The Demons of Our Love (Completed)

Chapter 5

"Adrian, Caer, meet Lady Catalyn my only child." My father said. He had guided me to where King Caer and Adrian were.

"Just one night, that's it." he had said. "The meetings tomorrow.Just keep him happy till the balls over."

I blushed a little and felt slightly scandalized as I saw Adrian's gaze travel from my head to my toes, his eyes resting at my chest and and hips. I felt like a creature being studied, scrutinized for my every flaw. 

"My lords." I said, dipping down into an elegant curtsy. "I am very sorry I missed seeing you. I was...delayed."

"No matter." said Lord Caer. His eyes, I noticed, so cold at first, had a soft, warm light. "I hope you liked the dress."

I smiled. "I love it, Sire. It fits me beautifully."

"Good!" said Caer jovially. "This is Adrian."

I opened my mouth, but Adrian beat me to it. "We've met, father."

"Excellent, excellent." said my father. He glanced at Adrian and I. "Um, Caer, you must meet the Lord Aleby."

He walked off leaving Adrian and I alone.

My father, the king of subtlety. 

"Your welcome, by the way." said Adrian looking the drink in his hand.

"Pardon?" I said, confused. 

"I caught you as you had one of your feminine moments of swooning." he said, tipping the glass to see the color of the drink. "Of course, I don't blame you. Most woman do swoon after seeing me."

I was taken aback. This boy was worse than Andrew. I felt my lightning quick temper rise to the surface. Adrian saw the look on my face. "Problem?"

"Yes," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "For your information, I fainted because I hadn't eaten anything, and furthermore, I really did not enjoy falling into your arms. At all."

The last part was a lie. I liked it a little.

"Oh really?" he said, raising his eyebrows and smiling sarcastically. "That's a horrible excuse."

"God, you're thick aren't you?" I said, curling my lip in disgust. 

"That's what my brother says to me." said Adrian, shaking hair out of his eyes. 

"You're brother?" I said. "There's more of you?"

"Aye. My brother, Fynn." Adrian pointed to the skinny boy I had seen that morning. "That's him, talking to your attractive cousin."

"Valerie?" I said. 

"Aye, that's the one. Beautiful, isn't she? Curves in the right places." He said, a lustful look in his eyes. He glanced at me. "Then again, you're not so bad."

"How dare you?! Look, Prince Adrian, I'm supposed to be nice to you, to please you, but you're not making this easy, and I'm not sure I want too." I said. The moment the words left my mouth I winced.  I wasn't supposed to say that.

"Really?" Adrian carefully set his glass down. Then, fast as a snake, he grabbed my wrists (again) and pulled me to his chest, and backed into a dark corner at the same time. My hands landed on his shoulders. He tilted his face so his lips were inches from my ear. I felt my hair flutter as he spoke. "Then please me, my lady."

A cold shiver raced across my skin as he spoke. I felt my cheeks getting warm. Alright, I thought, two can play at this game. I placed my hands around his neck and pressed up against him. I looked at his lips, studying them carefully. They were full and he had a little cut on his upper one.