As they continued exploring, Talia turned to him, a glint in her eyes. "Umm...This is embarrassing, but I am kind of hungry."
The Prince sent a pointed look to Cruis, which was enough to make him alert. Lukas had almost forgotten that he should have taken her to the dining room after the tour of the first floor. His friend immediately turned around. "Alright," He said, shaking his hands over his head. "Sit tight, Talia, I'll set the table for both of you."
"Thanks," The moon princess smiled at him to which he shrugged and waved as he walked off, leaving them still in the hall.
She giggled, appreciative of the effort he was making to lighten the atmosphere on the way to the dining room. He noticed that she was beyond hungry at this point even to look around and appreciate the paintings in the room.
"Let's eat."
Talia sighed, and there's a bounce in her step as she goes to take a seat.
The beginning of their meal is quiet. For all their combined diplomatic experience, neither Lukas nor Talia could broach a topic of conversation. At the very least, it wasn't awkward. The huge feast didn't surprise Talia; however, the myriad of unfamiliar flavours hitting her tongue made her sigh. She took a moment to fully appreciate the tastes before her—the sweet, juicy fruits, the earthy nuts, the spiced meats, the soft cheeses, and the buttery loaves of bread.
The two of them could only proceed without conversation for so long, however, and as the pace of the meal slowed down, the expectancy of adequately engaging in conversation with one another rose. Lukas racked his brain for topics to open up a dialogue between himself and Talia and was just about to resort to discussing the weather when she spoke up.
"I think this might be easily one of my favourite feasts of all time."
The tension eased from Lukas's shoulders marginally. He thought that with all the staring he's been doing since they stepped foot on earth might have weirded her out. After all, he did have the tendency not to fit in quickly and observe people for a while.
"Really? That must be because the chef who made this is from earth."
Talia delicately set down the knife she had been using to cut and spread cheese on her bread and took her time to stare at the dish. "No wonder! Does he know the truth then? You being the heir of Sun God and running one of the best inns on earth?"
There was a teasing tone to her voice which was easily detectable. A small smirk curled the corner of the Prince's mouth while a red flush sat across Talias cheeks, and he wondered if it was deliberate or not. Lukas supposed once he's had a chance to know her quirks fully he'll also learn whether or not she's the sort to insert teasing remarks into her speech or if it was a simple coincidence.
"Sadly, no. The poor mortal has no knowledge about any of it" The Prince swallowed, his mouth dry as he tried to not stare at the butter glistening on her plump lips. "I assume he would suffer a stroke once he finds out."
Talia shook her head. "Sadly, true."
***
After they were done with lunch, Talia insisted they explore more of his estate. Start with the library he had.
"So do you have loads of friends in Olympus then?" The Prince asked as he led them to the library on the second floor. A fire was burning in the fireplace, and he sat down at one end of the sofa in front of it, Talia the following suit on the other end, curling her legs.
"Not particularly. Most people call me Zeus daughter and leave it at that."
The Prince raised his brow. "Yeah but you are his daughter"
The moon princess rolled her eyes, letting out a loud exhale. "Well yes, but that's not the only way I want to be recognised."
"Oh"
After that, Talia was content to browse through the books in his library for two hours straight, delighted to find earth literature among his collection. He promised that she could take them with her or stay back and read.
She chose the first one, of course.
Lukas decided he would take her to the terrace of his Palace, show off the scenery it provided. Both of them sat down on the wooden bench facing the sky. A cold breeze blew past them, and he noticed Talia wrapping her arms around her torso, legs pressed together. Goosebumps prickled at her arms as she rubbed her palms together.
"Feeling a little cold?" The Prince asked. Even though he had an amused look on his face, there's an undercurrent of real concern for Talias comfort, too, that she appreciated.
The moon princess shrugged. "Yes. These temperatures on earth are colder even though it's not supposed to be that way." She gestured towards her attire, "Even my attire is too cold for this climate. I won't deny that it's uncomfortable, but not unbearably so."
Lukas blinked at her, noticing the quivering of her lips and legs shaking slightly to warm herself. "The weather here is unpredictable like that. Would you like for me to arrange for a toga for you? I'm sure there are some spare ones around. Otherwise, you're more than welcome to borrow mine until we've acquired you your own. It would help to keep you warm in this weather."
