SwaRon: The Fairy-Tale Affair

6. Let the eyes do the talking

His fiery eyes settled at Louis. His fingers clutched into a fist, and his body stiffened. Noticing the change in Swayam, Sharon looked into his eyes that were filled with rage. She gently traced her fingers over his hand, without being noticed by anyone else. Her mere touch calmed his senses to a great extent. Her soothing eyes rested upon his just symbolized relief. Relief, to have found him here. Coming forward, Louis wrapped his arm around her waist, clutching her harder against himself. Wanting to cut through Louis with his sword, Swayam clenched his jaws. Sharon looked into his eyes trying to decipher the layer of hidden emotions into it. Her eyes conveyed what he wanted. He wasn't supposed to create any kind of a mess. Releasing a sharp breath he walked towards the two. His eyes pierced at hers. Standing rightly close, he forwarded his hand for her.

"What do you think you are doing?"Asked an infuriated Prince Louis. He couldn't let his lady go with a common man. His ego didn't allow that.

"I just wanted to have the pleasure to dance with Princess Sharon." His words fell simple yet so meaningful. Emotions laced in between the lines, which went noticed only by her.

"And why do you think a Princess would dance with you? You are a complete nobody." Prince Louis's words pricked her. She couldn't take it. Her eyes bored at his blank face, his eyes still at her. Even before Prince Louis could utter a word of disrespect for her Swayam, she jumped into the conversation."Rule number 164: It is rude to turn down someone. A Royal has to be polite."Uttering those words back to him, her smirk widened. It was like making him pay for his own deeds. She offered her hand to Swayam, when again Prince Louis stated his objection. "Accepting his offer would affect your pride."

"Exactly, Prince Louis, You are so smart. Accepting his offer would definitely affect my pride. It would add on to the glory of Royals." And with those words she stepped on to the floor.

His hands perfectly holding hers. Pulling her close, only as much as required, he glided his palm at the small of her back. Their postures perfect. Their moves flawless. And their hearts synced to the music. Drowning into the pool of desirely emotions in the eyes of the other, the two stared at each other, not bothering about the existence of others. His touch seemed to be draining away the impact of Prince Louis's touch, maybe intentionally. But it did help. With his feather like touch the electric jolt spread across her senses. Every muscle craved to be under his touch. Her eyes already dipping into the dizzy mode, whilst he couldn't help but hold that gentle, soft smile across his face as he held her right in his arms close enough to burn the spectators into ashes, flame them as the jealousy to hold her upright so close sprang into them. Pressing his palm harder into her back, he pulled her closer by an inch. His breath fanning her delicate skin of her nape, Her lips shuddering, marking a silent invitation for his. Tempting his senses, his eyes penetrating at hers, trying to unwrap the hidden emotion to it. The sharp intake of breath made her bosom clash against his frame making his need rise to a higher level. The controlled mind of his involuntarily moved to an uncertain direction. He was panicked noticing the crowd around. There was a certain amount of mysterious feeling that she hid with her smile - that was glinting in the well-lit atmosphere but had something more to it.

The lights went dim, bit by bit. He was taken aback by the sudden change. His hold around her tightened, protectively. The darkness enveloped the two whereas her face glowed in the darkness. The glow resembled a slight hint of mischief. Sliding her arms around his neck, she pulled him with the strings of his rugged sleeveless jacket, leading him out of the palace. They stood there in between the shrubs at the palace garden, completely in isolation.

Even before he could utter a word of confusion, she pressed her plush lips on his tender ones. His suppressed needs were fulfilled without been put in words. The tingling feeling spread across her skin as being brushed along with the silky soft strands of his hairs. Whilst her lips were rough and demanding, his melted across with gentleness. The feeling of security and warmth in his emotions enveloping her through the medium of a Kiss. Her fingers crawled up to mesh along his hairs, making him urge wildly for her. Wanting him to ask for more of her. To feel more of her. Touch more of her.. Drawing his hand to her cheek, he caressed her skin. Unlike his desires, he continued to stroke her cheeks gently, still tasting her. He wasn't going to let his desires overpower his self-controlled mind.

