The Aurelian

The Motivation

hey everyone!
just wanted to give you all a heads up that even when I officially publish chapters, I am going back and forth between them and editing little grammar points. The plot is still the same.

I would say I have planned about the first 4-5 chapters being chapters that set the scene and emotions and the chapters after that will be ones where a lil smut might play in as well as action ;)

As always, mature topics will be covered. You've been warned.

hope you enjoy this chapter!<3

Sabrina's POV

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I couldn't help but laugh.

I busted out laughing at his request. Does he really think he can control me?

It's not my fault he doesn't know how to entertain his guests. No wonder he's having problems making business deals.

I don't care about his position or power, he will learn to respect me.

Stupid privileged prince.

Sorry Victoria but he's a lost cause.

I turn my head to the busted mirrors left in this bathroom. In my reflection, I begin to scan for injuries. A few scratches on my neck, arms and legs. Crimson liquid poured from my forehead and spat from my mouth. The saltiness circulating my taste buds causing a small smile to form on my face. My emotions are powered with the adrenaline that fueled my body.

He got me good this time. 

But only because I let him.

If I had counter attacked, he'd be over with instantaneously. I now craved his pain when he's around. The lust for wanting to get even charges up the urge to pound his face in. And yet, half of me felt good to be challenged.

He doesn't make any sense. Why is he mad at me for being better than him? It's not my fault I'm powerful in strength and in looks. If he were more intelligent, he'd use me to trick those old geysers into forming alliances.

Regrettably, the adrenaline train of emotions circulate and cluster up my brain, now beginning to fill me with loneliness.

The existence of my siblings keeps me at bay. I can barely remember their silhouettes let alone their faces. But, I know they're waiting for me.. somewhere. If they were here, I'd have people to trust and vent to. Wherever they are, they can feel me and I can feel them.

Bringing my mind back, a mischievous plan forms in my mind. Do I want to be silenced or should I retaliate?

I've managed to get along with everyone I've met here so far besides him. If I'm to be essential for his family, it doesn't seem like he even cared for what that means.

He's the problem, not me.

In a shy movement, I peak at mirror again and gasp at my transformation. My cuts are slowly shrinking and healing themselves.

As time passes, I learn more about my powers. I hate to admit it, but the stupid prince actually helped me in something. Sluggish in pace, I zip up to caress the tender skin. My body slowly only proved that my power still isn't at it's peak.