Masuk31st November, 2019
Eyes on me, just me. He seemed to be telling her as he watched her official coronation happen. Aria kept flashing back to the moment Troy had taken the crown, her crown, and put it on her head while they were still on the battlefield. He bowed and said, “Your Majesty” and in that moment she understood that this was bigger than her, than her vendetta against Dean. How had he done it? Troy had gotten her to take back her order to crush Warlanda with a few simple actions and two words. And a look. It was the eyes that had sealed the deal, been her undoing. When he looked at her, Aria was sure he could get her to do just about anything no matter how much it hurt, no matter how angry she was. She'd been nervous about dressing up and attending a formal coronation, and rightfully so. Even as he watched her now, as they watched her now, there were people in that very throne room who wanted her dead. They'd have to go throughTroy was another person tonight as he twirled her all the way back to the forgotten wing, sending her into a fit of giggles, allowing her to forget, just for a bit, what was coming. He had champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries laid out for her on the desk, had the room dimly lit with candles. “I know, I know, the desk is off limits, but you're leaving tomorrow, possibly leaving me forever,” he said, holding his hand to his heart and frowning deeply to show her how hurt he was. Aria smiled and sat down on the chair he'd pulled out for her. “No reading tonight?” she asked. Troy looked to either side of him and then motioned for her to come closer. “Tonight I'm treating you to a super-secret Troy Pierce secret,” he whispered. Man, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, the way she was always looking at his lips when he said st
31st November, 2019 Eyes on me, just me. He seemed to be telling her as he watched her official coronation happen. Aria kept flashing back to the moment Troy had taken the crown, her crown, and put it on her head while they were still on the battlefield. He bowed and said, “Your Majesty” and in that moment she understood that this was bigger than her, than her vendetta against Dean. How had he done it? Troy had gotten her to take back her order to crush Warlanda with a few simple actions and two words. And a look. It was the eyes that had sealed the deal, been her undoing. When he looked at her, Aria was sure he could get her to do just about anything no matter how much it hurt, no matter how angry she was. She'd been nervous about dressing up and attending a formal coronation, and rightfully so. Even as he watched her now, as they watched her now, there were people in that very throne room who wanted her dead. They'd have to go through
Aaron went right up to her. He wasn’t waiting for anything or anyone, not this time. He took her into his arms and pulled her close like a man being shipped off to war the next day. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that he’d seen it earlier. The tell-tale signs that Aria was afraid. Aaron was fluent in being able to see it, no matter how well she was masking it. All of this must be killing her. Only two weeks ago, she’d been promised these moments with someone else. The way he was looking at her made it clear that he could see right through her. Aria was really trying, but her insides were on fire. Everything just hurt so damn much. He turned her around and held her up against him. She gave a little gasp and looked back at him in spite of herself. “Relax. Just go with it. Let me help you make it hurt less,” he whispered into her ear. But Aaron only made it hurt worse. Because Aria really did want to be okay with it, wan
Maybe it was just the way she was, but Aria knew enough about the way she loved to know he’d be waiting a long time, maybe even forever. Could she really do this to him? With Bart, it was different. He had CC, and she had Troy, and they both knew what they were getting into. Not even Aria knew just how deep this thing with Troy went. They were many different things to each other, would always be many different things to each other. “I don’t want you to get hurt again, Aaron,” she cried. “I just can’t take doing that to you again.” This was the moment. He could just walk away. She would be okay. Bart would make just as worthy a king consort as he. But Aria had too much of him for him to just walk away from a chance to have her. He picked up the diary that detailed their meeting in the club and then the one that talked about their perfect week together. Even the ones that followed read like what it was, what they were, as they traded texts from thousand
2019, July 1st Dear Diary He came to see me today, was right in front of me and then he just wasn’t. Why did I run from him like I bloody always do? So what if I was a bloody mess? He wanted to see me, or at least I thought he did, and I wanted to see him. What did it matter how I looked? The way he watched me, sought me out as he followed me up to my room, he looked absolutely desperate. Should I have gone after him? I did try to find him as soon as the shock of him having left just as abruptly as he showed up wore off, but he was already gone. He’d returned home to Terres Somnia almost immediately after departing from Sartis Est. He is on a plane even as I write this. Maybe it was just as well we didn’t meet after all. What if he only came to break my heart? What if he only came to tell me that he’d moved on after all? Even if that was what he came to say, though, my stupid heart wants to hear it, wants to hear him. Should I call? Is there enough of m
Aaron was everything, gave her everything, just like he said he would. The way he looked at her, first like a lovesick teenager, then like a man in need, made her body move in ways she never knew was possible. There was nothing safe about what they were doing. There never would have been. How had she deceived herself into ever thinking something so idiotic? He was always going to own her, to completely take up everything that was her. She gave him an annoying grin when this time he came against her. This wasn't something that happened to him. Not so soon. Almost ever. He could usually go for hours. But everything had been different with her. He already knew he cared for her, already knew he loved her, but what just happened was something else. He was ruined for all women that weren't her. The way he was looking at her worried her. “What's wrong?” she asked. He just stared at her, completely perplexed.







