I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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Upon entering through the massive doors of the palace, my bleeding arm grasped away all the attention making it easier enough for the men dressed in black to hide the red velvety fabric before anyone could see it as it was my wish for her to be the first person to lay her gaze upon it. Everyone stalled their movements, the maids cleaning the ceilings dropping their tools and the women rushing inside somewhere probably to gather all the family members.
Yaroslav women were as dramatic as they came.
Already ready to mourn their husbands, sons and brothers.
Then, the tapping off her bare footsteps echoed against the marble, the white fabric of her dress trailing behind her.
Her thick bundle of locks laid against her shoulders and back, bouncing with each haste step she took. Her long see through scarf wrapped around her thin neck and Eira's white dress with golden lace around the edge made her appear like an angel descending from the stairs of heaven.
Her doe eyes met mine, on the verge of tears and after practically skipping the last step and leaping into my arms, Eira threw her petite arms around me. Now that she was in my arms, I felt home. Her presence was enough to make me feel at home. Home was where she was, it didn't matter whether there was a roof over my head. Whether I had food to eat, these riches and this wealth, none of it mattered.
Only she mattered.
She rejuvenated me.
Pulling apart from me, Eira's hands flew to my face as she cupped it. Her main worry was now me, not even her white clothes that were now stained red with my blood.
"You're okay, right? Please tell me you're fine Viktor." Her gaze fell down to the bleeding flesh before I could even respond to her and I nearly, nearly felt bad because I was the sick bastard that had done this not someone else.
Just for her care, for that same fucking bow to be wrapped around my arm too.
"Eira," I called out to her. "I'm fine. It's a small cut, that's all."
But of course it was quite the difficult task to calm her down. The tremor in her fingers increased and it looked like she was almost on the verge of blasting out her sobs on a bluetooth speaker to the whole world. Her hand slowly clasped around mine as she pulled me towards the living room which was right in front of us underneath the giant staircase.
Eira sat me down on the couch and then turned to the maid, glaring at her. "Go get the fucking medkit! Right now."
Her stern tone with the maids was something that even shocked me because of how kind she actually was which only boosted the smug feeling in my chest. For me, she was willing to become stern. This behavior was all for me, not for Alex, not for some other man. Just me.
