Captive Of The Count

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I am back! Been sick and my eyes were in a terrible state.

Forgive me🥹 here's an update.

Amara's pov

Am I falling in love with my father's enemy or am I going crazy? Plus he kidnapped me! He's my captor!

I took in deep breaths staring at the mirror before me, my cheeks still flushed pink from Orian catching me too many times gazing at him, my hair ruffled from my running my hands through it and my lips twisted to keep me from screaming.

It wasn't like it was inevitable because he is my soulmate.

The way he made my heart skip beats, my skin tingling when he grazed it with the mere pad of his finger, his scent driving me crazy, his eyes drawing me to be lost in them severally and me just wanting to be around him was enough to call it falling in love.

And if I wasn't careful, I'd be in love soon enough but I didn't fear that, I only feared him not loving me back.

I had always noticed the littlest things about Orian from the crease between his brows when he thought to the way his fingers slightly moved when he was nervous. I noticed how deep his dimples went when he smiled and how his smile had me craving his laugh.

But it was different, knowing I was falling deeper than I should for him. It felt almost illegal to notice these things and I felt like a criminal anytime he caught me staring, I wonder if he knew how I felt and if he already knew he would never feel the same way.

He said he liked me a lot but I want more, I wanted him to feel for me like I felt for him, to crave me as I craved him and I wanted to fill his thoughts as he filled mine.

I had to excuse myself from the room where the kids were reading their bedtime stories after he caught me staring at him again. I could feel his eyes following me when I made my shameful exit on quaky legs which were a result of abhorring feelings for Orian.

I think I have been in this bathroom for more than thirty minutes being super comfortable with trying to calm the butterflies that erupted In my belly because I felt like my fairy tale had just begun.

It's a norm for fairy tales to have happy endings with singing forest birds and a lavish wedding with the Prince and princess riding off into the meadows with the prospects of a happier life.

                     In my fairy tale, I wasn't whisked off and seduced by a prince. I was deceived and kidnapped by a dark lord who so happened to be my father's enemy while also being my soulmate. The fates did know how to play unfairly while our destinies have been orchestrated.

A dark lord and a princess, a relationship built on deceit and now progressing into something obsessive could pass as a taboo.

And I prayed that this wouldn't end in a tragedy.

I had never read a fairytale similar to mine and truly this is the first of its kind.

You are overthinking, Cora tried to calm me but I couldn't help it, calm down everything would be alright Amara.

I doubt they would be, him only liking me and not falling in love with me. The other rulers and probably his people will be against us being together and Hector might scheme an evil plan to destroy us.

Breathe Amara, I tried to calm myself, everything will be good.

I ran my fingers through my hair and stared back at my reflection only to find Orian standing next to me. A scream tore from my throat at how startled I was and I stumbled back bumping into him before reeling forward and falling over the dressing mirror.