Remind Her ✓

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 16

༻𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐯༺

I ran as fast as I could to my father's grave and sank immediately to my knees.

My heart has never been in this much pain before. It was almost hard to breathe.

I knew I should have stopped trying long ago. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much if I did.

I clenched the part of my dress between my chest and cried until I couldn't anymore.

I believed in hope.

I believed in him.

I thought I could change the fate of me being alone, but destiny in itself has proven to be more powerful than me.

How could he expect me to simply let go?

I looked up at the night sky. The stars were shining so bright that I felt as if nature was mocking me.

"Why me?" I asked to no one at all.

"Why..." I whispered again.

● ● ●

I woke up on top of a pallet of many blankets.

I rose quickly and saw a batch of white roses and a little note on top of the stems.

'Give one to your father for me. I had come to wish him well, but you were resting. I don't ask of you to forgive me, but please allow me to show you my apologies this evening.'

I ripped the card in half and held my head, sighing deeply. Though I had slept, I felt dreary.

I heard a horse neigh, and quickly looked towards a tree to see Oridan sitting on the grass near his horse, looking at me.

Has he been watching me all night?

He attempted to give me a crooked smile, "Goodm-"

I cut him off and stood, leaving the roses on the ground.

I heard him sigh and he leaned his head back on the leg of his horse as he tossed a knife.

Though I was more than angry at him, I couldn't get that moment out of my head when he held one of his daggers to my throat during intercourse.

I stormed past him before I could think on it more, and he quickly stood, grabbing my arm.

"Let me go, Oridan!"

He only looked at me.

"What?" I asked, "Aren't those the same words you gave me last night?"

His eyes had the slightest amount of red in them when he looked away from me. I could tell he was exhausted.

"Have a good day, flower," he whispered and let go of me.

I didn't respond and went on.

In order to break this cycle of havoc amongst ourselves, I had to be the one to make the first move.

● ● ●

I carried on this act of avoidance for a couple of days, until one moment I went to the house to pack. I was going to leave. Living with Iven seemed right.

"Flower," that deep voice said from behind me, causing me to stop my movements.

I blinked and quickly turned around, "Y-yes?"

Oridan reached behind me and I stopped him.

"What are you hiding Gloria? This is my room."

It could have been ours, I thought.

His eyes remained on my face, and I realized he looked different. He had shaved his beard and cut his afro. Didn't think I'd live to see the day.

I loved rough-looking Oridan, but fresh-looking Oridan left nothing to the imagination.

I could make out the sharpness of his jaw more clearly due to this, and his even-lined lips were more in view.

My heart almost stopped at the sight of him.

Seeing me stuck in a trance, he reached behind me to take what was in my hand.

He looked at the head piece in his grasp and hummed, "Left your tiara here, hm?"

I rolled my eyes and he placed it on my head. "Giving me an attitude, flower?"

"You're not my father," I hissed.

"No," he whispered, "but you are my little girl."

Long ago he would have referred to me as that within the context of family, but now I could see that he wanted me differently.

I didn't desire to give in to these feelings again. I didn't trust either of us.

Why must he look so lovingly at me?

I did absolutely everything I could to not express how much I missed him and his touch.

I was tired of seeing him leave me for these dumb wars...giving me these unnecessary cold glares just to shoo me away...telling me to let go for his own unspoken reasons.

He had always looked at the queen with such infatuation, but it was never the look I received...until now.

The bass in his voice thrashed through my core in the most wicked form of temptation. I tried not to give in.

"You look perfect," he said into my ear.

That's how I always fell apart.

His gentle domination and honesty.

"Well you look a mess," I responded plainly, but he could sense the waver and doubt as I released a small whine.

"That so..." he cooed huskily into the crook of my neck, feeling my pulse with his softened lips.

I fell back onto the bed instantly.

His hand grabbed onto the both of my wrists, hoistening them above my head as my mind began to spiral, "Then why is it you stare at me?"

"I don't," I whispered, clenching my thighs.

Damn, I thought to myself, why couldn't my body speak lies like my lips?

"Oh?" he spread my legs open fastly with his knee, watching my mouth fall open with delight.

"Must I remind you then Gloria?"