The slight rattling sound floated into his eardrums, making him alert. With wide eyes and his mouth getting still, she drew her eyes at him. Noticing a change in him, she pulled back. She was about to question when the rattling sound from the bushes extracted her dizziness and her lungs pulled in as much as air they could. Panic ran into her veins, spreading terror into her system. Shielding herself behind his strong frame, clutching the sides of the delicate fabric that he wore, she checked herself for once. Glancing at her condition, he stood as a barrier between the upcoming uncertain tornado and her. Sliding his fingers into his jacket, holding the Small sword. Anything that would come to harm her, would first meet its fate with his sword. Averting her gaze from the shivering bushes, she laid her eyes on her man. Absolutely bliss to her eyes, he stood baring her.

The fiery alert eyes of his softened as the sight of the person became clearer, as he stepped forward. "Samrat!" He spoke adding to the level of confusion of The Princess that stood behind Swayam. Without even wasting a minute of time, he paced towards Swayam. Whilst Swayam had his glaring eyes at the person, he continued. Willing to stop his chants, he introduced Sharon to the person in a highly formal way, "Princess Sharon, this is Prince of Asian land, Aryan. And Prince Aryan please meet Sharon, The Princess of this Empire." They exchanged pleasantries after which Prince Aryan apologized and cornered Swayam. He conversed something in an entirely alien language, which bounced over her head. The only thing Sharon could decipher was the tension in the air, the stiffness in their bodies and there was a slight hint of respect as Prince Aryan spoke to Swayam. This was indigestive. Not that She thought of Swayam as a non-deserving person, But usually Royals never did that. Respecting a common man wasn't a practice she had experienced in her territory.

Swayam turned his head to her, Her eyes downrightly portrayed confusion. Prince Aryan drew his sight following into the direction of Swayam's view. "We should leave before they come searching for you." His eyes grazing at the two as Swayam just shook his head in response. His eyes blinked at her signaling her about their departure. She wanted to ask him about Prince Aryan, about the conversation they had, But they didn't have the time.

Sneaking back into the palace, in the darkness the two succeeded to maintain their postures. Though there was an unbearable silence, something was different. As the lights turned on bit by bit, Sharon's eyes fell over the enraged eyes of Prince Louis. Marching over the two, he slammed his arms around Sharon, proclaiming her.

Gulping his anger for once, Swayam looked around. Only when he was convinced did he mark The sharpness of his sword against Prince Louis's Neck. The guards alerted, Various Royals drew their swords into their hands. Yet nothing could make him stop. He drew Sharon to his side, placing a feather-light kiss on her nape - that went unnoticed by everyone - before pushing her gently aside.

Even before anyone could reach the tip of their swords to Swayam, there was another force of armed men that barred every single man that stepped against Swayam. "It is not that easy to get away from the claws of a Lion, Prince Louis." Swayam's voice marked the pinch of pride as he tasted victory. The people around just stood still. "You can't run away every time. Can you?" A smirk ruled his well-defined face as he spoke.

"Who are you?' came a struggling voice from the crowd. He answered the question not bothering much about the source of it, "Prince Samrat Swayam Raj Shekhawat." His pride filled the air. Hitched breath, rather everyone could do nothing but gasp as the name clicked them. The Royal, the one who ruled the most victorious manner, The one who had his name imprinted on every Royal mind.. stood in person in front of their eyes. Blessed to have his sight.

Prince Louis was dodging the Great Asian force since very long, infuriating the Prince. And finally he decided to settle down this matter in his own way. "You shouldn't have done this." Prince Louis barked as his defeat came visibly near to him. "Not even this time." He remarked.

"As if I care, Prince Louis." Retorted the furious Prince.

"You would, soon." Louis marked and his smirk widened. He looked around, unsure. Heavier got his heart with every inch of investigated sight, finding no trace of her made him worried. He looked at King Martin, Queen Rochelle.. though she couldn't be traced. Tension mounding up as he tried to carefully figure out any loopholes to his plan. Her absence made his sense go jiggled. While the armed force took care of Louis and his mates, making sure not disrupting the lives of those innocent people around. Though no one was allowed to leave the premises.