Fredrick's POV:
She's gulping the Vodka like it's water at this point.
"Ok that's enough" I tell her as I try to snatch the bottle from her hands.
"Oh come on, where's the fun in that" she says, devouring even more alcohol.
I get a strong grip on the wrist of the hand holding the bottle.
"Joykiller" she mutters.
"Cm'on, let's go to bed"I hold her to put her in bed,
"Hehe your eyes are like chocolate" my heart melts at her comment and chuckle.
"And yours are like amber" I say quiter than a whisper, knowing she won't remember this in the morning.
"You know, you might be the most brutal monstrous man in this world, but I like you!"
She likes me? Did she just cofess she has feelings for me?
Perhaps it's just her drunkenness.
But what if she means it?
No, no. She doesn't. She pulled away from that kiss.
I think to myself.
"You're sexy, and a good kisser too" and at that she starts chuckling while playing with the buttons of my shirt.I can't help but feel immense warmth from her words.
My stomach churns with happiness. I uncontrollably smile at her.
I just want to hold her tight and never ever let her go.But, I let her go. I put her to bed, and wait for her to sleep, which she does instantly. I give her another kiss on the forehead and leave. If I stay here for another second, I wouldn't be able to control my feeelings towards her.
During the night, she's all I think about. Hell, she's all I think about during every second of everyday.
But today it was even more intense.
I smile wildly while the thought of her lips on mine, and the words she said repeat in my head over and over again.
Whoever sees me right now, would perhaps think I'm a maniac.I've tried with all my power to not fall for her. I never wanted to fall for her. But I can't help it.
She wants to kill me. But that fact alone wouldn't chage an ounce of my feelings.
She's Beautiful, hell, she's gorgeous.
She's smart, awfully genius.
The way she's so reckless and stubborn makes me smile for some reason.But I don't think her mother would appreciate my feelings for her....
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Historical FictionAn assassination. A monarchy. A depriving love. Augustine amongst her crew ride along a quest. A quest to assassinating a prince. A hazardous menacing game that brings forth feelings blurred by lines of what is and what isn't. Only to have the large...