"Yours would be wonderful, thank you," Talia blushed, avoiding staring at him.
The Prince stood up and tugged at his own toga wrapped around him, unintentionally showing off a sliver of his skin by the waist. He felt her brows furrowed at that.
"I was a clumsy child," Lukas grinned, as though he's not still coltish in his movements, grown too fast into long limbs and a broad chest. He stilled when Talia laid a hand over the scar, though, the dark skin cooler at the sharp curve of his waist.
"What happened?"
"I tripped and fell next to the fireplace back at my childhood home. A log rolled off the fire and burned me." His voice was carefully casual, but Lukas could hear his heart ricocheting in his chest, all because of her hand pressing against his sensitive skin.
She quickly withdrew her touch, as if being aware of her impact. His heartbeat settled back into something more regular.
"Good thing you outgrew that clumsiness, right?" She teased.
"Yeah"
When handed the toga, Talia tried to wrap and re-wrapped the cloth around her body in a variety of ways, but each time the moon princess failed to do it correctly. Sometimes, the wrap wasn't secured properly and fell the floor; sometimes, she's managed to wrap in such a way that she's somehow taken away her ability to move. It's too loose, it's too tight, and the cloth just looked wrong.
During all that chaos, she felt his solemn stare following her every moment. The Prince came to stand in front of him.
Blood rushed to her face and heated her ears red. She wanted to jump off the balcony and into the water that crashed against the cliff, atop which the entire Palace was built. The day had started off so well, only for her to make a complete fool of herself in front of Lukas.
When they locked eyes, a laugh escaped his throat to which she joined as well. Lukas raised his hand to his mouth in order to suppress the noise, eyes crinkling shut-in mirth. For a second she thought it's okay to embarrass herself like this if it meant to laugh with Lukas.
"Do you need some help?" He asked, voice breathy.
Her gut swooped, and cheeks burned with a renewed heat. She sighed, glancing around to the side, and mumbled a quiet, "Yes."
Lukas walked over to her and lightly, ever so lightly, turned to lift her face up with his knuckle under her chin "Hey now," His voice echoed softly in her ears. "There's no need to feel embarrassed. Everybody has trouble with these before they learn how to put them on, and even then we all still have our days. It's not like you've ever had the chance to learn how to wear a toga before."
"Exactly! It's not like I had the chance to wear them!" Talia barked out a laugh. The moon princess knew she's in too deep when she forced herself to stop feeling embarrassed and laugh so that she can hear his melodic one.
"Talia?"
Smothering her laugh, she schooled her features and blinked at him. "Yeah?"
He took a step forward and stared into her eyes, his other hand wrapping around her wrist. "I think you have got a spell on me."
At that, the moon princess stopped breathing for a few seconds, smiling so beautifully, so wonderfully, her stomach fluttering as those words sank in. "It appears so"
***
Talia held her breath as the Prince crowded her. He had a lazy smile on his face, clutching the toga in his hands. The thought of him in her space, touching her made her abdomen clench. She was hyper-aware of the elevated breathing, her heart thudding against her chest and palms getting clammy.Lukas breathed. "Lift your arms. I'll teach you." The smile that curved around his lips didn't help at all. Even though he's trying to reassure her, the moon princess shivered at their closeness.Talia did as he told her to do, and Lukas started helping by draping part of the long cloth over her left shoulder and moving to wrap the rest around her body. From up close she could see all the pores on his skin.The toga was secured in such a way that it was tight around her torso
Talia had another dream. Well, most of the Gods and Goddess dream. It's part of the whole legacy. Her dreams were usually ordinary or boring, or sometimes she woke up forgetting them altogether. But that's different tonight.The moon princess woke up in a cold sweat, out of breath and panting hard as she bolt upright in her bed. She's scared, terrified, absolutely hysterical over her dream. Talia didn't remember much, but what she did remember was fire. The colours of orange and yellow burning away and destroying something pure. Again no recollection whatsoever of the object it destroyed but its beautiful, sacred and angelic.If anything, she recalled those eyes. The eyes were full of sadness and despair, and the only thing she could tell before waking up was that they were directed at her. A chill shoot through her body as she shivered in her huge bed, all alone. Talia tried to go back to sleep after such a weird dream, but it
