Rowans Choice

Chapter Nineteen- Infuriated

Luna was escorted to her new room by the guards only moments ago. I make the journey back down in the lift with my own personal guards to my chambers. I would come to know them well, and by name soon I assumed.

I am in an emotional spin after that moment with both Rowan, and then Luna.

I should be happy to see Luna, no I should be elated to see her, and butterflies should have been present... but the only butterflies I had experienced today were the kaleidoscope I had felt with Rowan.

Rowan, my goodness, she had got to me. A week of being together all day in acts of intimacy had weakened my hate of her. As it dissolved, my feelings for her had begun to reappear at a confronting speed. I never thought I would look upon her in my lifetime again with such affection. The moment I touched her, I felt it, a sensation not unlike the returning home from a long journey. I felt it all those years ago when I returned from Windlere, an all encompassing feeling of complete peace and relief... to be back with my people, a battle fought and won. Hell left behind me.

I had held Luna just now, welcoming her into my arms to greet her, but the tragic truth was, that as she held me at my back, I felt like I was twisting and turning in a space I didn't belong in. We didn't fit. Had we ever?!

Tears pushed against my eyelashes as I passed by each floor and made my back to the branch built for the Sovereigns family... a family that Rowan had forced me into. I was maddened that she had pulled me back in, sucked me into her world again and had me spinning out of control.

In my mind spinning state I looked at it as if it was her fault my walls had come crashing down, but they hadn't, they were still in some erected form. It was Rowan who had got in ... like smoke into a fabric, she had overwhelmed me, and she would be almost impossible to remove with any urgency.

Before I had arrived in the Oak I was so sure that Luna would be my someone special, because unusually she had lasted longer than six full moons. I was impossible to hold down, always moving onto the next just as the current beau was catching feelings and hoping for the same. I didn't commit, not to a soul. How could I?! I didn't remember a time that I even had a heart to give away. Rowan was handed it before my powers even jump started it. She took my almost human heart, and when she abandoned me at the gates of hell, she ripped it away.

I was a fairy with an empty and cavernous chest, even my heart beat felt like an echo of something that once was.

The lift comes to a stop. I pick up the bottom of my dress, my skin glows orange as a fire courses through every inch of me with rage. My tears evaporate with the heat of my skin.

"Rowan" I call loudly. The echo down the hall, it is reminiscent of my heart beat bouncing around inside of me, five years a phantom.

Cricket appears from Rowans room "she's just dressed for bed"

"I don't care" I call back, as I make my way down the hall.

"Well she's not available right now nor decent... so please wait for morn" Cricket argues with raised and daring eyebrows.

"Cricket stand aside" I demand.

"No" she returns stubbornly.

"Move aside before I permanently scar you"

Rowans door opens up behind Cricket. I take a step back to see her in her nightdress. The white material is so thin it's practically see through. Her entire collar bone is exposed.

"Andy there's no need to cremate Cricket... she's hardly had a life yet. Let the poor thing live" she says amused. "Cricket you can go now"

Cricket flips around and glares at her "You are not to be left alone... Sycamores orders" she says in a serious tone.