~𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥~

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Hesitantly though, I end the kiss. Taking in the view a final time until I disappear somewhere he can't see how I'm feeling.

Why do I keep doing this? Why do I keep breaking our kisses when I'm so desperate?
It's either I have him, or I end things with him. I need to decide.
Perhaps ending things is the best to choice. As to avoid talking to Elijah about it.

I try to distract myself and admire some beautiful - though dusty - artwork and sculptures.
It looks as though this was an art class. A couple of canvases with the same painting but different styles.
All drawn with utter talent.

Back home, I didn't have such privilege. I've admired art with my heart, though I had to get creative, as such classes - Art, music and that of creative interest - were so expensive to wield and not nearly as important.

Oh I can't get Fredrick out of my head. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Don't. Think. About. Him.

With every ounce of control in my body, I manage to get some sleep in one of the corners. Avoiding the urge to lay in between his warm body. His hands all over mine...

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"No we can't-"
"Yes- listen, I promise safety to your daughter. Isn't that what you want? Trust me it'll work!"
Hisses and whispers wake me up from my sleep.
My neck strained from my posture.
I walk towards the sound of whispers in the distance.
Mother and Fredrick as expected. They immediately stop their argument the moment they see me - of course.
"Daughter. Morning."
"Morning." Fredrick says awkwardly.
"Morning." I say to both. "So, what are we discussing."
"Oh, darling, it's nothing."
Can't she just tell me for once?

We're still in the room of yesterday's. Guards roaming around inside, and I expect outside hidden.
The castle till this day is not all fully cleared.
Some chambers of course, to house the king and his courtiers, but the rest is still marked as though dangerous - due to how massive this castle is, they couldn't afford men to search it.

"Fine. Call me when you're done."
Mother gives me a brief smile as I turn back to where I was previously hidden.

I feel the intensive glare of someone - Fredrick, I assure as I take a quick peep.

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