HOURS have passed, the music and the chatter grew louder. The king, still seated on his throne, scans the room, trying to spot the ash blonde hair of his son and his black-haired companion. He saw the pair surrounded by many elves laughing and sharing stories with each other. The sight of the once broken princess, finally enjoying herself, genuinely, warmed his heart.
He acknowledged the fact that perhaps, Legolas being here, somehow helped lighten Aeverie's spirit. He is glad.. But then finds himself violently turning away from the scene. He was relieved, or atleast, that's what he wanted to believe. Deep inside, he knows, he is bothered with what he's seeing. It annoyed him so much how the foolish idea of what he really is experiencing, kept nagging at him. He doesn't want to entertain it, he doesn't. He can't and he won't.
He lifted an eyebrow as he finds himself gazing at the direction of the mortal princess once again. His breath hitched as his gaze was met by her amber eyes. She was looking at him. For a moment, he felt frozen but eventually finds his composure and nodded to the princess. The gentle smile that she gave him, garnered a flutter from inside of him. He noted how her eyes started to droop. He followed her every movement with his gaze. She leaned closely to Legolas who welcomed her with an arm around her waist.
With a blink of an eye, his irises switched from what would have been comfort at spotting the black-haired princess, to disquiet and uncertainty. Were they not old friends? Weren't such relations suitable? As much as both Aeverie and Legolas are concerned, they are not doing anything wrong. But that's not the logic his mind is leaning towards at the moment.
Why?? Why is he suddenly feeling this way?
Unfamiliar jealousy gnawed at his insides, its hold strengthening the longer the night wore on. Why should he feel bothered? Or even angry with his son or Aeverie? Or particularly, to both of them?
You know why its eating at you.. his mind accosted, not allowing him peace, forcing him to leave the banquet hall until he reluctantly made it back to his chambers in the wee hours of the morning.
He laid down on his bed, hands clamped down on his pillow. You won't be able to suppress your feelings for long..
'Watch me..' he hissed between clenched teeth.
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The Elven King's Princess
FantasyPrincess Aeverie Everhart was saved by the Elven King, Thranduil, during the attack of Sauron's army in Willowmere. With her family dead and her kingdom in ruins, she was taken in by Thranduil, together with the surviving people of Willowmere. She...
