Waiting to Breathe

Waiting To Breathe: Ty, King of...

"Sienna, please!"  

She glared at me. Like that was new. All Sienna had to do was look at me with those big green eyes and I was hers, completely and irrevocably. Not in the romantic sense, though. Not yet, at least.  

And I was wrong again, at least in the eyes of Sienna. I could practically hear her brothers awe and surprise in those few silent, tense moments. They wanted to know how Sienna, a Princess of a mortal land, could bring me, Tyler, Second High King of the Immortal Lands, to my knees, begging for her forgiveness. They were clueless though. They didn't know who she really was. No one did, with the exception of Taz and I.

With one last sweeping look, Sienna said, "Come talk to me when you can tell me the truth. You know where I'll be". And when I could finally bring myself to look up from the floor, all I saw was her gorgeous red dress streaming behind her as she left the room, slamming the door with a loud bang. Dramatic, as always. 

I felt a small smile creep onto my face as I thought of the many times Sienna had used that exact same tone and tactic on Taz, when she was spitting mad but didn't want to admit it. I dragged myself to my feet as I turned around to face four pairs of inquiring eyes.

"What the hell," Jace, Sienna's brother and twin offered seeming slightly bewildered.

"Watch your language, Jace. You never know when Father might be creeping about," remarked Gabriel as he flicked Jace on the arm after scanning the romm, as if expecting his stepfather to pop out of an invisble portal. Jace punched Gabriel in the arm as the four men sauntered forward.

"I just don't understand how she does it," Alex added his thoughts to the conversation, looking slightly confused and disgusted. "All Enny has to do is LOOK at a man and he practically falls to his knees, begging to do her bidding."

Mateo jumped on Alex's back, knocking him to the ground. Lightheartedly wrestling with him, Mateo shouted, "It's the eyes!". Widening his eyes and raising the pitch of his voice to imitate Sienna, Mateo continued, "Please, Sir, will you help me off my horse? Please, Sir, a strange man is following me. Can you delay him? Please, Sir, my brother is being mean to me, will you push him off a cliff?".

The last one had the four men cackling as the other two joined in on the wrestling. Watching the brothers, step-, half- and full-blood, throw punches at each made me nostalgic. Thoughts of my family flew through my mind, forcing me to remember what I gave up. But then again, we all have to make certain sacrifices. A wistful look could probably be seen on my face, one not usually seen by many people.

"It's definetly the eyes!", Jace suddenly shouted, his own matching eyes narrowing slightly in what he probably imagined was a seductive look. "Who wants to be my bitch boy tonight?". Wiggling his eyebrows, Jace laughed as he dodged multiple punches and threw a few of his own. Seeming to realize that I was still there, Jace looked up and gave me a harried smile.

"So tell me," Jace asks, carefully extracting himself from the mess of flailing arms and limbs that were his brothers, "How does Sienna do that to you? I know Enny's pretty and all, but she doesn't exactly strike me as your type."

With a laugh I remarked, "No, she is not my type. Sienna is certainly one of a kind, though."

Jace was getting a curious look in his eyes, his hair flopping in his face the same color of gold as Enny's. "How did you even meet her? ell, I'm her brother and I don't know half of what she does with her life. It's clear that she respects you, which is a feat unto itself."

"Do you really want to know?" I say, idly scratching the back of my neck. "It's a long story". 

"We've got time," Alex piped in as he plopped himself down in one of the many comfy chairs the palace had to offer. "It's about to snow outside any way, and the mages are predicting that we'll be stuck in the castle for a few days". 

The boys settled into the assortment of chairs around me. I picked the couch, a plush red item that somehow reminded me of the deserts of home. Home, where the heart is, they say. 

"Well," I start, "I should probably start with the part of Sienna's story that you already know..." 

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