Romar's Princess (Tom Riddle) Chapter 8

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WARNING: This chapter might be extremely boring for most of you.

I'm sorry it'd been awhile, but there's just so much to do. Bein' southern and all. Hha, but I wanted to give you guys something. I'll be trying to upload sooner.

This chapter is mainly just a filler and is in Vanlanthiriel's POV, since I don't do that enough.

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Vanlanthiriel’s POV

I’m so, so, so stupid. I knew I shouldn’t have yelled at Tom. He’s been so nice to me, and that’s how I repaid him? I’m so stupid.

But what really hurt me was the way he talked to me just a little while ago. Like he didn’t care. Which I knew he probably didn’t. But I deserved it though. But that didn’t help the way it made me feel.

I couldn’t sleep, and I wasn’t sure if Tom was or not. What really surprised me was that even though I did that to him, he was still willing to sleep with me so my father wouldn’t get angry. I guess that’s just how people from his world are, though.

I sighed. I wasn’t in the best mood. Yes, Tom’s protective arm around me did make me feel a little better, but the way he talked to me earlier, looked at me, it was just too unnerving.

“Are you still awake?”

I almost jumped when Tom whispered in my ear. Fear shot through me. Was he still angry with me? Of course he is! Why did I have to be so stupid?

“Y-yes.” I whispered back.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

I-I don’t k-know…” I said and shrugged.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Huh?” I didn’t mean to say it out loud.

Why would he be asking me if I was alright? Isn’t he mad at me?

“I asked if you were alright.” He repeated.

“Yea.” My voiced sounded pathetic and low, and I started to wonder if he even heard me.

“Turn around.”

I did as he said and turned around to face him. I noticed how our faces were only centimeters away and was glad that it was dark in here, or he would have seen my blush. His arm never left it’s place when I turned, and I’m sure that it must have gripped me tighter.

“You lied to me.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Huh?” I wasn’t sure what he was talking about.

“You lied to me. You said there was nothing wrong with you, but there is.” He stated matter-of-factly.

Oh.

“Umm, no I didn’t.” I looked down.

How could he have seen it? It was way too dark in here, and I could hardly make out the shape of his head if it wasn’t for the little light coming out from the crack in the door.

“Yes, you did. Why are you lying to me?”

“I-I’m not-“

“I don’t like being lied to, Vanlanthiriel.” His voice was harsh, and I could feel his warm breath on my face as his voice started to get louder. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

My heart was beating too fast, and I’m almost sure he could hear it.

“I-I just-“ My breath was coming too quick, and it made it hard to talk. There was a tightening in my chest as I tried to get it out to him like he told me to. “I-I just feel bad because I yelled at you earlier and made you mad at me and I didn’t mean to I know it was stupid but I couldn’t help it and now you hate me and I don’t even know why I’m still here because you obviously don’t want me to be and I’m just really sorry-“ My voice broke as sob after sob came out. I hadn’t taken a breath the whole time that I was talking to him, and hardly even knew half of what I said.

St first Tom didn’t say anything, and I just laid there and cried.

I’m so stupid.

Then Tom’s other arm was around me and crushing me in a hug.

“Shh,”  He cooed as he stroked my hair. “I don’t hate you darling. I couldn’t if I tried.” It sounded like he said the last part mostly to himself, but I was unable to talk as the sobs just kept coming. “You don’t need to be sorry about anything, darling. I shouldn’t’ve asked. It’s none of my business. And I’m sorry for the way I talked to you earlier. I was just upset. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. Shh.” Tom whispered nonsense in my ear.

I mean, why would he be sorry? I’m the one that yelled at him!

But, as Tom stroked my hair and I felt his warm breath on my ear, I started to relax. The sobs slowly came to a stop, and a little after so did the tears.

Tom held me that way for a little while. Not once loosening his grip and kept running his fingers through my hair.

I slowly felt my eyelids drooping closed, and being surrounded by darkness.

The last thing I remember was Tom backing away and putting his big-but very warm and nice- hands on either side of my face. I heard him whisper “I really shouldn’t do this.” To himself before something warm and wet came into contact with my mouth.

It stayed there for a minute longer, and I didn’t have a problem with it, at all. It was warm and inviting, and I could easily do it for the rest of my life.

Then, they were gone, making my lips literally ache for their warmth again.

“Now, you just go to sleep, my darling.”

And I did.

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