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Chapter 12- Plotting

Karthur

(The day of arrival )

I stood there, my mouth hanging open with unsaid words and unexpressed feelings as I watched her walk away. My heart ached as I slowly turned around and walked back to my tent. I buried my face in my hands. I was sure that my eyes were bloodshot and my head pained beyond measure. There was a rustling at the opening of my tent. Kiara came in.

Her black curls were seductively set around her breasts. Her yellow dress was short and I could see her bare mid- calves. Her neckline swooped low and it gave me a glimpse of her black innerwear. She bent forward, giving me a full view of her breasts. I looked away. In another situation, I would've ravished her on spot but ever since Celestine had gone missing, I'd forgotten how to feel pleasure.

 I was constantly worrying and sulking. Now that I knew that she was held captive by the Kythians, I felt no desire to indulge in sexual activities anymore. My mind was too troubled to focus anywhere else. Women had been the farthest thing from my mind right now. I stared intently at the cloth of the tent, trying to ponder without the distraction hanging right next to me.

"I'm sure that the tent isn't as interesting as my body, love," Kiara murmured seductively.

I fought my urge to scowl. If anybody had asked me a month back whether I wanted to ravish a woman's body, I wouldn't have said no. But this past month with everything that had been going on, after much thinking, I realized why Celestine always told me to get rid of my primal ways. I realized what she meant when she said that sex was a sacred thing. It is something shared between two people who were in love with each other. By actively having sexual intercourse, it had lost its sacredness and purity, especially because it was with someone I had no feelings for. Desire could be a dangerous thing if you let it consume you.

Kiara sat beside me with a pout. I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding. She noticed it but what she didn't realize was that it had been in relief.

"Aw, my poor Prince misses his sister, doesn't he?" she muttered in a sickeningly sweet voice. I didn't reply. I only gritted my teeth. Didn't she realize the depth of what was going on around us?

"It's okay to cry, you know," she whined like a god damned horse. I didn't look at her. I was still thinking about Celestine. I had helped her to escape. I didn't have a choice.

But how?

 She had warned me that the King would come after my head if she tried escaping and I knew she would never risk my life for hers. Hence, I had to risk my own life to save her. The only question that remained was how?

A hand snaked up the back of my neck and Kiara jolted my head sideways so I would look at her. I growled as I finally gave her my attention.

"What is it?" I snapped harshly. Didn't she have something else to do?

 The least she could do was mourn with me as Celestine was her Princess too. That, however, seemed like the last thing on the girl's mind. The hand she had kept on the back of my neck pushed my head forward with a hard thrust, making my face meet directly with her chest. She held me so tight that I could barely breathe.

"There, there, my Prince," she whispered. "You can cry all you want! I'm here to comfort you!"

Why the heck did she have to make everything so sexual?!

My anger shot up. She shouldn't be trying to seduce me; she should be mourning, like the rest of Satian's citizens. After a few seconds of suffocation and unbearable hate, I pushed her aside so hard that she toppled onto the floor.