For once, Alexis didn’t groan when her corset was being tightened, she didn’t complain about the time it took to wear so much unnecessary pieces of clothing. She patiently sat down when Emilia arrived with her box of make up, ready to slaver and pound the powders and creams on her face.
Her stomach would growl occasionally, and was ignored for the past three hours she spent getting pampered. The growling was a nice break from insistent squirming, the jitters of nerves that travelled all the way down her body would stop, for a mere moment before continuing.
After Alastair danced with Alice, he continued to dance with every and any woman who approached him, leaving a line of heart shaped eyes behind him as he advanced.Alexis felt those familiar pricks, that became sharper each time he took the hand of another woman. She wanted to be there, to dance with him, in his strong, warm-She felt a pinch
Alexis didn’t allow herself to be dragged this time and moved at her own will. Albeit, slower than Dwayne who strode forward with a face full of fury.As if timed, Alexis heard a loud commotion happening in the throne room as they neared it. Screams echoed across the halls, people rushed out, a few of them staying to watch the rest of the show.
It was a while before Alexis thought she had woken up again, but she hadn’t really, she was in a dream. She was in the secret garden that Alastair had showed her, studying with large books swamped across the garden instead of flowers.And then Alastair walked in, he looked exhausted with bags hanging below his eyes. Unfortunately, even in her dream he was still attractive.
His expression was pained as he glanced at the wrapped wound on her stomach. It didn’t matter how much they tried to heal it. It wouldn’t heal.The sword that stabbed her was embedded with a magic nullifying spell. It would’ve killed her if that witch hadn’t cured her.Alastair grit his teeth as he recalled the ma
The cold air made her hair flutter. It was long, not the impulsively cut hair she got after she finished her third year. The old dilapidated church that hadn’t yet been reconstructed and would be soon in a few months. The janitor that slept on the bench soundlessly on a repetitive schedule.If it weren’t for Shane who stood in front of her she would’ve thought everything to do with Emperors and Magic had just been a dream.
“-Lexis. Alexis!”The said girl jumped in alarm, barely knocking over her soda as she turned to her friend Blair.“What?” She asked, after forcefully swallowing the chunk of bread she hadn’t chewed for the past five minutes.
It was only minutes after when Alastair’s stomach rumbled. It was the first time Alexis had seen him so embarrassed.“Haha, let’s get you something to eat” she helped him up, not noticing the looks of interest he threw the bathroom. He touched the shower head, flinching when a droplet of water fell on his hand.&l
It was almost comical when the three sat on Alexis’ dinner table. Glaring at each other.The aroma of fresh bread and pepperoni taunted the serious expressions on their faces. They deeply inhaled it, unable to stop their hands from inching towards the box.It was only a matter of seconds before Ale