"Ilvenie Dest, Rebelli Neur."
The Atlas was just a myth. A ship that sails on its own compass. They said you don't need a map to get to your destination, just by whispering a wish it'll sail to where your heart desires.
Two siblings - A brother and...
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CHAPTER TWO
MORNING CAME, YET he laid awake on the large bed beneath the satin sheets. Daylight had entered the chambers through the heavy velvet curtains, brightening the room in the process. Tomorrow's the day. He's going to get down on one knee, ask her for her hand in marriage. He was going to marry her.
Seven years had passed since he had fallen in love with the Princess of Leandre, and it wasn't long until she returned his feelings as well. They had kept it hidden, away from the eyes of the public and years of sneaking around. Wisteria had granted him permission to court her and although he was hesitant at first, his feelings for her strongly overcame all of his senses.
And he couldn't resist her. She was beautiful — an Angel, so graceful, and brilliant, but most had underestimated her ability and Wisteria said only he was able to see her in a different light. Different than others do, and it made her happy.
Then if she's happy, so was he.
He'd do anything to see the smile on her face.
Lawson sighed. He felt the bed shifted and a weight settling on his shoulder. He turned his head slightly, his lips brushed against her golden ringlets. "Morning, dove." Wisteria mumbled wistfully against his skin.
"Good morning, your highness."
He grinned as the princess groaned. "What?" He laughed.
"I've told you, years, that you don't have to call me that!" Wisteria scolded him lightly. "You're not them. You're my lover." She leaned on her elbows, bringing her face closer to his and beamed. "Call me by my name, dove. For I am yours and yours only." Her lips touched his and like always he returned the kiss more passionately, and they lingered for more than a second before she pulled away and placed her head on his chest.
"As I am yours too, snow." He responded. The chirping sound of the birds caused him to glance outside and wince. Like he had noticed earlier, it was already morning, which meant his time with his lover had come to an end and he should begin his duties for the day. Lawson forced himself out of bed, trying to ignore Wisteria's protest and picked up his shirt from the floor.
Oh, how he wished he could stay in bed with her. Everything felt like a dream when he's with her.
"Do you have to leave?" Wisteria pouted. She sat up and Lawson had to divert his eyes as her hair fell over her naked chest. "You could call in sick." She suggested.
"I wish I could, Snow. But Estelle needs me."
"I'm sure she could manage."
Lawson chuckled. "Oh, believe me, she won't. She's a living disaster but nonetheless, my sister."
"Lawson, your sister is a grown woman at the age of twenty." Wisteria pointed out. "She is not a little girl anymore."
He knew that, of course. Still it doesn't stop her from behaving like a seven year old. However, Lawson couldn't blame her because their parents had died from the crimson plague before Estelle was even 5, leaving him to be the one to take care when he was only 10.
