Of Winds And Quakes

30. The Deal

Year of the Roses
Floral Season
The Gardens, the Palace
Altsas

Lysia

MY MOANS ARE THROATY and deep. They erupt from my mouth in pants. He kisses a trail down my throat, nibbling and licking as he goes.

One of his hands are fondling my breast through my dress and the other is playing with my braid. He stops his trail at my cleavage and raises his head to look at me.

I cup his face in my hands, pulling him down with me and I kiss his lips gently, teasing him with small bites as the kiss progresses. One of his hand finds my zip and he zips the dress down. He pushes the straps off my shoulders and I'm revealed to him.

I hear him swallow and he stares at my breasts. My nipples tighten in the damp air and I feel uncertain underneath his scrutinizing gaze.

"You are breathtaking, Lysia." His voice is as rough as gravel. He rubs my nipple in between his fingers till it turns into a hard bead.

I sigh in pure bliss, wishing this night will never end.

I cry out and my eyes roll backwards beneath my closed eyelids as he licks a nipple into his warm mouth. My fingers lace into his hair and his name is a song on my lips.

His other hand travels under the skirt of my dress and pulls at the knickers I'm wearing underneath.

I bite my lips when his fingertips graze upon my sex. And he continues to tease me touching me in ways I had never knew existed.

His lips covers mine and I accept it. Kissing him with all my strength and all my will. I rub his back and take my fingers through his hair. My name is a groan in his lips and I can feel myself wet and throbbing for him.

We lie under the night sky totally tangled and consumed by each other. Our hands are wandering, caressing and groping with helpless need.

Not being able to help myself any longer. I try to unfasten his shirt. My hands are clumsy and shaking as I make out the series of buckles on his uniform.

He laughs quietly and proceeds to help me. He shrugs the shirt off and throws it a few feet away. His dark chest is hard and warm when I place my hands on them. A smile is playing upon his lips.

"What is it?" I ask with a little amusement.

But before he can reply. He is snatched out of my hands. I see him fall to the ground with a primal groan and a dark figure stands towering above him.

The figure turns to me and I hold back a scream. Staggering to my feet, I pull the straps of my dress back on my shoulders.

"Who are you?" My voice is a whole lot confident that I feel and I'm grateful for that. The figure steps closer to me and I resist the urge to step backwards, putting distance between us. "Who are you?" I repeat, my voice quavers a bit.

"Lysia." The voice is awfully familiar. "I expected more from you."

"Rakar." Disdain drips from my voice and I don't try to hide it. Feigning confidence, I cock my head to one side and stare at him. "Tell me, were you following me?"

"You are my business, Lysia." He grabs my hand and yanks me forward.

I see him move from my peripheral vision and in a second, Rakar falls to his knees groaning and clutching his head in his hands.

My Lover stands proudly over him, and then he turns to me. "Let's get out of here."

I glance at groaning Rakar and shake my head. "No. I'll stay here with him, he doesn't know you. Sneak back into the Palace."

"Fools," Rakar spits and staggers to his feet. "I know you, Osar." He points a trembling finger that is meant for Osar's chest but just hovers around his groin. The blow has a really bad effect on him. "I've been spying on you for months. You two aren't that discreet as you think."

Osar gives me a worried look. "Lysia-"

"Nothing is going to happen."  I'm not sure of what I'm saying but if I believe it, it might work out for me.

I turn to Rakar with red-hot fury boiling in my veins. "Who put you up to this?" My fists are just aching to connect to his smug face.

"Your brother," he admits without hesitation. "He noticed something was off."

"You bastard!" I shriek and launch myself at him. I'm pulled back and collide with a hard wall. Osar twirls me to face him.

"Lysia, Princess listen to me." His eyes are pleading but I don't want to hear what he has to say. I'd rather scratch out Rakar's eyeballs.

Rakar roars with diabolical laughter. "Please, spare me your drama. I have a message to deliver."

Osar pins me to his hard body so I'm facing Rakar and my back is pressed to him. "Let's listen to him," he whispers into my ear.

"Osar," Rakar starts," my cousin has a proposal for you; you either leave Altsas tonight and never look back or you will be lynched at sunset tomorrow."

"No," I cry out. Tears spills uncontrollably from my eyes. "How dare Kyan do this!"

Rakar gives me a look filled with pity. "The Prince has spoken to your commander Osar, don't worry no details were given out and your commander is ready to keep mute on your disappearance. Your colleagues at the gates will give you a token to  ensure you don't starve to death  for at least a month". Rakar says as he looks at us and I give him the most evil look I can muster.

"Go to hell, you demon!" I shriek.

He doesn't seem fazed at all by my statement. "And Princess Lysia, your part of the deal is to pretend this," he gestures to Osar, "never happened. Don't make any attempts to reach out to him or look for him and don't speak of it to anyone. If not," he pauses and shakes his head slowly," your lover will be hunted down and killed. Do you understand?"

My reply is a torrent of sobs. Osar turns me around and hugs me to his chest. "I love you, Lysia."

Rakar snorts. "Have you made up for mind, Osar?"

Osar pries away from the hug and I reach out for him pleadingly. "Please. I need you Osar. Don't you dare leave me!"

He takes a small step back. "I'm not doing this for me, Princess. Imagine what people will say if they hear that you are involved with a... Guard."

"Osar, please." But I know that his mind is made up. I know that he won't listen. I know I have lost him.

"We'll see again, Lysia. One day." But I'm not listening to him. My head is dizzy and the Earth is spinning so fast I might fall.

"Osar!" It's a plea. I can't see pass the wall of burning tears. I can literally feel my heart ripping apart.

"The guards at the gates will let you through. Your commander's orders."I hear Rakar say again.

I watch Osar turn on his heels and run, disappearing into the shadows of the gardens.

"Osar!" I summon strength. I can't believe he is gone. I can't believe Osar has left me.

Rakar's hands pull me away gently. "Come inside, Lysia." His tone is gentle and he leads me inside.

One name is a sigh on my lips. I lick my lips and taste my tears.

Osar.