Who Are You?

Arc 3.21 - Luther Abravel

A/N: NSFW!!
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Luther held her delicately as though she'd break if he put too much strength to her body. His hand pressed into her nape and mid back. He didn't say anything in return to her words but she understood what he didn't say. She knew he loved her back.

His hair still grown long even in the face of so much discrimination and with a singular braid in it after all these years attributed to that fact.

He pressed his lips against her hair again before letting her go. "No harm will come to you in your time at the Palace. I've already ensured it. And if you ever choose to stop the farce, come find me. I will be ready."

"Thank you." She clutched his hand, tears dropping down from her cheeks, knowing she would never take up his offer— it was far more dangerous to decide to run than to pretend. Luther would be irrevocably implicated as well, and she would rather die than to have him be killed for her misery.

He wiped away her tears, gently. Not commenting on what she might be thinking, it was obvious. But his offer still held and he would leave the decision up to her. He smiled at her as she took his hand in her properly.

They continued down the path to her accommodations, hand in hand.

The dark figure hadn't moved from his spot within the towering trees shadowing darkness over him,

A great feeling of vitriol acid drowning him overcame him. His heart burned. Anxiety clutched at his heart, tightening it in a vice grip. A dark whisp of shadows flashed through his eyes with killing intent. Who was this woman to touch him? What relationship do they have?

How could he hold her like that?

How dare he hold her like that! And kissing her? Smiling at her!?

Like she was something of value, something precious.

Reid clutched his heart— his blood shot eyes stared down at the couple walking away from him with pain.

'He's mine.'

'Luther is mine.'

'And if he thinks he can leave me for some wench— I'll kill him! Luther will die by my hand.'

Luther walked her to the entrance of her accommodation tent. It was indeed shabby for a princess, but for Luna who has lived in atrocious conditions for half her life, this was considered decent.

He kissed her knuckled before bidding her goodbye, watching her enter the tent and hearing her be greeted by her personal attendants.

He turned and walked down the path he came from. When a dark hooded figure came into his view, approaching him with intent.

Luther blinked, recognizing the heartbeat, footsteps, and physique.

Reid.

Reid grabbed Luther by the collar, leading him away to the deep forest.

He's back early. Luther watched Reid pull him away from the gravel path with vigorous force.

Reid simmering in his jealousy and hatred for the woman, dragged him deeper into the forest until light from the torches surrounding the main campsite completely disappeared, he slammed Luther against a tree. Digging his nails into Luther's skin painfully and holding him tightly enough to bruise.