Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut |
A desperate Baron.
A yearning Duke.
A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire.
In the m...
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Hawk could have said that she awoke and suddenly found herself as a lover wrapped in the arms of treacherous man. But, it was equally true that the sinuous lines of existence that led her to Feyd Rautha, were primarily composed of choice.
Hawk made the dangerous choice to run a hand over his jaw. An equal part yearning and simple action that fluttered his soft lashes. They hadn't moved from the floor, too encompassed in the cracks of stone where their bodies entangled to form miles of soft skin. She could have laid upon the cold slabs for days, feeling the heat from his arms holding total chill at bay.
The last time she had dwelled within the palace walls, dawn still bled red across the peaks. It was morning, but no sign of it crept along the horizon. A silent rising of the day, merely the breath-fall from Feyd's slow chest. On Grumman, then and into forever, only darkness would weep upon every inch of the homeworld.
Hawk pulled herself from beneath him and took the stand. Feyd's eyes snapped open, aware and puzzled. A hand clasped around her ankle, and another to the sabre he kept on the floor beside him.
"I need to retrieve my army," she said, quiet and tinged by the exhaustion of little sleep. It felt as if they had actually fought the night before, rather than multiple rounds of a different sort of entanglement.
"Alone?" He asked, voice more dripped than the dew that collected on the window panes.
"They'd still kill you if they saw you," she said, "Not even I could talk them out of it."
Feyd cracked his neck and rolled his eyes. "You'll be back in time for this meeting with your husband then? If you aren't, all deals are off. I'll stick a pike in his throat instead."
"You will not," she scolded, pulling the shroud over her body and fastening a long sword beneath it. "If the Galicine don't accept me back, they'll kill me. Then, the Corrino's will land and without a truce they will kill you, Eidan and slaughter the elephants just for good measure."
"Yes, I understand how war works," he said.
"Then I suppose you're simply finding joy in arguing with me?"
"I do find pleasure where I can," he said, gripping her ankle harder.
Hawk stifled a loud laugh. The morning had not bustled yet, and she needed to crawl out of the palace before day truly broke. "Unleash me, there's much work to do."
Feyd trailed a finger over her calf before relinquishing. He stood, pulled the shroud down over her eyes and checked the hallway for signs of life. At the motion of his hand, Hawk took a strained breath and nimble footed it over the stone.
