Ora and Ambrosia had not spoken to each other for weeks, it wasn't too surprising, after their fight Ora decided that he was going to move out.
She did not fight him, she did not beg him to stay, and she did not tell him how much she still loved him. All she did was watch each day as he packed up and finally left.
The little home they shared was now empty again, much like Ambrosia's heart, and she despised it.
Years go by, Ambrosia never changed, like always she stayed young and beautiful. She sighed to herself, she now lived in a small apartment, she couldn't stay at her original home, not after Ora left. She's been so numb for years, and trying to date again didn't help. He got under her skin, leaving deep wounds in her heart, she felt broken. No matter how hard she tried Ora stayed as a permanent mark on her heart. She never wanted this, eventually she just stopped, and stayed in her tiny apartment, until one fateful day, when the mail came early.
She sighed looking at her bills, then letters. There was one out of place though, one that was truly strange. It was an invitation, a fancy looking one at that, for a masquerade, she had forgotten the last time she went out to enjoy herself. She had forgotten many things that had her enjoying life, especially after Ora left. She read the invitation and got the location and time. Soon she would go shopping for a new dress, maybe try and enjoy herself a bit, and finally forget about Ora.
Soon it was time to go, smiling about her new look, and feeling beautiful again she left her home for the party.
The party was so amazing, everyone who was there were dressed gorgeously and there were men who looked at her in a way she longed for ever since Ora. She smiled at them sweetly, continuing to walk around the room, getting a feel for it.
Then a feeling came across her, like a familiar gaze had been watching her every move as soon as she was there, she looked around, and couldn't find the source of whoever or what ever was watching her. She frowned at the thought of being stalked like a rabbit by a wolf.
That's when she heard it, a laugh, a familiar chuckle that she followed through the crowd. She knew it so well, yet not at all, it sounded happy, and free. Then she saw him, Ora, he was surrounded by women, flirting, dancing, drinking, kissing with them.
He was the only one not wearing a mask, and there was never a mistake when she recognized a person, she use to love people, before Ora come into her life, he was the one other man she didn't try to push away. She frowned at herself, she was broken, and weak. She turned away from the crowd, heading towards the doors to leave, she felt pained, and hurt.
She just wanted to go home, back to her small apartment, back to her little secluded area. She was only a few feet away from the door, when a large hand wrapped around her wrist, she looked at who had grabbed her ready to give them a piece of her mind.
When she turned though, she stared at the man in front of her, he had the most beautiful golden eyes, he had the the nicest auburn hair, he was tall too.
"I'm sorry madam,"He began in a silk like voice."but I wanted to dance with the most beautiful woman in this room." He smiled at her beautifully, giving her a clear view of the small, but cute gap he had between his front teeth. It was then when she felt all the attention on her, she looked around seeing everyone looking at them, the music silent, the dancers in the room watching and waiting.
She didn't like this, she felt uncomfortable, she hated balls, even when she was younger she hated them, and now she was the center of attention.
She paused, biting her bottom lip, starting to shrink down, and trying to pull away from the beautiful man.
"Mundus!"A familiar voice echoes through the room."Get your filthy hands off of her!"
Ambrosia turned to see Ora, walking over, his face livid to the point it was red, she had never seen him so in raged before.
It scared her, but it also relived her.
Ora grabbed her, pulling her away from Mundus, and holding her close. She felt safe in his embrace, she hadn't felt like that in so long, she rested her head on his chest and started to calm down.
"Oh now come on Ora," Mundus chuckled."it's not everyday that a woman who is like us cones here."
"Mundus," Ora's voice was low and deadly."If you touch her again I will not hesitate to rip you limb from limb."
Ambrosia was confused at this point, she wondered what could he mean like them.
"Ora," He sighed."You should share, not be selfish."
"Share!?" Ora roared, which scared Ambrosia, and surprised Mundus. Ora usually never cared for women, infact this girl in his arms was the first that he had ever been territorial of, she brought out this side of him that Mundus did not understand.
Ora looked at Ambrosia, he was panting he was so irritated at Mundus's disrespect, especially towards Ambrosia. Not to mention how Ambrosia was here in the first place, wait no he couldn't have thought that the girl in his arms was Ambrosia, she would be either old, or dead by now. He loved her, with all his being, she was the only one to capture his heart. Though as to all good things, his relationship with her had to end, he could never be with a mortal. He was the literal manifestation of time, he was immortal, and no one other then manifestations like him could be with each other.
"O-Ora," Ambrosia spoke up, still in his familiar grip around her."you're suffocating me."
His raged subsided when he looked at her, his features softened, and his tone sweet."Oh, I'm so sorry."
"My so you do know him young one?"Mundus chuckles."Why don't you tell us your name then?"
Glaring at him for the first time since they met, she pushed herself away from Ora gently, and stood there in a way she saw her mother carry herself in court.
"I am Ambrosia Alessandra Tudor, daughter of Henry the 7th."She held herself with the pride only a royal would have.
The Whole ballroom was in stunned silence. Ora being the most shocked, surprised at the woman before him. He then heard a laugh come from the guest of honor. The blood witch.
