The End of the Bloody King

Chapter2: Breaking Bonds

Lucien was surrounded by relentless darkness, the only sound that of distant screaming. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing across the endless plain of darkness. The scent of blood permeated the air as a river of red began to seep and drip from the walls of black. Whispered words echoed softly in his ears, an eerie giggle accompanied by the stench of death. "How does it feel, Olyver?" The voice asked, revealing itself as a lifeless pair of familiar eyes. He looked down to see a bloodied sword in his hand and when he looked back up all he could see was corpses lying at his feet, blood seeping into his shoes and dead eyes staring up at him. "No-" he whispered, dropping the bloodied sword. He whimpered in his sleep, features tightening as he became feverish in dream.
Feeling his body grow warmer with fever Shiva wakes in panic " oh sheet I didn't remove it fast enough..." She quickly removed her chemise the nurses lent her and ripped open his shirt...she stared down at his chiseled body gocking for a moment before she shook her head to snap out of it.. "Ice bewildered Ice be cold let my body freeze unfold.." She chants with her hands across her heart. Her body tints to a blue her eyes glow. She takes a deep breath and lays her small body against his bare skin together; they steam with a great hiss as the two collide..the hotter he gets the more she chants to freeze. Hoping to keep his fever down..." please stop fighting me...you don't need to be hot you stubborn dragon..." She clings to him tighter...waiting to see if her efforts work or are in vain.
Then suddenly a light burst through the darkness of his dream. A sweet humming reverberated through the field of blood and parted it like the Red Sea. It was delicate, feminine. It was as if an Angel had descended before him, wreathed in glorious brilliance. He lifted his gaze as she banished his darkness, reaching to heal him with compassion in her ice blue eyes. He reached for her, needing her healing grace so desperately. He needed her. He wanted her. "Save me." He whispered, letting her gentle hand cup his cheek in the palm of her glorious hand. The pain dissolved, the heat died down, and he was at peace once more. "Stay with me." He whispered once more, clinging to his Angel of crimson red hair and gentle blue eyes. He did not awake from his feverish sleep, instead relaxing as he fell into a comfortable sleep with a hand resting on Shiva's back almost possessively.
As she feels the heat die out she lets out a sigh of relief as she tries to slide off of him he lays his hand on her back caressing her at first she is scared, after a moment she feels a calm sensation wash over her as I'd this is where she needs to be as if this is the one that can protect her. She smiles down at him and lays her head down on his chest and closes her eyes listening to his heartbeat. Her body now matches his temperature and feeling their hearts beat in sync.
Lucien let out a soft moan as his eyes fluttered open. He felt as if he had just gotten stepped on by Kulaan. He was about to get up but the tickling of soft hair brushed against his neck. He glanced down to see a head of bright crimson hair illuminated by a halo of dazzling sunlight. Her small body was almost completely enveloped in his own, a small rose in the hands of a dragon. It took a moment to realize that no clothing stood between him and her. He could feel every inch of her soft ivory skin, and the warmth of her breath against his chest. The Angel from his dream? His gaze narrowed as his fingers slid across the smooth skin of the woman's back, a strange emotion settling in his chest. He longed to have her, to keep her, to protect her. He couldn't let her go. He wouldn't let her go. Her light enveloped him, it consumed him, it saved him. She will be mine. She will be mine. The mantra repeated in his head as his Angel slept in his arms. No one else could have her.
Goosebumps arose as his fingers slid across her back. She shivered and groaned softly, rolling her head a bit. " five more minutes Grenda...the sun is barely awake.." She rolls over pulling the blanket over her head blocking out the light curling into the fluffy bed, her back now brushed against his side.
A smirk spread over his face and he slowly slid his arm around her waist, rolling over so his muscular chest pressed against her back. He nestled his nose into her neck breathing in her sweet scent. He closed his eyes as an overpowering surge of overprotectiveness and possessiveness washed over him. Heat radiated from his body, enveloping her completely. "C'mon Princess." He chuckled softly, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.
Her eyes open quickly as she realizes where she is . Her mind races 'what now...' his body pressing against hers she can feel the heat rising. She takes a deep breath. " I umm..." as the bed feels like lava she squirms in his arms.."ahh"
"What princess? Cant take the heat?" He teased softly into her ear, holding her body against his tightly. After a moment he released her, rolling out of the bed and picking up his torn shirt from off the ground. "Hmm... what happened here?" He turned with a smirk in his golden eyes.She wraps herself in the blanket as he let's go and stands across from him..." you'd be surprised how much I can take..what you should worry about is what I can send back." She tilts her head at him.
