Ember Caves

4. Lighter

Pelesit's POV

I sit at the mirror of my dressing room watching myself get pampered. The maids we have around our home help me get ready for my first ever meeting with another King.

My eyelids are slightly dusted in a soft shimmering gold while my eyelashes were coated in a layer of mascara making them long and elegant. My soft lips were outlined in a deep brown and layered with a soft pink gloss. I looked wonderful. My white eyes stare at my reflection in the mirror taking in my outfit.

My dress was black and long. It had two straps that fell slightly off my shoulders, my cleavage was slightly peaking out. The dress was tight at the top but flowed loosely to my feet once it got past my butt. A small slit ran up my left leg until mid thigh. I threw on some black open toe heels to match and was ready to go.

After learning about my family history and my power source, I was left to my own thoughts for the rest of that day. Throughout the week we worked on lowering the block between me and my powers. So far I have been able to control myself better emotionally and that has led me to having better control over my fire powers. But my psychic abilities are still out of wack. When using my fire, I can feel the power Agath bestowed upon me trying to take over. It's frightening to say the least. The power is so dark and strong that I don't know if I'll ever be able to control it.

The power to turn someone into a vessel is dangerous. Many people have tried to use magic to do this, and have always failed. The few people who have successfully turned someone into a vessel were long dead and so were their creations. If the world found out about me then I know I would be in grave danger.

"Pelly baby, are you ready? King Draco is 10 minutes out. We have to get ready to greet him" my mom's light voice rings out from behind the door. I'm nervous. I can't fuck this up. If I mess anything up our kingdom will crumble. The lack of resources we would be without during the cold months could have our numbers drop dramatically. I can't fuck up.

I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. "You are a Princess. You are strong. These powers do not control you, you control them." My eyes flash a bright white for a split second before slowly simmering back down to the murky milk white they usually are. I shake my head as I feel like something is aligning in my body. My spine is straighter. My body feels lighter. Something is happening. Something in me is shifting.

"Sweetie come on" my mother's knocks turn rapid, jogging me out my mind. I take one more deep breath before walking and opening the door. My mother stands there with a nervous smile on her face. Her long white hair is pulled into a sophisticated bun with a few strands framing her face. Her bun is decorated with the finest green gems on gold strings. The color of our people. She wears a deep green floor length dress with golden closed toe heels. Her neckline is high, covering her neck and long sleeves adorn her arms turning looser the closer you get to her wrist. She's beautiful. She looks like a queen.

"Mom" I say before giving her a big hug. I know I should be mad at them for lying to me, but I know deep down they just wanted to protect their only daughter. "I'm nervous" I confess to her with a sheepish smile. She puts a soft hand on my arm before sliding it down to grab my hand. She gives me a soft squeeze before giving me a gentle smile. "Oh my baby you are going to be okay. You look stronger already. Derrick has reported that you have mastered more control over yourself now that you know our family background. I know you might think you now have to live up to these expectations but remember you are Pelesit. Agath had her time on this planet, her time is over. She blessed you with her powers, but you are still your own person. You are Pelesit Flay. The Princess to the Hidden Paradise kingdom."

She gives my hand another meaningful squeeze. I take a deep breath before giving her a nod. With a lighter soul, we walk downstairs to meet at the foyer with my dad. He stands there in an all black suit that has green and gold swirls all throughout it. His gold crown with green jewels sight upon his endless sea of black dreads. He looks like the King he is as he stands there with his back straight showing off all 6'3 of his height. My father was packed with muscle, looking like a machine.

As he lays his grey eyes on my mothers I see them twinkle. Love. My father loves my mother with his whole being. He would die for her, I know that. And as he shifts his gaze to me I know that he would die for me too. The look of love stays in place but it also shifts. It goes from looking at my mom with love and craving to looking at me with love and endearment. The love a father has for his daughter.

"My beautiful ladies. Wow, you guys look amazing" his rich deep voices bounces of the white walls of our foyer. His eyes crinkle at the sides, showing his age at which he stopped aging. As a hellhound my father will live for hundreds of years, as they have one of the longest life spans aside from dragons. Dragons can live for thousands of years through basically anything.  They are one of the hardest beings to kill. With skin so thick, it's basically impossible to pierce through it. Fairies can live between 200-400 years, but being mated to my father has tied my mother's lifespan to his. The mate with the greater lifespan will pass it onto their mate, & children, once they seal their claim with a mark. The Goddess Lilith set it up like that so that mates can have as many years together as possible.

He wraps his large arms around the both us and pull us into a warm hug. I inhale my father's pepper scent and let out a small sigh. He smells like home. His smell is so familiar, I would never mistake it. Mixed with my mother's charcoal scent, it's a scent of home & love. 

Our family love was unbreakable. My father has always been a family man. Before my powers ruined things, I can remember my father constantly taking us to new places around our island. I sadly have never been off our island, but it's so huge that I never complained. Until I was confined to it.  Force to not only have to stay on the island but barely be allowed out my room.

I shake the sad thoughts away and pull back out of the embrace. "Let me brief you really fast on King Draco. He's a quiet man. Never really says much unless it's important. Most of the time during these meetings I'm just going over what we have agreed upon in the past and he usually says if he agrees still or wants to make some changes. Do not be intimidated by his brooding nature. Because I have knew his father for so long, we have a mutual respect for each other, so he is no threat to anyone here." I nod my head as I follow along with my father.

"King Flay, King Draco has arrived." Our long time maid Claire comes around the corner with a slight bow when addressing my father. "Thank you Claire, we will meet him at the door and lead him in." Claire gives my father another bow before walking off to the kitchen. I know that dinner is also usually prepared for this meeting. I once again, never was allowed to attend those.

The closer we get to the door the stronger the scent of fire gets. The smell is of wood burning in a fire pit. It's strong. Slowing curling around my body until I'm engulfed in it. My body starts to feel as light as it did when I was in my room. "Pelesit!" I hear my father try to yell at me. But his voice sounds distant to my ears.

I feel my power begin to course through my veins, as it usually does before I lose control. But this time I feel completely in control. I'm purposely taking steps to get closer to that intoxicating scent. If I look the same as I did in my room, I know my eyes are glowing a blinding white.

My pace started off slow but the closer I got to the door the faster I went until I was ripping it open. What I see stops me in my tracks.

A very tall man slowly steps out the driver side of an all black suv. As I start at his feet, I notice how his legs go on for miles, but are thick with muscle. His black slacks are hugging his legs in the most delicious way possible. As my eyes continue to move up his torso that was incased in an all black button up and on his wide shoulders sat a deep black leather jacket. Throwing off the semi sophisticated look, but made him look delicious. With a glance towards his hands, I spot tattoos peaking out from his wrist and flowing to his knuckles. My Goddess.

With more urgency I finally lock eyes with his face. All the air I harbored escapes me. He's beautiful. On his head sat medium length black hair that curls around his ears that were pierced with small black gauges. His eyebrows were thick and straight, and stood out against his pale skin. His nose was slightly large and with a squint you can see it was slightly crooked, as if it's been broken multiple times. His lips were a deep red color and so full; and finally his eyes. His deep black eyes are filled with literal swirls of fire as we make eye contact.

"My mate" whether he or I said it first, I have no idea. But I soon find myself rushing into the arms of my future lover.