𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Tu Es Mea

The following morning Regan found herself laying in the cosy bed, the soft orange glow of sunlight resting on her face. The whole chamber was bathed in sunlight and for a moment it felt as if she was in bliss, ethereal and pure.

But it was short. The unsettling thoughts washed on her again. And the worst, when she looked at her side, the space was empty. Her mother wasn't there.

A wave of alarm and fear coursed through her veins. Regan slipped hastily from the bed.

"Mom?" she called, her voice shaky and uncertain. She went to check inside the bathroom, but Octavia wasn't there. She ran a hand through her hair, her heart pounding like a drum.

She turned back to the doors and rushed to them. As soon as she opened them, the cold breeze of the morning kissed her face and chest.

Her mind was in a blue and just when she was about to turn right, she bumped to a strong, tall wall, a wall that was no other than him.

Regan's heart skipped a beat as she realized who was really there. He was looking down at her with an unreadable expression. She remembered the last time she saw him, what he was about to do and she felt the knots on her stomach grow tighter. He had tried to kiss her and she had slept on fear the whole night.

"Good morning, princess." Sirius smirked, his blue eyes shining with amusement. Regan stepped back, trembling slightly under his hawk-like gaze. He looked handsome as ever, his hair was half wet and messy, the midnight bangs dancing over his eyelashes. He was clad in a regal attire, his presence emanating power and authority.

And then the realization hit Regan like a punch on the stomach. She was wearing a damn nightgown that showed her chest. Immediately, her hand reached up to try and tug the fabric at her chest but it was the worst she did. His gaze followed her hand's movement, but then, thankfully rested back on her face. At least he wasn't being a creep. But she still felt terribly exposed. How did she forget she was wearing a nightgown?

"Get the hell away from me!" she hissed, backing away. "Where's my mother?! What have you done to her?" she yelled, trying to sound braver than she felt. Because inside and outside she was trembling.

"Woah, chill out, Princess," he teased, taking a step closer. "I don't know where she is."

Regan took steps back, hearing her own heartbeat and blood pounding in her ears. "Don't you dare come any closer!" she warned, her voice shaking with fear.

Sirius chuckled, clearly amused. "Fine, your mother's fine. And she knows I'm here. You trust your mother's judgement, don't you?" He continued to step closer, and Regan knew that she was ending inside the chamber, her panic and anxiety palpable.

"S-stay away from me!" she shouted, her voice breaking. She tried to cover her chest and cursed herself for wearing a damn nightgown. She felt so vulnerable, so exposed. His presence was unsettling and she didn't want it to end that way. She didn't want to end up as his slave or concubine.

And the faster she backed away, the faster he closed in. She felt like a prey, being enclosed by its predator. But little did she know, she was anything but a prey to him.

The quick backward steps she was making made her stumble to the vanity table, and a bottle of perfume fell on the uncarpeted floor, shattering with a hiss.

Regan flinched, her hands shaking uncontrollably. She hated herself for being so scared, but she couldn't help it. She hated herself for it.

"Why are you d-doing this?" she stammered, her voice barely audible.

He didn't answer. He looked down at the broken perfume on the floor, watching how the liquid made a small puddle with a careless expression. The scent dripped with red roses, filling the room with their intoxicating scent.