DALEIA

First Impressions

It couldn't be, this man could not have been my mate, the king, seriously? my internal freak out causes me to break eye contact and start to fidget , this could be a false alarm , I could just be imagining it , I move forward and bow 

" Good day king Malcolm " 

He does not respond and I can't stand up to my full height till he responds , his sister nudges him a confused look on her face , as long as we don't touch he can't fully confirm that we are mates and I can continue living in the sweet unknown , but of course my body does not allow that to happen , when he moves forward my first reaction is to move back and trip, causing him to reach out and try to catch me , when we touch.. his arm circling around my waist , I know , I just know I have no idea how to explain it but his touch as gentle and faint as it is, is enough for me to know completely that he is mine and I am his . Although it is embarrassing that my mate's first impression of me is when I almost face plant.

The best way to describe it is that it feels like home , like I belong there with him at any given moment , that combined with his scent and the heavenly looks he possesses cause me to grab onto his arm on instinct pulling myself closer to him and to an upright position, his sharp eyes assess me closely studying my face then moving to the rest of me his eyes turn dark , hand moving to caress the ugly bruises on my neck caused by his sister and the ones on the rest of my body the ones caused by the unexplained burning .

His rough but oddly gentle hands move over a particular bruise near my collarbone causing me to flinch, he flinches too as if my hiss of pain hurt him. He makes eye contact with me again and this time, he speaks
"What is your name? "
His voice successfully knocks the wind out of me, its velvety like chocolate, running over my whole body and making me shiver,  it makes me speechless. 

"love?"
he looks at me deeper as if a curious child at something they had never seen before
"Daleia , my name is Daleia "
He studies me again bringing both his hands to my face , the way he looked at me made me feel adored , cherished even, the tingles I felt when he touched me not stopping either .

"Daleia" the way he said my name something about it felt right.. it felt safe, I can't explain how. He pulls me closer then bringing my face close to his chest, overwhelming me with the scent of him, I felt high and his breath at the crook of my neck melted me right away.

We stand there relishing each other's touch and all I can think about is father, I couldn't imagine how he had survived so long without mother, the thought of being without Malcolm tore me to shreds. It made me cry, I felt horrible for crying, which only made me cry worse, I couldn't remember the last time I had felt that safe , so comforted, so loved all from one single embrace. I had lived my life as separate after father died, being here in the arms of my mate opened my feelings to the comfort I had been missing. I felt free.. and his soothing hand up and down my back didn't help calm me down at all, it just made me grab on to his suit jacket tighter, nothing and I mean nothing, would have moved me from him, it takes bit for the tears to stop. And when they do, he pulls back but keeps his hands around me looking down at me.

"what's wrong love?"
"nothing is wrong" I sniff  "I just... Ive been alone for a long time so this whole mate bond is a little overwhelming."

"Seeing tears in your eyes upsets me.. come let's sit"

He moves me over to the bed where we both take a seat not once letting go of each other's hand, I needed the contact and imp guessing so did he. Its then that I realize that the room was empty, we'd been left alone.

" there are things that you need to know. I hope I  bring some clarity to your questions , I of course didn't expect a seer to be my mate but it's all according to the prophesy "

A prophesy? now I'm confused he realizes that I'm lost and chuckles , moving stray hair from my face "my father had what we call a seer in the palace , he was his closest friend, the day I was born was much similar to yours , weird weather bright moon and all, the seer , a person who can see the future told my father that something bad was going to happen in the next generation , a coming war the death of a king and so forth and that a gift would be send for the goddesses servant to fight whatever bad thing was going to happen , now I have no idea what the bad thing is but I know that the gift is you , the only seer alive , my gift. the seer asked that I be named Malcolm, which meant servant , and you love are named Daleia which means gift , thus the prophesy coming true in some cases , my father lost his life , you were brought to me .. I hope you follow"

" the prophesy was written down by one of the scribes of the palace, but it was lost before my father could give it to me , he told me something important was on it and that it would help us in the coming evil that is spoken of , but I haven't been able to find it . the seer wasn't sure if the prophesy was to be fulfilled during either the reign of father , me or my son" he stops " turns out its us love "

 
I'm baffled at this point , speechless, I understood what he was saying but I was also a lot more confused

 " I understand but what about me coming here can you shed some light on that?"

 he sheds his shoes moving so he leans his back on the headboard looking at me to do the same so I do and he resumes holding my hand and telling me how I had gotten here.

" we got a call from your pack ...someone saying that you knew what happened to the king and were being brought in, it was a day after I was coroneted so I was still a little busy with all of that , when you arrived I wasn't there so whoever left you here , I assume they left straight away but we've called them back and they will be here in a week's time , you've been here a week too and I just got back from talks with some packs a few hours ago , I came here after some time and met you. My brother filled me in on what you told him too so for now every thing seems to be lining up"

I gazed at him , this wasn't the cold man Sienna had told me about , he was compassionate , warm , safe the way he held my hand alone changed my whole perspective on what i was to expect from him, we sit there both deeply in thought and in our own worlds , i dont realise that he's fallen asleep till i hear his slight snores , i smile taking the time to really look at him, not that i hadn't before , his hair is jet black and curly falling over his forehead he has a faded haircut which suis him and highlights his amazing jawline, he has dark eyebrows and long lashes high cheekbones and full lips , perfection, at least in my eyes he is , he has a faint scar on his cheek, when I look closer I see dark circles under his eyes, he was exhausted, probably from all the work he had and taking care of his family.

I brush hair from his face and he leans closer to my touch following my hnad till his head is resting on my lap, I had more questions to ask but for now he deserved some rest and quite frankly so did I.