my anticipation and takes both my hands in his.
"Well I was born in a family where your life is set out for you. Grow up, lead the country and persue tradition, marry a princess." i smiled at that last one.
"But that was never me- ruleing I mean!...Father wouldn't stand for giving the throne to my sister. Now I don't mind ruling, but father doesn't believe in my ideals. He thinks tradition can never be wrong. Me on the other hand, think tradition needs to fuck off because if we don't change our ways then how can we develop as a Kingdom? I walk the streets of Haydren and I see poverty and death. If Haydren is such a strong kingdom we should be able to provide for our People. It should be our top priority, not balls or parties. It should be our People. I grew up in a place where the rich were wealthy and the poor were forgotten. My mother is blind. And that hurt our family. But my father tool it out on us as if we were to blame. It has gotten better as I have gotten older. But he never seems satisfied with whatever I do. But I don't care about his approval anymore. I need to do this on my own." The recalling of his father created pain in him. Nothing could cover this wound. "when I was young," he continued "I wanted to help everyone with anything they wanted and I had the power to do so." He says looking at his hand. "And I did, I gave them food, proper shelter and clothes that actually covered their bodies. Buy father didn't approve he said people would have to work for what they got. And if they couldn't get it then they are better off dead" He started unbuttoning his shirt. "And he gave me this as a reminder for the lesson he taught." Along his chest was a long scar like a bear had attacked him. I traced my finger over it. I had never seen such a bad wound because if you ever have such a wound you should be dead. "I Am a PRINCE of Haydren, meaning I have expectations that need to be met. I can't meet them. Because if I ever do, I'd rather be dead." He looks lost in thought. He was really passionate about the prosper of his people. But he had lost the will to reason with his father. There was a single tear that I got rid of before he saw. "When my own father gave me this scar, I was ashamed that I could not fight hard enough to defend myself. I trained until I passed out. I trained and trained and I became the best warrior in Hayren. I became a warrior of the Blaze and respect from my father. When I am king I will change things." I smiled and he looked at me.
"And you, hopefully as my queen, will rule by my side as equals." He looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders as he spoke spilling his emotions and every thought he had locked up since he was young. I'm glad he shared them with me.
"We need to do this more often." He said and we both laughed as it was true. His hand moved from mine as he cupped my cheek stroking my lips. His golden eyes quivered as he searched mine. He leaned in and the moment felt right. The moon high and the water flowing, it was perfect. I leaned in and our lips met in the middle. Revenge was sweet but this kiss was sweeter. Temptation had gotten the best of us. He was strong but gentle as his hands knotted in my hair. I placed my hand on his chest his heart beating so fast. He was enjoying this just as much as I was. It was gentle but I swear I saw colours flying as I closed my eyes allowing myself to feel the extent of his magic as he now worked them upon my neck. He let out quiet moans of pleasure as he made his way down until his hot, soft lips were restricted by my clothing. He kissed me again but stronger this time, more longing, lustful. I grabbed his blonde hair and tied them in my hands never wanting to let go. I love him. I really do. Making this that much better...The air was no longer provided with the sound of our pleasure but instead replaced with the echo of a blood curdling drum. The tournament! It's about to begin.
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