Aria
I keep slamming on the window, till it all of its glass is shattered leaving just its rims. I heave as I look at my broken window hoping father has not come back yet.
I swallow hard as I walk back to my bed grabbing the knife. I go back to my window, undoing the knots till all the knots are undone, and the rims fall off.
I celebrate my little achievement in silence, before steadily climbing out. I eventually jump off at the other side.
I exhale deeply, looking around to see if father has come back yet. Without wasting any more time, I take to my heels.
My destination is the palace, I have to be there. It would be a mistake on my part if I am not there.
I run non-stop all the way to the palace. I eventually reach the gates, before I stop to catch my breath. I stoop to hold my knees, breathing heavily.
"Finally," I breathe out, pushing the gates open. The guards who are sitting at the gates all stand up to block my path. I do not blame them, I look worse than a headless monkey right now.
"It is me, Aria," I quickly raise my hands up in the air.
"Oh Aria," one of them, Martins breathe a sigh of relief, "Alright go in. The ball in still in progress."
I nod, walking past them to the Palace building. It is Archi's coronation day.
I count my steps looking around for any sign of father, when I do not see him, I continue walking until I eventually get to one of the doors in the hallways. I stand there akimbo, wondering exactly where the coronation is supposed to hold.
"I must have missed a lot," I shake my head in self-pity.
At the far end of the room, I see a figure coming in my direction. My senses freeze, and I quickly push the door I am standing close to open. I do not even check the room I am in, I just hide behind the doors watching who it will turn out to be.
"It better not father," I remark with a shaky breath.
I hear footsteps coming here, and they seem pretty close. I peek out of the door to see who it is. It is Archi!
I breathe a sigh of relief on seeing him, "Archi!" I call out his name.
He stops in his tracks turning his head in my direction. I finally open the door fully, waving at him. He then hurries over to my direction.
"Aria! Are you okay? What happened?" He wraps his arms around me. I melt into his arms. I have missed him a lot.
"It was my father, he would not let me out of the house. I had to run away somehow," I try to explain to him.
"For two full moons? What has he been doing to you?" I can see the terror in his eyes.
"He just did not want to accept the fact that I am your mate. I am sure he will kill me if I dared return there," I hug him tighter.
He pulls away.
"He will not lay a hand on you," his face hardens.
"What can I do? He is my father, after all," I lower my gaze.
He shakes his head, "You are staying here with me Aria, there is no two ways about that, neither can your father attempt to do anything."
I raise my head, tilting my head backwards, I stare at him with admiration in my eyes, he is just wonderful.
"Now, we should head to the banquet, hm?" He winks at me, giving me a playful smile.
I clasp my legs together feeling the heat between my legs again -- Aria control yourself damn it!
I nod, "Sure."
He stretches out his hand for me to take it, I skip my hand in his warm hand, and the hairs on my neck suddenly stand up. What is happening now?
He looks over his shoulder to look at me, "Are you okay?"
I freeze in my tracks, "I do not think I want to go to the banquet, I just do not want to mix with a lot of people right now, plus I look like a total disaster!"
A headless monkey.
His eyes scan me from head to toe, "You look fine to me, what are you talking about?" He arches his brow.
I shake my head, "I know you are trying to make me feel better, but I do not want to go there."
He sucks his lips in. Oh that is just too much for my heart to bear.
Just how is he so beautiful?
"Come with me to my bedroom then," his eyes darken with something.. a little more like desire?
A soft gasp escapes my lips, "Your.. room?" I almost choke on my saliva.
He bites his lower lip, "You heard that right," a sly smirk appears on his lips, "My room," his voice drops to a whisper.
That whisper is just enough to make me release the pheromones I am not supposed to release yet.
He pulls me with me, jerking me back to reality. My face heats up with the thought of being alone with him. I try so hard to keep my thoughts clean, but it is not working at all.
"What are we going to do?" I ask him before I can stop myself from doing so.
"Whatever you think we want to do," he replies in a hoarse voice.
Is he turned on too?
We keep on passing the numerous doors until we get to his room. Yes, I counted them, the one hundred, and eleventh door. What do they use so many rooms for?
He opens the door, leading me in. My legs almost give way as I enter his room.
It is quite neat, guess he is a clean freak as well. His bed is so neatly arranged I wonder if he ever sleeps on it, his wardrobe--
"Snap out of it, we are here now," I hear his hoarse voice.
My eyes fall on his lips. I miss the feel of it against my lips, wondering how it would feel against my skin.
Snap out of these thoughts!
"Aria," he calls my name like he is savoring something sweet against his tongue, and that gives me shivers.
"Yes?"
"You are beautiful," he grabs my bottom, pulling me closer to himself.
My breathing rapidly increases, does he want to..
He leans down, his face nearing mine, "Where have you been all my life?" His hot breath is fanning my face.
I stand on my toes, so my face can be closer to his, "Right here."
He squeezes my bottom, earning a soft moan from me, "Oh I--"
"I want to keep teasing you this way for the rest of my life," he presses his lips to my neck, nibbling at the sweet flesh.
I try so hard to stifle a moan. He grabs my bottom, leveling me up a little closer to his lips. I tilt his head backwards, brushing my lips on his.
Sweet goddess!
I open my mouth to eagerly let him in, my head already spinning with pleasure. He kisses me with so much passion, I can feel myself dripping wet already.
He presses my breasts against his hard chest, causing me to moan in his mouth.
"I just can not get enough of you," he lets go of my bottom, his hands sliding up my back, coming to slid into my dress.
I hiss when I feel his fingers trailing the contours of my breasts.
I gasp when his fingers brushes against my hardened nipples. He gives them feathery caresses, then pinches them sweetly.
"Ah!"
He then suddenly pulls away.
I groan in disappointment, "What happened?" I whine, my eyes still pleading for more.
"We should just cuddle instead," he wraps me in his arms.
I roll my eyes, but still melt in his embrace.
"I will take care of your father Aria, trust me," he whispers, "You are mine now, and there is nothing he can do about that."