Hidden Desire

The Spell She Casts

Adira's perspective

I walk away nervously from him. His eyes remain on me as I creep back into the kingdom walls. My heart is beating fast, I tried to remain as calm as I could but my heart couldn't help but throb. His touch was so sincere and warm, reminding me of the lust he desired, longed for. I deliver the lemons to the chef and run back into my room and wander over to the window that overlooks the garden I had been standing in only a few moments before. He isn't there. He's gone.

The whole day I ignore him, staying as far away from him as I can. I dodge his gaze as I mop the floors of the palace, admiring the art and paintings that hang on the walls. As he struts down the glistening golden stairs I quickly rush to the kitchen. I do not want to face him, not now and not ever. I make my way into the dining room where I bump into someone. I lift my head upwards worryingly to be faced with a man. His eyes were glossed over in gold specks, his arms at my sides, keeping me upright and stable. It felt like I had run into a wall, His hands led there way to my chin and his menacing smile made me flinch.

He stared at me, his jaw clenched and his face tensed. I gather my thoughts and start speaking. "I am so sorry sir! I am so clumsy, I didn't mean to bump into you, please forgive me." He scoffs and smiles at me. His smile is crooked but genuine. His deep voice startles me. "Don't worry about it kid." KID? Who the heck is this guy? "Sorry I am being rude. My names Damien, I'm the kings brother." I immediately raise my brows and step away from him, curtsying. "I'm so sorry sire."

He pulls me up so I am only inches away from him, his muscular, tough hands tracing my jaw. "I said don't worry about it." I nod and stare at his lips, they were red as if he had just eaten a cherry or a strawberry. "If you want to kiss me just ask." he declares. I quickly look back at his lustful eyes that were now fully gold. "I'm sorry you just have really red lips." as I said that I backed away, realising how stupid that sounded. He laughs, thank goodness. He puts his hand out to me and says, "You know my name, what's yours love?" Love?

Jesus he was good. "A-Adira." I say as confidently as I can. He nods and smirks. He was definitely the kings brother, they shared the same smirk. "Its incredibly nice to meet you Adira. I guess I will see you around love." He says as he wanders out of my view, I catch his eyes on me as he walks away. What a flirt. I catch my breath, realising I had been holding my breath. I couldn't let him get to my head, I have a plan and I have to stick to it. Maybe I can have a little fun though.

"Adira!" I hear my name being shouted across the room. Crap. I turn around reluctantly and I was right. It was him. "Yes sire?" I ask innocently as if I hadn't been ignoring him for the past week or so. He looks extremely angry as if I had punched him or something. "Is there something I can help you with my lord?" I ask backing away to maintain a good distance between us. "Stop ignoring me right now!"  He shouts at me, trying to close the gap between us. I keep backing away, making sure he doesn't get close to me. "I'm not sure what you mean sire?"

"Adira." He warns. I slam my back into the wall. Crap. Crap. I'm trapped. "Sire." He seems even angrier, how is that even possible. "Adira, stop ignoring me. That's an order." he stands in front of me guarding me away from any forms of escape. How the hell am I gonna get out of this. "I-." I don't know what he wants me to say. He takes my silence in and he stands there waiting for me to say something. "My lord-" I'm interrupted. "What is it with you? You hate me one day, fucking tuck me into bed the next day and then ignore me for a week." 

I stand silently, staring at the ground, scared to look him in the eyes. "Look at me." He commands. His voice is raspy and tired. I ignore his command and continue looking at my feet. He forcefully grabs my chin and pulls it so I have to look any him. I stare into his menacing eyes that spark with anger. He stares at me then my lips and back into my eyes. His hands are slammed on Both sides of my head, trapping me in his presence. "I don't know what to say my lord." He seems disappointed, almost expecting. "I don't know what the fuck you've done to me but right now I need you."

I'm frightened, not knowing what he means by that. I have to get away from him, run away from him now. I have to think of something, some way to make him move just long enough so I can run. My eyes spark with an idea. He might kill me after I do this but right now  I don't care. I stare up at him and place my finger on his lip. He flinches at first but confusingly watches as I trace my finger across his jawline. I grab his hand and pull him down to me. "Just once." I whisper into his ear. He stares at me confused and shocked. I push my lips onto his, sliding my tongue onto his bottom lip, looking for an entrance.

His hands loosen, off the walls and down to my face. His lips are soft and longing, full of desire and hope. He pushes further into my mouth, our tongues melting away together, like matching puzzle pieces. I open my eyes to see if his are closed and they are. When I get my chance I bolt. He doesn't expect this so I run as fast as I can up to my room. H his left here standing alone after I successfully escaped from his grasp. That was one stupid yet genius plan.