Remind Her ✓

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 18

༻𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐯༺

I giggled when Oridan kissed all over my face. His hand trailed lightly down my stomach and tugged gently at the hairs between my legs.

It almost made me want to go another round, but he pulled away too soon.

"I've fixed you a bath and I want you to go relax in it, alright?"

I whined, "Just a little more~"

He clenched his jaw a little to fight the arising urges he was having too. "Not right now."

When I turned my head away, he kissed my shoulder and rubbed my arm, "Cum bunny can wait, can't she?"

Cum bunny?

He laughed again at my reaction and I loved the sound of it. I had never seen him so full of life.

"The way you bounced really excited the little guy, flower."

More like big guy, I thought.

"Oh?" I smirked.

He smacked my hip, quickly straightening his face, and I squealed. "Hey!"

"Go bathe. Now."

I fastly sat up, "Yes sir!"

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I looked at the bath that Oridan had made for me.

There were hyacinth pedals within it. The symbol of forgiveness and gratitude.

They were beautiful and my absolute favorite.

I stepped inside and saw the story Oridan used to read to me all the time as a child on the side of the tub.

I opened to a page and laid back.

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𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠...

I jumped up and down as Oridan walked through the door stained in blood. "Papa! Please read me a story!"

He looked so drained that day.

"No," he said to me coldly.

I looked down at the ground, "Okay..."

Before I could turned to leave, I heard him let out a heavy sigh, "Alright, come here."

He laid his sword against the wall and shrugged off his ripped cape.

He sat on the floor to avoid getting his sofas dirty and I crawled over next to him.

"This is a different book papa," I said in confusion.

"Yes. The moral is more prominent within this tale than the others."

"Why is that?" I asked and bounced in place.

"Keep still Gloria. You are not a dog."

I nodded and stiffened.

He sighed and flipped to the first page, "It is about a talking dragon and a sheltered princess falling in love."

I scrunched my face up, "That's weird."

His eyes suddenly didn't look so sad anymore, "Of course. Like people, you cannot help who you love, even if it is out of the ordinary."

"But he's a literal beast!" I squealed, "just like you!"

He held in a laugh, "Is that so flower?"

I crossed my arms and nodded, "Mhm!"

"Well the princess does not see him in that way, Gloria. There is more to us than the surface."

"How do they fall in love papa?"

He petted my head, "Let's read through their journey and see, shall we?"

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𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩...

I smiled to myself. Perhaps he wasn't that bad of a father figure.

Oridan and I really had come a long way.

Never imagined us being in love quite like this, but now here we are.

I flipped to the end of the book and looked at the princess holding the dragon's hand, who had turned to a human prince.

In a sense, that is what I was to Oridan. His humanity.

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I walked out of the restroom in nothing but a towel and saw the princess in the room.

She gasped and held her stomach, "What the hell uncle?!"

Oridan didn't budge and looked me up and down with those persuasive dark eyes.

I was lost for words, "I...princ-"

She held up and hand and walked away immediately, slamming the door behind her.

I looked around at the candles lit in the room and Oridan took off his robe, "Anxious, Gloria?"

Surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed. "Not at all. What is it she came for?"

"I am allowing her to join the knights."

"But she is a woman--"

"The compass has chosen her and I can't do much to change her mind. She will be fine as long as she has me."

He'd be leaving me all over again...I felt it.

This kingdom would fall if he didn't end that powerful witch of Marianth.

Even so, I hated that he had to be captain.

He walked over to me and softly unfolded the towel on my body.

As if he could read my mind, he picked me up and laid me on the bed once more.

This was all either of us could do to clear our heads.

"Don't think of it anymore," he whispered and kissed the heartbeat between my breasts.

I nodded as I felt tears prickle my eyes.

Just remain alive, I thought.

He rose up and I placed my hand to his heart.

I couldn't believe I was finally there.

A crown was tatted over the last letter of my name, and I smiled.

He couldn't possibly forget my confessions now. Could he?

"Look at me angel," he whispered.

My eyes met his and he brought my fingers to his lips, "I will always come back to you."

I nodded once more, and before I could shed a tear, he kissed all my worries away.

I didn't want him to forget me while he's gone.

I couldn't bear trying to remind him all over again.

I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I was scared those words would set us apart.

He's never told me those three little words either.

What exactly were we, if we were in love, but too burdened to say I love you?

Nothing but an endless cycle, and I wanted it to catch flames.