Lukas couldn’t stop thinking about the moon princess since their first meeting. And she spent an entire day with, that only got increasingly hard. He had a difficult time pretending fo focus on his everyday mundane tasks. Even more so after month of not seeing Talia.Its just he was thousands of miles away from her and in an entirely different place. The Earth.Shaking his head, he walked into the adjoining room, yet another wave of her scent surrounded him. This time it was much worse. Must be the toga he brought along with him—a reminder of her.Lukas groaned, not being able to stop himself from inhaling the intoxicating spicy smell that was surrounding every single part of him. Including his cock. His skin was boiling, and it felt electric all thanks to her scent. He felt as if Talia was in the same room as him.The so
Talia stared blankly at the fireplace, watching as the flames burned the wood chips she kept on throwing. Somehow she hoped that all her memories burned the same way and the daughter of Zeus could forget about everything. The disastrous breakfast with her father, meeting Lukas and running away to Earth. It would solve all of her problems.Just then, one of the maids entered the room to hand her the letter, declaring it was from Prince Lukas. After a month of radio silence, he had had the gall to reach out to her. How dare he? She stared at the white sheet for a while before jutting out the courage to read the content.Lukas wanted to meet her. She crushed the letter and threw it in the fireplace.After walking towards her en suite, Talia discarded her robe and stepped into the tub filled with hot water, rose-scented steam rising into the air. Her mind wandered as she held her nose and sank below the sur
"I think I want to kiss you again.""No one is stopping you" Talia licked her freshly kissed lips.That was all the encouragement he needed. Lukas leaned forward and crashed their lips together. Everything slowed, and Talia wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. She moved forward and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing the Prince to pick her up from the armchair."Lukas..." She whispered as her body was hoisted up and placed against a wall. He kissed down her neck, making the moon princess screw her eyes shut in pleasure. A whimper fell out of her lips as he sucked that one spot on her neck, which made her toes curl in. Burying her hand into the tendrils of his soft, smooth hair, she tugged on them.The Prince ran over the pad of his index finger against the smooth pink of her bottom lip. She panted as he dipped his fingertip inside her mouth. Her tongu
The next morning Talia had woken up coiled around the Prince when the light signified that it was morning. She blushed and coughed when the moon princess found him gazing at her the minute she woke up, lips curled in a warm smile. The daughter of Zeus finally gave into her desire and slept with a Sun Prince. Lost in her tough, she didn’t realise Lukas shifting closer.He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her forehand. "What did I say about those worry lines?”“That I still look beautiful in them?”His chest vibrated with laughter, eyes crinkling by his side. “Well you do”&n
Lukas cradled her face and pulled her into a bruising kiss. The weight of his lips against her took Talia a second to process, and she gasped into it, hands lifting to grasp at the soft material of his chiton. Her heart skipped a beat, knees going weak. His hands kept her balanced, mouth hot and heavy against her.It's cold by the shore, but the Prince was warm, one arm curling around her waist and the other cupping the back of her neck. His fingers curled into her hair and gently tilting Talia's head up coaxing a whimper from the end of her throat. Unable to stop the moon princess gripped helplessly at his shoulders, trying to hold on as her body went lax, a frisson of heat forming in her stomach and spreading across her bodyShe whimpered softly as he bit down on her bottom lip, their kiss growi
At her voice, he turned around and took a step forward. His features were striking, sharp even where they shouldn't have been but his smile was a mask, lips full and curved up at the edges. It wasn't a genuine smile, like the ones Lukas always gave when he saw her; instead, his teeth concealed behind his mouth.Ajaxson's strides were lengthy, purposeful, and elegant. The way his footfalls were silent like a predator reminded Talia of a wolf in plain sight. His shoulders were simultaneously neat and muscular beneath the chiton, and his hands were carefully grasping a glass of water which he then rested on the nearest table. She couldn't help but stare at his hair, caramel brown. It swooped gently over his forehead.Despite the notably unmodern hairdo, he was almost overwhelmingly handsome.&