Fragile Desires (18+) (GxG)

Ten | The Missing Puzzle Piece

I had always considered myself somewhat accustomed to seeing big cities.

I traveled a lot throughout Europe, especially the summer after I turned eighteen.

The countless nights of persuading my parents wasn't easy.

They eventually gave in, but not without assigning a full security detail to accompany us at all times.

I understand—I'm part of the royal family, destined for the throne.

But the idea of security lingering by my side and following my every step always weighs me down.

That's why I sneak out, like a teenager longing for freedom after being grounded for weeks, seeking a taste of fresh air and independence.

Over time, it became a routine for me to slip away from my security detail, even though I understand it's not a sustainable way to live.

But for now, it feels like I have no other option, and at least at this moment, sneaking out is a choice I can make.

Once I'm Queen, all eyes will be on me, and I won't have the choice anymore.

All the numerous nights I spent sneaking out will be all I have.

And something tells me... 

I'll remember the ones with Renata the most.

- Azzy

♛Chapter Ten: The Missing Puzzle Piece♛

"Why are we here?" I asked as we pulled into the parking garage of the building to Renata's penthouse.

Renata hummed as she parked the sleek Ferrari in one of the empty spots.

Her dark eyes fell to me, "We're changing rides, come on."

I furrowed my brows, but I seemed to be left with no room for questions when Renata swiftly opened her door and slid out of the car.

With confusion, I carefully opened my door, sliding out of the cushioned seat as Renata rounded the car to me.

She had her long jacket off, holding it in one of her hands as she stopped right in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I whispered as Renata carefully wrapped her jacket over my shoulders.

Her dark eyes carefully looked down into mine, and it was moments like these that I felt truly alive.

She made me feel so...

Real.

Especially with the ball of wild tingles growing in my stomach.

I practically held my breath anytime her eyes were on me.

"It's cold," she murmured, briefly pausing her actions and allowing her hands to rest at the crook of my neck.