He just chuckles as his warm fingers gently lift her chin, "I don't fear you, little rose." He responded softly as he let go of her chin, his fingers gently grazing her neck and collarbone before turning his head. "You should get dressed. You'll turn too many heads like that." He said as he ran his fingers through his curls, sliding his shirt back over his head, his pants hanging dangerously low on his hips.
" But I don't have any clothes" She looked around. Then back at him watching his muscles move as he puts on his shirt to find herself smiling. She covers her mouth with the blanket and bites it to show no emotions..
He turns his gaze back over to her and quirks an eyebrow. "What in the world were you doing last night? Trying to seduce me as I slept?" He said as he moved closer to her and gazed down at the small woman wrapped in the thick blanket. He watched her for one more moment, his gaze traveling to her shoulder as the blanket slipped downwards slightly. His jaw flexes once as his eyes flash but he simply pulls it backup and averts his eyes. She was too tempting like this. "Oh, don't you know it dragon boy?" She drags her nail up his chest to his chin and puts it on his lip matching his eye. She giggles " no darling I didn't affect your reputation. Your safe
"You little minx." He said as he feigned irritation, taking her by the waist and tossing her onto the bed. He moved slowly and placed both of his hands on either side of her head as he smirked down at her, straddling her. "Two can play at that game princess." He leaned down to whisper that into her ear before letting his lips brush against the sensitive spot behind her ear.
She smiles up at him reaching her arms up to his face locking eyes with him. She lifts her leg slowly grazing her outer thigh against his inner thigh. " shall we play then." She tilts her head wrapping her hand around his neck into his curly lock slowly pulling his head down.
His gaze tightens, the muscles in his abdomen flexing for a moment as her thigh brushes against his. He let out a low, frustrated groan before he harshly nipped her neck. "Oh you temptress." He said in a low voice before he easily picked her up, blanket and all and began to carry her out of the room. " ahh" She grabs the collar of his shirt "where are you taking me?" She stares up at him as he carries her .
"To Aeija's suite so you can put on some pants." He responded as he used his side to push open the door and carried her out into the hallway. The guards turned their heads and gawked at the pair, their gaze following Shiva. Lucien wrapped her up even tighter in the blanket, a strange sense of greed and possessiveness consuming him. He didn't want the guards looking at her, he didn't want anyone else to see her as he saw her. He wanted her to be all his. No one else could have her, he wouldn't allow it. His arms held her even tighter to his chest, making sure every inch of her ivory, delicate skin was covered by the blanket as he moved to his own room. She was his Angel.
"Lucien, your crushing me." She squirmed gasping for air beneath the blanket. She looked at the door. " ummm this is your room? Not Aeija's. Are you trying to get me alone in your chambers?" She giggled as she patted his cheek.
"Your Highness!" The voice that sounded loudly was accompanied by the sound of running feet and whispered shouts. A group of finely clad men were making their way towards Lucien, along with a very angry woman in front of them. "Lucien!!" She called in a thick accent, her dark eyes narrowed as her long hair, dark turning to platinum silver, flowed behind her petite and graceful form. "Where have you been? I have been looking for you all over ze place! Who is this?" She paused as she noticed Shiva wrapped in his embrace and glared at her with her iridescent eyes. "Your highness, we tried to stop her but she was insistent-" a servant tried to explain, clearly out of breath from chasing the light haired beauty.The woman gave Shiva an intense glare, her dark eyes sending daggers straight at her.
As the woman sends daggers eyes towards her, Shiva's first reaction is to send them right back..but then she smiles a devilish smile out of view covering her face with the blanket to make it look like she is cowering in his arms. She then lays her face into Lucien's chest to act scared and frail. And she whispers to Lucien " looks like I got you in trouble...sorry.. should probably put me down and go with her."
Lucien's arms move to hide her from view, his golden gaze narrowing as the heat radiating from his body heightened slightly. His gaze and manner however, were cold. "Ah, Rashta. A pleasure to see you again. But I was under the impression you were meant to return to Illea yesterday evening." He said as his head tilted, his voice cold and civil. Rashta seemed outraged at his reply and spat out some words in her native language before turning on her heel and storming back where she came from. "Vile, cruel man!" Her voice could be heard down the hall as she threw her arms into the air. "Your highness, she is a member of your harem and a princess of a foreign nation. I must insist you rethink your actions..."
