Unkissed. (Rated R)

39.🐸

"Time is upon you, young Nasir, make way to her, things are about to take a dark turn." Are the remaining words my memory recites from Patrick. Hastily I make way towards the Queen, intent on being at her side in this very moment. I never should have left her side, especially not for this long. I feel her eyes on me as I make my way up towards the throne section.

The feel of my heart ramming at a thousand miles per second burns, I'm losing focus and sight. For some reason I suddenly feel like it is me against the racing of time, Charlottes voice spearing through my emotions through the earpiece.

"Nasir, what is it what is wrong?" her voice sounding distraught, garnering Ray's attention as he spoke in.

"I'll tell you all later," I heaved, flying up the steps to the thrones. "Right now, I need you all in position."

"Yes, sir." They say in sync.

And seconds later, I finally reach the thrones, my eyes instantly finding the back of her curls as she was turned away mingling with a greeting guest. The woman standing before her ceases her words mid-sentence as she looks up to my troubled expression in question, thus cueing for Tiana's eyes as well, who follows shortly after. And as she meets my antsy eyes her lips slightly parts.

The drumming in my chest recommences, once again, at the sight of her face.

She proves to somehow be my one weakness in this short span of time, and it weakens me to the core. I clear the gravel in my throat now that I stand near her, in her presence, held by the weight of her captivating glare in a shorter proximity. It became too much, and I dismiss my glare with a hard nod. Positioning myself within the corner of the booth nearby.

Gunter has paid no mind to me; he chats away with the elite gentlemen.

Her gaze tears away to finish whatever conversation she was in the middle of before, releasing me from her hold. The king and queen mingle amongst their guest, leaving me to secure each approaching individual, all whist my eyes flick between her the old man within the crowd, careful not to lose him.

Luckily, the platinum strands of his white hair are the only thing that was standing out amongst the crowd. I am tall enough to peer down from these Gold encrusted railings, allowing my keen eyes to follow the old mans every move. Yet, that lingering foreboding feeling courses throughout my body for the remainder of the time.

"As my bodyguard, I am not too happy you distanced yourself from me throughout this night."

With the sound of that voice, a surge of heat waves through me, winding down the tensed muscles, and I break away to look down at her. With the help of those thin heels, her face was just mere inches from mine, so were those plump lips, and I curl mine to abstain from speaking.

"So, I take it you will still keep up with this mute charade, won't you?" The tone of her voice lowered in pitch, ladening with gloom.

I swallow the words at the tip of my tongue, discreetly shifting my eyes over to Gunter's backside, and glided them back to her skeptical eyes. Even when he does not look at me, he is watching, I am never truly alone. I lingered seconds too long in my mind, leaving her words to go unanswered. Yet again.

"Very well, I won't ask again. It is clear, you maybe aren't the person, I was hoping for."

My brows soften, burdened by her statement. I study her every move, even as she turns from me, giving me her side view, where I took a nano second to rake up her shapely physique, and landed on her eyes, they drop in desolation as she looked over to Gunter, then floated away to gaze at other matters.

"Ah, there you are!"

The seam of my brow's crease yet again, my annoyance flares, and I curl my lips at the sound of the nuisance heading towards our direction.