The Damned Princess

ONESHOT

Author's note: 

Sorry this is not an update. It's a oneshot about Casteel and Lyria. If you have an ideas about one shots, let me know cus I'd be happy to write them.

Description: 

Casteel is a leader in the mafia and Lyria dated him a year ago and then broke up with him due to the dodgy mafia stuff. They meet again in an airport and Casteel is determined to have her again. 

It's like 3500 words so is super long, but just give it a try! Translations are at the bottom for the Italian. I got them from google translate so if they are wrong TELL ME!

Lyria was having a shitty day. And it was only seven o ' clock in the morning. The ridiculous hour was probably one of the irritating factors, that and she hadn't had her two cups of coffee yet. Go on holiday, they said, it'd be relaxing, they said. Pft. In her opinion, it was stupid that there were even flights at seven am. A glance at the flight board told her that there had been one at three. God. No holiday was worth losing her beauty sleep. Not that she needed beauty sleep of course. Lyria flicked her hair before remembering that it was in a tangled clump. However, all these factors were reduced to nothing compared to the fear lingering in the back of her mind. It was the first time she had been on plane since...well since it happened.

"Next, please!"

Next, please. Lyria mocked the cheerful tone of the airport worker as she hauled her heavy bag forward.

"Good morning, miss, where are you flying today?" The death glare she sent him made him falter slightly.

"Rome." Obviously. This was the cue for the flight to Rome.

"Ah lovely, it's really so beautiful this time of the-uh passport please?" The man's happy persona had seemed to wilt under her gaze. Lyria was about to smirk with satisfaction when she saw the man in the first class check in next to her. The air left her lungs and she moved her hair clump to the side to hide her face. He hadn't seen her, and wouldn't. She handed over her boarding pass and passport over quickly. While the worker scanned the barcode she risked a look at him.

Clad in a black Armani suit paired with a rolex watch, styled hair and a side profile to die for, he looked like he'd walked out of a magazine. Lyria hated his perfection, it was seven o'clock for fucks sake, why couldn't he look horrible like the rest of them. If he looked ugly maybe her stupid heart wouldn't be racing so much. It was almost laughable how out of his league she was, even when they had dated she had felt it. Much as she wished otherwise, they hadn't worked at all. He had a darkness inside of him and his business was...dodgy. He would disappear for days on end and then not tell her anything. And damn her, because she had stressed constantly about his safety. While she had been but a passing fancy to him, he had been her everything. Which is why she had ended it a year ago and left the country.

Leave before you get left, was one of her favourite sayings.

So she reeeeaaallly didn't want to start a conversation with him and learn who his new girl of the month was. The thought of him with someone else cut just as deeply as it had a year ago. Ahh it infuriated her how he still had an influence over her. You know what? Fuck him. She was going on a holiday to relax, and there was no way he was fucking it up.

She wasn't worried about being on a flight with him, the idiot had at least two private jets. Show off.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him pick up a black bag (what was it with him and the colour black). Yes! Mission avoid the ex was a success!