* * *Drizella Peter had insisted that I ride with him on Onyx, and let Derek take Henry to the castle. We rode in awkward silence for the most part of our trip, the boys were still very frustrated with each other; Peter because Derek hadn't gotten us to the castle safely as Peter had trusted him to do, not to mention my black eye, and Derek was upset that Peter was choosing to only see the negative of what happe

"The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long" - Lao Tzu* * *Drizella After my night spent tied to a tree after being taken by bandits, only to be rescued by Peter, he was like my own private knight. He stayed with me since we got back as I took a bath, he picked out my clothes for me, and his hand was either entwined with mine or around my waist, almost as if he was reassuring himself that I was in fact there. If I would have let him, I'm pretty sure he would have walked for me too, carrying me ar

*MATURE CONTENT** * *Drizella Our tender and passionate kiss turned more aggressive and lustful. Peter's hands gripped my waist and my hand went to the nape of his neck, holding each other close. I took my leg and wrapped it around him to feel his manhood against me growing harder. 

* * * Peter I asked Driz to marry me last night. Yesterday was a tough day; I came to the castle after checking on the homes in the North Village to find that Driz was missing, then I went out in search of her and Derek, only to find that she was roped around a tree with a black eye, unconscious, and I ended up having to kill two men to bring her to safety.  I knew that I wanted to marry her before yesterday, but the events of the day gave me the push I needed to put myself out there and finally pop the question.  I was looking at her as she dozed off to sleep, seeing the dark purple and green that surrounded her eye, and it broke my heart. No one else could protect her but me, and I would never leave her to anyone else ever again. I brushed my thumb over her ring finger on her left hand and decided that it looked too bare, and knew that was the right moment to ask her

Monday - After Ana escaped. Away from the castle, in the West Village of the kingdom, a tall brunette stands outside of a dilapidated house, staring at it from a distance. A thin, pink parasol sheltering her from the sun, her face holds a grim smile, and she twirls the parasol in her hand slowly, enjoying her view.