Belladonna gasped silently. She had never seen anything like that in her life before, oh wait, except for that stone in the Forbidden Room but still, this was different. "I am alright now." The King's whisper snapped her out of her train of thoughts and she blinked. "What was that?" She asked, her voice a little breathy from the shocked state she was still in. "Nothing important," the King replied with his casual dismissiveness and she frowned. Not again. "Your blood..." Her voice trailed off as she tried to look for the right words. "It withered my lily. Like it was some sought of poison---" "It's my sickness." He finally let out with a grunt but she wasn't done. There had to be more to it. "Your hand." She looked down at his hand again but he was no longer bleeding and the contaminated water had now washed away, along with her lily, leaving now in it's place, clean rushing water. "It was bleeding. Why?" "It does that every once in a while." Then he chuckled, his eyes twink
A wonderful name.His lips stretched into a small smile, pleased at how she had said it.It just sounded perfect on her lips, her voice like honey to his ears. Then his lips brushed against hers in a light feathery touch, before he pulled away slightly, his hand tightening around her a little roughly. She gasped from the sudden movement, only now realizing she had been on her kneels for a while now, as she bumped into the King who pressed his forehead against hers at contact. Eyes closed. Breathing heavy. Restraint difficult."Donna. My Donna."She pressed her hands flat against his chest to regain her balance, the warmness radiating from the taut muscles beneath the robe instead seeped right into her palms, sending heat crossing through her entire body, her balance further threatened.His thumb by her cheek moved lower to her jaw, titling her head to a side, leaving her neck exposed and at his mercy. He wasn't merciful.His lips ravished her neck, savouring the taste of her skin, l
"I made a promise a long time ago to myself. That I won't be intimate with someone till I'm married to him. For the sake of the child that I might bring to this world." The King gaze was set on her. Brown smoldering eyes. They made her feel at ease. Then she looked down at her knuckles that she was rubbing against the inside of her left palm. "I want the child to have protection and love, and a marriage guarantees that. I don't want the child to end up not being wanted and loved... like me." That was why nothing had happened between her and Lytio. She was waiting. That was a move she had no regret on. But with the King, it felt different. The dreams she had of the Bride Thief weren't helping too. Why hadn't she thought about her long-standing rule in all those dreams? Why had she not thought about it when she woke up? Was he that powerful that he made logicality so far from her? Was his lure on her that strong? It made her worried. Made her want to tell the King about h
"Do you believe he has a hold on me?""Once he appears, he already has a hold."His gaze became fixed on her necklace before he looked up at her face.When he spoke this time, his voice sounded a little cheerful."But he no longer appears to you in your dreams. You are save, with me."But she wasn't save!Her heart pounded in her chest, the thundering filling her ears. "Have you been able to save any of brides before?"He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, patting her hand that was in his. "No.""Oh."His hand went around her, pulling her towards him in a hug while she rested her face against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart and the vibration of his voice."Please, worry not. You are different. You, my Donna, will be my last bride."Different. She really wanted to believe that but she knew she wasn't.She wasn't different.She really wanted to tell him that, but then again, she couldn't. What if the Bride Thief getting to them had something to do with the King? She
"Lavender oil, Milady." Another said, eagerly pushing a carefully wrapped gift into her hands. The face that looked back at hers had wrinkles by the corners of her eyes that seemed to twinkled with abundant happiness, her grin wide. Which only got wider when she realized that she had Belladonna's attention fully to herself. Her hands became a little shaky in Belladonna's own."You'll certainly love it, Milady.""Thank you." Belladonna smiled back in appreciation, taking the gift, as she looked down at the package. Something caught her attention at that moment though. Right on the woman's wrinkly left wrist, was a tattoo. Moderately small, but artistically and beautifully drawn. She couldn't make out what exactly it was, or where she had seen it before but it did hold a sense of familiarity.A scream snapped Belladonna's attention.Something was heading right for her.Swooshing in the air like---Her eyes went wide and she froze.FIRE.She staggered back in a quick response to avert
Belladonna didn't have to watch the burst of flames for long, the King was in front of her in a flash, blocking the sight away, so that all that was left to see was the golden brightness that reflected from the fire.The agonizing screams from the woman ablaze was something he couldn't prevent her from hearing though. Cries of anguish that cut sharply into the night's former peaceful ambiance, ripping it into shreds, till all that was left was nothing. Then, silence.When the King took a step away, no longer blocking her view, the woman was gone, the guards must have taken her away, even the path that led to her had been filled with people again. The fearful look gone from their eyes, their faces filled with smiles once again like nothing happened, cheers pouring out of their mouths as they directed their gifts towards her. Everything just like when she had first stepped out from the carriage, in fact, more cheerful this time.Belladonna could feel a gift being pressed into the pa
"If anything had happened to you tonight, I would have never forgiven myself." He sighed, his voice causing a sort of vibration to her ears that was pressed against his warm chest. "I really wanted tonight to be perfect. Now, it is all ruined.""It's not.""It is. Her screams will give you nightmares." He moved his hand over her hair, brushing it lightly. "I am so sorry." He paused, his hand on her hair going still for a moment. "Will you like to pass the night in my room?"Her heart skipped a beat at the offer and she shook her stiffly. "I'll be alright in mine." The idea had sounded so tempting, in fact, she could almost feel herself in his bed, having him so close by made her feel so safe, but with how close they had gotten tonight, sleeping in his room might be pushing things to a direction she still didn't want to head to yet."I'm confused by how the people switched quickly from the tension to the cheers again like..." her voice became lower as the memory played again in her he
"But do you feel strongly that it is a curse?""Yes. I mean, why would he consistently stand in my way of getting a bride if that wasn't the solution?"That made sense. There was also the possibility that he could be doin that to distract the King from the actual solution, but how long this had been going that. That would most likely not be it."If she is not convinced, why does she participate in the ....hmm...""Choosing Ritual and Ceremony.""Yes. Thank you. I don't know why I keep forgetting things lately." She chuckled."You are overthinking." He said, sounding worried, as he leaned forward towards her, taking in the look on her face. "Stressed," he commented, leaning back, tapping his fingernails against his mask again.She nodded. She could be."I worry about you."He lips stretched into a smile that quickly fell. "I'm alright. So tell me, why?"He caught on where they had left off quickly."Simple. Because I am the King and I commanded that it shall be."That oddly filled her