I stumble across the hallway, gathering every ounce of my energy to stand straight, and appear beautiful. I brush my gown, smoothening my hair around my shoulder, giggling to myself like a child.
Max, here I come to make you mine.
The hallway is blurred, the marble creating waves as I set my foot on it.
Stop moving marble I need to reach my Max, show him how much I love him. Show Lycan that she can't take him away from me. I walk ahead as my shoulders hit the wall, and I tumble across Max’s room. My butt rests on the floor, my foot tapping the door to Max’s chamber.
The door creeks open, my vision getting clear at the exposure of his face.
“Maxie, I missed you”, I
The warm beats of sunlight strike my face, as birds flap and sing to their heart's content. My head pounds, the effect of alcohol from the night weighing on my nerves, and I pinch between my eyebrows. White linen covers me, a fresh set of clothes, lined on the edge of the bed. I smile at the efforts that Max always puts in. I drag myself to stand straight, the linen falling over my body, the naked exposure under it evident. The nerves on my head strike me with effect, the incidents of the night flowing to my mind. Shoot. What have I done? I forced myself on Max, I shouldn't have done that. No. My mind races in panic. My hands tremble, my nerves beating an unrhythmic tone insid
The wind swirls through the window, turning the night into a white sheet of coldness. The room grows eerily silent, as the buzz of crickets fills the room. Events of last night flood my brain, and my heart beats erratic, but it rips apart more when I remember his cold expressions.Max, the one person I promised I would take care of, and only have been hurting for most of my life. A chuckle leaves my lips, as tears sting the edges of my eye. There has to be an easy way to let go of things, turn back time, or just shut the emotions off in a dark corner.The cling of metal fills the room, the voice of laughter wrapping a warmth on the white of cold. Max. Only his laughter can bring me such warmth. I open my eyes, diving out of the table and taking long strides
The water around me loses its serenity, as circular ripples form on the surface. I raise my eyes hoping to see Adria, but my eyes drop as I see Lycan standing - naked. Her blue eyes reflected the silver of the moon, turning grey, piercing my gaze. I know Lycan likes me. It’s easy to make out from the way she acts, but I can't reciprocate her feelings. Not now, or, ever when all I have in my mind is Adria. Adria, the only girl I saw, and the girl that saw every man except me. I want to laugh at the misery of my love. Laugh at my stupid heart to hold on to her, but all I feel is this heavy feeling in my heart that renders me crippled whenever she is in front of me. My eyes still look at Lycan, the water creating silver around her milky white skin. A beautiful woman, that anyone can
“Adria slow down you will fall”, Max shouts as he runs behind me. Our tiny feet rustle the orange, red, and yellow crusty maple leaves that adorn the garden in the southern half of the palace. In the evening I heard some soldiers saying there was a small waterfall in the middle of the garden, and I and Max had sneaked out from Evander to visit the lake.I run looking at Max over my shoulder as he climbs the branches, jumping over them to take a shorter route than to circle around them like me. He inches closer and closer, and I dig my feet into the ground running at as insane speed as possible in the gown twirling against my heels.The canopy of the tall trees cast a shadow on the ground spreading a whiff of musky sweetness from the decaying leaves. The smoky tint of the branches makes a
A hundred whips and my skin feels torn, but not my determination to love Max. I see mom, step into the dungeon, as she bends on her knees letting the straps on my arms lose.“A princess listens, they don't rebel”, she says. Her voice is laced with venom.“That beggar won't give you anything except pleasure, but to live a life like a queen you need to marry a king. You can keep him as your concubine, someone you can fuck, but not your life partner.”, her eyes are calm as she says this.How could she say this? I love him, and he deserves the world from me. He is my equal, someone that will stand by my side, and not below me. And concubine. I can never turn him to that, even though he would be mine forever, a concubine
A new day should start with new feelings, new opportunities, and new chances. Yet, my mind still wanders on everything that had happened in my life. Everything wrong to make my love life a distant memory. I huff the tiredness, blowing it out through my mouth in long deep breaths as Sherlin wraps me in some dress she thinks fits for the event. I don't want to look at myself through the mirror, because all I see in my eyes is the failure - the failure to save Max from me.And I say, I will protect him from the world?My mind mirths at the stupidity of my heart, deciding to take over the actions in its hand.Putting myself in a mask of the queen with everything going perfect and fine, I swipe down myself from the flight of stairs to the grounds of the farmer.
I throw the curtains of the healer's chambers open to let the fresh airflow in the room. Replacing the tables with blooming- jasmines dipped in night fairy concoctions to accentuate their smells, I place them all over the room to overpower the scent of the ointment that fills the room. Adria hates the smell of ointment. Whenever she used to study medicine she always complained how the smell of ointment makes her feel sick and dizzy, and she hoped that the entire space could smell like blooming night jasmine so she can learn medicine for fun. The whiff of jasmines covers all the walls, and I feel satisfied with the way the room smells. Readjusting the fire in the chambers I ensure that the room is at a comfortable temperature before looking over my shoulders to the figure lying on the bed, covered in white linen. My lips curl as the room fills with the beats of her shallow breaths indi
Lycan’s eyes linger on mine as Max dresses the wounds on my side. I could feel the jealousy oozing through her orbs, as she tries to maintain the smile. I shouldn’t let her feel like that, especially now that I know they both like each other. When I came into consciousness and saw them making out, I did feel bad, but Lycan saved my life, and I should at least make sure she doesn't feel bad because of me. Max and I are friends, and from now on we will always remain only friends. I let the gown slide down as Max finishes the dressing. Securing my dagger around my thigh and sword in the satchel I drag myself limping towards the court. It was the trial for the man that stabbed me. My feet clink on the marble of the court amidst the crowd of villagers and court men. Every eye looks up at me in sympathy, cooing at the wound visible through the sheer ends of my gown. I meet their eyes smiling, assuring them the wound doesn't affect me. Honestly, it doesn't, not more than the pain that I fe