In His Grasp

Prolog

He is perfect. Every single thing about him is always perfect. His emerald green eyes look so magical. His smile is so beautiful with that dimple on his right cheek. His voice every time he talks, sings, or just calls me the nickname he gave to me sounds heavenly. His red lips feel so soft against mine. I don't know what I've done, so I deserve this fae prince in front of me. Even this is just in my dreams or imaginations I always getting every night since I moved into this old victorian styled house I bought a year ago.

He told me to call him "Cas" but he forbade me to tell him my name, even though they are just my alias names. He always calls me "my adorable duckling" or "my edelweiss".

Did I ask him for once, why he always said never to tell him my name? He answered, "I don't want to imprison you in my world my edelweiss, even though it's really tempting to make you stay by my side forever so I can protect you as I am your guardian fae prince but I love you, truly love you and I can't let you leaving the world you love." Said he while cupping my face with his pale, strong, but soft hands. I gave him pleading eyes. I want to come with him, stay by his side, even if that means I need to forget everything I have here, people I know, Friends, Family, even my memories. I'll let them go. I want him, no I need him. Tonight I'll tell him my name. I don't care if I'll be his bride, queen, prisoner, or his slave as long I can stay by his side for the rest of my life.

He is here always in the middle of the night. he gave me a puzzled look when he saw me standing nearby the window under the moonlight, wearing the beautiful dress he presented me a month ago. He said, " wear this dress when you gonna tell me your decision or something important to me." And this is the time I'll inform him of my decision and something important for me. I see his face full of anticipation. I smiled at him when he touch my left cheek with his right hand. His emerald green eyes looked straight at my dark brown ones. Deep so deep, deeper than the untouched wilderness.

When I say " My prince, my name is Isabel Kayra McLachlan." He can't cover his surprised face, then he kissed me, and I returned the kiss. Made us exchange our saliva. "My Isabel, my name is Caspian Magnus Vonstein the High King of Fae. Yes, Isabel, I am not a mere prince, but a fae King..." Suddenly the void engulfs me. "...and your king my Isabel."