Engaged to a Ghost [boyxboy]

Chapter 16.5

So this is a half chapter because it's a lot shorter and it basically is another POV from the previous chapter. I hope you enjoy it anyway though c:

Also the song is basically how Richard is feeling and I love this song.

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Chapter 16.5

(Richard's POV)

These meetings always take such a long time. I'm absolutely bored out of my mind and this guy has lint in his mustache and it's driving me insane. It's just there, stark white in his black mustache hair.

"What're you staring at, boy?" Grumbled the old man, drawing the attention from the other men and silencing the room. I felt my cheeks burn and I sheepishly smiled, motioning towards my upper lip for him to understand.

His face just turned molten red and he ignored me. 

The meeting commenced.

Inwardly groaning, I slid down in my seat and just let thoughts of Donovan run through my head to get my mind off the old dust bags. He looked absolutely stunning this morning when I got up out of bed. He always looks enchanting when he's asleep. His face looks so innocent, like he could never do anything wrong or evil. The way his pale skin stands out against my red sheets and the way he's been gaining weight from proper food, so he actually has muscle build. How he doesn't like to wear shirts or pants to bed, so I can behold all of his body until I have to let my imagination and memory fill in the gaps without removing the blanke-

Woah!

Calm down Richard! You don't want to create more problems for yourself in front of a bunch of royal old men.

That's right. I do have a lot of pressing issues on my plate. Like that Guardian Donovan let get away.

It doesn't boil my blood as much as I thought it would that Donovan let him get away. It boils my blood that that guardian would come close to him. Donovan is mine and the thought of them being alone in that library for however long, wasn't okay.

I trust Donovan and he spilled everything that happened and I know Donovan loves me. I just don't trust Alex. Alex had been there when Donovan was a young child, but he "died" and Donovan was left alone without parents.

Something about that just doesn't sit right with me and I can't put my finger on it. Guardians are created as guardians, humans cannot die and turn into them. Which just leads me to believe that Alex was just hiding his true identity, but why? Why babysit a toddler and then fake your death, leaving said child alone for fifteen years?

Or why let the kid's parents die? Guardians have almost matched powers to royal ghost, but are no match for my father which is why they haven't reconquered the world.

Donovan also mentioned that Alex wanted him to join them; which I'm assuming means the rebellion. The fact that Donovan even told me that and didn't runaway with Alex, makes my figurative heart soar, but at the same time... It makes me really uneasy that Donovan has the choice to leave me.

I'm not expecting him to leave or anything, but the option is still there and I could possibly never see him again.

Oh, that thought hurt me way more than I expected. I wanted to throw up. Me. Throw up. I rarely even eat food.

"Richard! Will you pay attention or so help me, get out!" Hollered Bulbos, man even older than my father with a white beard that touched the floor and a white staff mainly used for walking.

I rose from my seat and all eyes were back on me. "Whatever you say, Gandalf." I strode out of the room and there were a few snickers from some of the men who actually got my reference and a surge of pride found me as I closed the door.

I'll get my ass handed to me later by my dad for leaving a meeting and disrespecting an elder, but right now, I want to see my Donovan. He should still be asleep, so I can just pop in and climb back in bed with him.

I started loosening my robe as I entered, but stopped when I saw an empty bed with thrown back sheets. My brows knit together a little and I strolled over to the bathroom to see if my love was just taking another bath.

He loves baths. Not that I'm complaining because we've taken a couple together and he always smells incredible after each one.

I rapped on the door a couple times, but there was no sound on the other side. Not even the sound of water swishing to give away that he was just ignoring or hiding from me. Just to be sure, I peered my head in- but like the bed- it was empty. A frown etched onto my face as I re-closed the door.

Did he just go down to get food?

My anxiety levels are starting to rise, but I force myself to not panic yet. As I walk back to where the bed is, white catches my attention. A piece of neatly folded paper lays on my end table, bright in comparison to the dark stained wood.

I don't remember that being there this morning?

Getting a really bad feeling in my stomach, I open the note and feel my body go stone stiff. My eyes widen and my panicking levels shoot up past the moon.

"Donovan!" I roar aloud. I drop the note and take off sprinting, using my powers to teleport every few feet or so, so I can scan the hallways in case he hasn't made it to the rose garden yet.

Please be okay, please be okay, oh for the love of god, Donovan, please be okay!

I already know the Guardian is behind this and it will not go unpunished. I throw open the door to the garden and race over to our usual spot since the faker probably would lure Donovan there to trick him.

The power inside me, aching so badly to be unleashed in a fit of fury, hummed through my veins. I could feel my wings elongate from my back, ripping into my robe, along with my tail. I took corners so sharp that I almost slid into a few rose bushes, but recovering quickly each time.

"Almost there." I kept whispering to myself. I rounded the final corner and fell to my knees, panting.

Donovan isn't here...

Evidence of his abduction lay around me. A picnic blanket with some eaten food, scuff marks in the dirt, and a spilled wine glass. The aroma of the wine filled my nose from my heightened senses and I immediately backed away from the stench.

Red roots were added into the wine. Donovan wouldn't have detected the poison, but I should have smelled it as soon as I left that meeting room. When Red roots are added in high enough doses, it can kill even a royal ghost instantly. That rarely happens because it's near impossible to cover the odor, but when added in a small dosage, it could render even the largest of giants unconscious and disoriented.

Oh Donovan. I'm so sorry I wasn't fast enough...

 I stared up at the rising moon for a moment. My wings itched to be used and without another thought, I took off into the growing night sky.

I'm coming love. Just hold on.

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As the explanation above explained, this is a half chapter since it's like a continuation of the previous chapter and I thought it would be better to split them up. Just like how I'm not making this a full chapter by continuing the story until the next chapter.

I hope the people who are dealing or have dealt with the hurricane are alright. I was in the line of hurricane Matthew too, but I'm okay if you're wondering.

Q: Are you team Alex or team Richard? Is Will even an option anymore?

Until next time (which hopefully will be soon)!