Unkissed. (Rated R)

70.🐸

Rage molts like lava in my veins, threating to burst at any moment, pulse spiking to a dangerous acceleration, overpowered by the anger that leaves me a fury mess of sin and bloodthirst. He touched my woman, he touched and destroyed her, used every part of her grieving to toy and use for his own gain while depleting her simultaneously.

He hurt my Queen.

He hurt my best friend. And more importantly he hurt the woman that I lo-

Heat flares around me as I make it to castle grounds, every part of my skin tingles with electricity as I arose out the car and adjust my cuffs. Maids bow to my Prescence and make way, parting in two, the clear pathway guiding me right to the source. Charlotte and Ray walking closely behind me.

King Abrafo's old office is where I am led. I nearly had forgotten it was there, or if King Abrafo himself was alive come to think of it, he wasn't on my radar, but where I will find the new hiding spots for the organizations, I will find him for sure.

Behind me Charlotte instructs the maids to check upon the Queen and she follows them, Ray instructs the guards to tend to other matters, leaving me time to focus on Gunter at hand.

The crowd behind me begin to disperse slowly and the air was breathable again. I inhale a crisp breath and reach forwards to the door, while the visions of when I first walked through this hallway resurfaces.

Cold walls and a damped color, despite these years it remained the same, not even redesigned by Gunter. A dim light emanates underneath the seam of the door, as I reach closer of the far end of the narrow hallway. I raise my fists and give the wood a knock with my knuckle.

"Come in brother." he purrs behind the door, already expecting me.

My anger threatening to shatter the doorknob as I wrapped my hand around it, my palm hot against the cold surface of the porcelain, fury welling into my chest listening to the creak of the rusted bolts until I come across Gunter. Seated at the center of King Abrafo's old desk, thick piles of paper neatly stacked into three sections, a dense spice fragrance of cedarwood and jasmine. And that grin he displays looking up to me.

The sparking fire burning the wood mimics my ticking rage the more I survey his composed manner and pays no mind to the door steadily coming to a close behind me with a loud creak.

"Well, hello there big brother." he crooned, leaning himself back into the seat. "You don't look so good."

"Haven't been well since the past year and a half now little brother." I smirked, stepping closer until I am at the edge of the desk.

"Oh?" he drawls musingly, leaning himself forward.

Our voices roll into the room like thunder, flicking the dancing sparks with the rumble. My mightier frame silhouette fabricates above him as I stared down at him through the cloud of fury.

He chuckles, "And do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head steadily, "That is of no importance."

Slowly he cocks his hand, his eyes still holding the delight as he scrutinizes my mood before he snaps his finger. "Ah!" he gasps, pointing his index finger towards me. "Tiana, isn't it? your sweetheart."

I remain silent, watching as he chuckles, while I grind my teeth to the thought of plucking his from his gums.

"And what of my wife is your concern, brother, you have enough to deal with it."

I hunch over, flattening my palms onto the smooth surface of the desk. "Everything is always a joke to you isn't it." I said, the rumble of my low tone slightly vibrating the texture.