"All characters related to Twilight belong to the beautiful Stephanie Meyers. I only own Ruby, Charlotte, and any other characters that are not apart of the original twilight."
MATURE CONTENT!
"You are not leaving me again. I don't care if I have t...
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ENJOY CHAPTER THREE!
ANCIENT ATHENS, GREECE,
1300 BEFORE CHRIST,
ONE MONTH LATER.
(A/N: HEY, EVERYONE I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I HAVE UPDATED ANY OF MY STORIES. I AM NOT DEAD LOL, BUT A LOT HAS HAPPENED OVER THREE YEARS. FIRSTLY, MY MOTHER DIED RECENTLY, AND HAVE BEEN STRUGGLING WITH GRIEF/ ACCEPTING THE FACT THAT SHE IS GONE. SECONDLY, I AM AT COLLEGE AND ITS BUSY, BUSY, BUSY! ON A POSITIVE NOTE, I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS CHAPTER! OVER THESE PAST TWO YEARS I HAVE RE-READ MY STORY AND I ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO FINISH WRITING CHARLOTTE, RUBY, AND CAIUS' LOVE STORY. (ALONG WITH MY OTHER STORIES) THESE CHARACTERS ARE CLOSE MY HEART.)
A porcelain hand held a smaller tanned-colored one as the two feminine bodies dashed toward the turquoise sea to escape the masculine figure whose tall and powerful frame made it easier for him to gain leverage on them quickly. The two women screamed and laughed hysterically as a strong arm enveloped each of their waists and yanked them toward a broad, muscular chest. A blonde man smiled down at his wives as he scattered rough and playful kisses upon their faces and necks before he lifted the two women in his arms and, in one swift motion, dunked the whole of them underneath the water.
Caius allowed his light blue eyes to observe the scene in front of him, and he could not prevent the twitching of the corners of his mouth. His father was forty-one summers old, however, the older man never looked happier than he looked at that moment with his wives. Though his relationship with his father was strained, it warmed him to know that his father experienced love in this life. It was moments like this when Caius witnessed his father's carefree side. When he was Dominic Drakos, the man, not the king. For a second, Caius wondered if his family would be happier if they were not expected to carry out their duties as the ruling family of Athens. If they were just...normal.
The boy turned his attention away from his father and focused on the vast landscape of the translucent turquoise sea. With unfiltered contentment, Caius tilted his face towards the sky allowing the sun's warmth and healing rays to caress the sharp contour of his jawline and body.
"My Caius." A sweet, familiar voice called.
Immediately, Caius tilted his head downward, and light blue eyes connected with warm, honey-brown eyes. Charlotte sat on top of a blanket surrounded by plenty of comfortable pillows and appetizing foods. She was underneath a massive umbrella that the servants had hammered into the surface of the blanket using rocks and bags of sand. The umbrella covered the entire perimeter of the picnic blanket, which the brown-skinned girl was grateful for because she needed relief from the beaming rays of the Greecian sun.