Shiva looks up at him in a judge kinda face like really a harem? She scoffs and folds her arms. 'Maybe he is that kind of guy' she thinks to herself. " put me down..." She says to him coldly and sternly. Her body is ever so cold and getting heavier.
Lucien ignores the woman in his arms, his gaze fixated on the advisor. "Why should I if I have no interest in any of them?" He responded in a soft voice, his arms only wrapping tighter around Shiva. The advisor opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself as Lucien gave him a narrowed and icy glare. "Now gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I have something more important to do right now." He said as he entered his room with Shiva still wrapped tightly in his embrace.
" Lucien I mean it put me down..." She pushes against his chest trying to break free from him. " You're no different than those men you freed me from...." Her expression shifts from hurt to anger..Lucien tilts his head in confusion as she says this but his glittering gaze goes empty. It was as if he was withdrawing on himself in case of emotional injury. "What do you mean just like them? An abuser? A rapist? You accuse me of such things?"
" You have a harem?!" She pushes herself out of his arm onto the floor, falling and not catching herself. As she stands she doesn't bother covering herself..." I have been around a long time and because I am a woman it has always been the same...you're just hungry looking for your next meal..." She holds both of her arms hugging herself clinging her hair around her. " please explain...before I jump to an assumption..." Her back to him. The temperature in the room fluctuates between hot and warm.
"Do not tell me you are so naive, princess." He said in a deadly soft voice as he crouched before her and lifted her chin. "Taking a harem and concubines from foreign lands strengthens and creates political and foreign alliances." He responded as he gazed down at her. "You say you wish to see the good in me, yet jump to grievous assumptions of my character." He leaned in further, his molten gaze burning seemingly into her very core. After a moment he chuckled. "It would please you to know, however, you are the only woman I've shared a bed with. I have no interest in the women that surround me. But you may continue thinking the worst of me if it would please you my lady."
Her eyes flicker and look almost as if she is going to cry. She reaches up, grabs his collar with both hands on each side and yanks him into her level. Her eyes seem to fuel with rage as she makes him have contact with her. " Please don't call me princess, I am not one..." She pulls him into her inches from his lips. Her lip quivers before she leans into them. Her soft lips meeting his, the smell of flowers fill the air before the temperature becomes smoldering hot like lava. As she leans away from him and lets him go her hair glows a vibrant red almost like flames, as she releases him and walks a few steps away.." I won't assume things so quickly, but will let you explain first."
Lucien freezes as she kisses him, every muscle in his body tensing as her soft lips pressed against his own. Then quite suddenly, flaming desire burst throughout his body, coursing through his veins. It was a deep seated hunger, a raging lust to feel her against him, beside him. He longed to take her, make her his, claim her as his own. He wanted to do bad to take her and leave his mark on her body for all time and eternity. His jaw flexed and his eyes, dark and hungry, burned into hers. He slid his arm around her waist and dragged her body against his, holding her impossibly close to his own. He could feel the beat of her heart, the touch of her body against his... it only fed his all consuming desire for her. He leaned down and captured her lips with his own, his kiss wild and demanding. It was sultry and passionate, raging with the fiery inferno that heated his skin into an endless blaze. "Mine." He growled against her lips.
"I can't...you have to...marry a princess. Unite an alliance with another kingdom. I don't have that...I'm riff raff...a common urchin... you....I shouldn't...but something tells me...I urge to be with you..just near you..." She slaps both her hands to her head...." I'm awful "She backed away from him collapsing to the floor holding her head in agony. The essence around her shifts in different arrays of color. Voices echoing around jumbling together to make absolutely no sense. Tears fall from her eyes only to hit the floor as a diamond. "Make it stop....ah"
"Princess-" Lucien began, moving to take her back into his arms. "Shiva!" He took her face in both of his hands and forced her to look at him. "Look at me!" His voice was quite loud, his gaze concerned and desperate. She looks at him, her eyes filled with tears ,her pupils dilating back and forth. Her hands overlap his." The screams..."
Lucien's mind went blank and he did the only thing he could think of. He pulled her body close to his and cradled her tenderly to his chest. He held her so delicately, as if she was a glass rose that would shatter with one wrong move. But he just held her in his embrace, unsure of what to say or what to do.
As her mind races and visions of blood spilling across the green land she called home. Her ancestors' voices ring inside her head.