The Necromancers

Chapter eighteen

Drystan's POV

My home was overfilled.

Any corner I went to, it was already flooding with people and I was not happy about it. Not even a bit. In all my twenty-one years of living, I have never been a people person. It just never sat well with me. Even today I find it hard to converse with people or make new friends. So that leaves me with my cousin and my one friend from my childhood who has always stuck by me no matter what. Those two are the closest thing I have to proper friends and I am content with that.

I looked down at the young lady clutching my arm as her life depended on it, and then I looked at her mother staring at the two of us from across the room. This is my lifestyle. Matchmaking, politics, people, and then some more matchmaking. Her mother tipped her head in her daughter's direction and I knew what was coming next, so detangled myself from her and took a step back.

Just as I assumed, she poured the glass of the drink in her hand on her and partly on my side, accidentally because she is so clumsy. The first few times it happened in the past I would have to show the lady to the restroom and then be pounced upon in there by them. They almost harassed me.

"This is wrong. You're harassing me!" I had complained as I pulled my arm back from the girl who was rubbing her breasts on my arm.

"Don't be silly. Men cannot be harassed."

She had spoken so confidently that for days I wondered if she was right, and then when it happened again, I confided in my cousin, Eden, who is two years elder than me and I hoped he would know what it was all about and it was when he told me, I realized that no, men can be harassed too. Men can be victims too. And men can feel uncomfortable in such situations too.

I was only eighteen back then and ever since then it just grew. By now I was so familiar with the drill that it almost became second nature to me. She looked at me with a sheepish smile and then asked in a sultry voice to take her to the bathroom. I cringed at all of it. She was just a girl, barely eighteen, and her mother wanted me to woo her, only so that she could be the queen of the kingdom. Low blow. And when it's not about the kingdom then it's usually about how I look and how much I could pleasure then in the bed.

All of these thoughts make me sick to my stomach and make me question my worth. Everyone has that question in their minds of whether they are good enough or not. And I too began wondering if I was just good because of my money, status, and sex.

And then she came around and to the Beathan, I have never seen someone so small and so feisty. She is like a fireball wrapped in human skin. The day she jumped at me outside her hotel room, I thought she was just another girl wanting to get into my pants but her eyes and the dagger pressed to my throat spoke another story. I was confused but aroused at the same time. This was my first willing arousal and that too for a girl who would have killed me.

I was confused that day. And the days after it because I couldn't figure out why I was so aroused regarding her. Sure she is beautiful with big violet and indigo, black-rimmed eyes, which held a certain spark to them. Her brown hair were looking soft and silky and I briefly wondered how it would look wrapped around my fist. Those freckles on her cheeks and nose were the cutest fucking thing ever and it had been over two decades since I called something cute. Her full pink lips were so kissable and so fuckable and that smooth pale skin of hers was just the cherry on top of everything that she was as a woman.

Astoria Luna Hale would be the death of me and I was all in to be sacrificed if only to have a taste of her.

It began with a mere attraction for her. I was attracted to her and then I was curious about her because whenever she regarded me, it was usually with hatred. And any time we talked she looked like she hated my voice. It was intriguing as much as it was fucking cute. Suddenly anything that had to do with her seemed cute to me. She is an adorable person.

The day she had left for her trip, I was worried about her and wanted to just trail after her like a lost puppy but I knew no good would come out of it. Mamma and papa kept talking to her and I had to know how she was doing and so I would often ask them and now they know about it. They know that I like Astoria and they never leave a chance to tease me about it. I guess they had started to believe that I was gay.

She was to return today and its already past midday. The only reason why I wasn't in my library at this point was because I needed to see her. I wasn't obsessed with her. I wasn't. I just admired her as a person and wanted to be around her most of the time. That was it. It did not mean anything more I guess.

"Prince Drystan would you please help me locate my room?" A soft purr from my left dragged my eyes away from the gates of the palace. I looked at the lady from head to toe, she was older than me by a few decades but was fairly pretty.

"I'm sure our butler can help you miss." I said politely, trying to dismiss her.

"Oh but they are all busy." She said taking a step closer to me and running a soft hand down my arm.

I fought against the shudder that broke out through me and pulled my arm away from her. They all just don't know the meaning of personal fucking space. Before I could say something else, my cousin, Eden stepped forward and whisked the woman away from my arm, and threw me a wink over his shoulder.

My eyes focused on the gate again as I tried to find her face among the blur of nobodies. I could care less for these people out here. They were just a nuisance to society. Most of them were. I wonder how she turned out in the one month that she was away from here. Did she still hate me? Did she find someone else in her life? Did she get the peace of mind that she went to look after?

"Prince Drystan!" Nyx yelled my name I groaned internally while looking in her direction. She was like a little sister to me and hence she often annoyed me, but right now was not the time for her to be annoying. I had to see Astoria and everyone seemed to have found an interest in, making conversations with me. "There is a situation at the northern part of the palace. Sorin has asked you to look after it."

My mood went from annoyed to more annoyed. But I realized that I couldn't possibly be acting like a stupid young boy stalking his first ever crush. And I had duties to attend to. I think Astoria could wait for now. With a single nod, I walked past Nyx, on to hear her mumble, "so many years at the palace and he still doesn't talk with proper sentences."

"Nyx," I called over my shoulder, her cheeks had turned red when she realized that I heard her, "you can address me as Drystan. No need to be so formal with me."

"I- okay. Sorry I didn't mean it like that." She blabbered.

"Its okay." I left from there and moved towards the north of the palace only to see another family causing a scene.

It took me longer than usual trying to settle the problems at the northern gate. When I returned and went to my mamma she told me that Astoria had returned. I groaned internally and went back to my room seeing no use staying outside of it. This was not fair. However, there was little I could do about it. At least Astoria was safe and back at home.

As I went to bed that night, I felt much lighter than before despite the horrible advances of the ladies. I even had a shower thrice and scrub all over so I wouldn't throw up at night thinking about all of those women touching me. I just felt violated and it never sits well with me. I wonder if anything will change soon, just so I can feel safe. Because the worst feeling in the world is not feeling safe in your own home.