𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Dissentiens affectus

As the night wore out, the sorcerer paced around in the gardens, irritated and disgusted by Vesper's advances. She had to collect herself if she wanted to continue the alliance with him. He was going to make that clear. It was the thousand time something like that had happened to him, they had done worse, they had even undressed, but he didn't need it. He didn't give a fuck about it. But they didn't understand. No one did.

As every night, he did the same, he climbed to the highest peak of his tower and observed the sky. It was what brought peace to him. He was drawn to space, and to every single mystery of it. Just like he was drawn to....to....he didn't finish that thought. It was forbidden.

Vesper's words rang on his mind, like a constant thorn that he couldn't get rid of. How dared she? These words really hit the nerve on him. He had tripled the security around Regan's chamber and had fired those guards who let her out. He wasn't going to let her out ever again.

He ended up in his study again, trying to do something worth. But worth was a twisted irony. He found himself sketching his princess, her beautiful eyes, the curve of her lips, the way her hair hung in waves around her shoulders. He had watched her for so long that her image was permanently carved in his mind. He knew every single thing about her.

But then, he realized what he was doing. He had fallen lost in thought and had ended up drawing Regan. He growled at himself, it wasn't the first time he drew her. It had been going for long and it was driving him crazy. He crumbled and burnt the paper on his hand, until it turned to ashes. No, he couldn't let the heir of Avalon survive. She hated him. She wasn't ever going to be his willingly.

He stood up from the desk and walked over to the window, seeing the sun had risen, the sky taken a red hue. It was the eclipse. One that meant he should restrain using his magic. But with everyone who surrounded him, it was nearly impossible.

And then he set his mind. He was going to go to Regan's chamber and teach her a lesson. She was foolish, she didn't know anything.

The guards immediately bowed when he showed, their posture rigid.

"Regan," his voice cold and stern, "we need to have a little talk," he said behind the door.

Regan was laying on the bed, her mind wide awake with thoughts. She hadn't slept at all, not a single minute. She had thought all night about Sirius and Vesper, the stupid dream, and the mischievous prisoner she freed. She tried so hard, but she couldn't shake away the feeling of shame and embarrassment. It lingered in her soul and she hated herself for seeing such a dream with someone she loathed so much.

And when she heard his voice, that was the final straw. Her nerves were all struck and seeing him again only intensified her anxiety. She dragged herself to open the damn door, only to meet his cold and piercing gaze.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice hoarse. It was still holding annoyance and defiance, despite the fatigue evident in her eyes.

"I want to know why the hell you thought it was a good idea to free a prisoner from my dungeons," Sirius snapped, his voice sharp with anger. "You really thought I wasn't going to find out?" He stepped inside and slammed the door shut, towering over her.

"I don't have anything to do with that," she retorted and turned away.

He grabbed her arm, pulling her to face him, "Don't you dare deny, Regan. You always want to be the hero, don't you?" He leaned closer, his voice menacing. "But your so-called kindness is merely ignorance."

Regan's heart raced with anger and uncertainty when she found herself that close. She jerked her arm away, "Stay away from me!" she warned, her eyes blazing with fire. "I don't own any explanation to you."