The King's Lust

Chapter 7

I ran all the way back to my comfy bed. Scrambling to find my phone, to only groan in disappointment as the battery showed no charge.

Betray him?

What is his story?

I wanted to hit myself in the head for not listening in history mythology class in high school.

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I think almost a week has gone by. We repeated the same routine every single day. I still get breathless trying to keep up with him but I could feel my physique getting almost slightly better. And for that I almost wanted to pat myself in the back for it. However, most days I found myself passing out right after dinner on the Great Hall couch. But every single morning, I found myself waking back up in my bedroom.

My restless sleep wasn't any better either, being plagued by the same few nightmares

Nightmares where I'm running through the forest. Deep in the forage as branches and twigs get caught in my locs. And every time it gets caught, my locs would scream and contort in pain. It rained heavily every single time too. As if the clouds had a purpose to wash me back wherever I was running from.

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I felt light fingertips trace my face before pulling away sharply. I groggily open my eyes. I inhaled sharply as a calculative icy gaze studied me. I squirmed as I felt myself scrutinized by him.

"Have you not been sleeping well, princess?"

I tried not to turn beetroot red at the nickname and even more when I realise I fell asleep during breakfast.

"I wasn't asleep!" I protested weakly, trying to hide the drool stain on my sleeve.

His icy glare narrowed as I glare at him defiantly through my shades.

"You are a worser liar than you are a thief. I did not think that was possible"

"You have no proof." I wagged a finger at him in contort.

Gosh even if he was one of the most powerful gods in the entire world. He sure can get annoying.

Rough cold fingers gripped my jaw. My belly jumped in fright.. and excitement?!

I wanted to moan as his fingers curled deliciously, controlling my every movement. His face was just in front of mine, and by the scrutiny of his eyes, it was as if the shades were non existent.

That there was no distance or barrier between us. His eyes darted all over my face, till its furious expression settled to glare into my eyes.

"I do not take kindly to disobedience, princess,"

My lips open in astonishment and I could feel my body growing hot.

His thumb brushed my lips.

"You should have at least remember that."

Memories pounding in my head from a locked and lost chest, begging to be let out.

His fingers forced my lips together, and my face closer to his. My fists clenched onto his expensive dress shirt, rumpling it. But it did not look as if he cared.

Just as our lips were about to touch, the heavy stone door slammed opened.

"Guess who's back."

A sing song voice echoed through.

At that, both of us almost flew to opposite ends of the room. I dragged a shaky hand to my face as my least favourite olympian strolls in with a charming smile.

His boyish features widened in glee at his glowering, furious brother.

"Do you not have anything more worthwhile your time than to annoy us?" I exhaled sharply.