"I never thought I would have someone sit on the throne beside me." Dante spoke, a slight echo repeated his words back to him.
Charlotte's attention turned back to the King. She had forced herself to look behind her, to where he stood.
"I've been...
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"Go where?" Charlotte asked, her hands barely peeking out from under the sleeves of her coat, her posture slightly hunched in on herself as her mate looked upon her. Her anxiety could be seen in her actions, she had no idea where she was headed, or where this man would be taking her. She couldn't just leave — right?
Dante's head tilted softly, before glancing at the busy walkways around them, hoping that no one had noticed the young king, or his new-found soulmate. She would become his only weakness — part of why he had never wanted to find her in the first place.
She was there now, and he couldn't live with himself if he left her within Achelous, in his mind she was already his queen, the one that he had never wanted.
"To the Palace." He spoke calmly, catching the slightly shocked expressing that spread over Charlotte's face. "We must go." Dante's much larger hand gripped onto her own, pulling her behind him into the tunnel that led back into the center of Apollo, where the King lived.
Charlotte stumbled over her feet as he pulled her down a few steps, pressing his thumb onto a pad, a light flashed green and the lock released. His hand gripped the handle, allowing her to step in before he did. The tunnel was dimly lit, her emerald colored eyes catching the subway tiles that went up the walls, and a light along the ceiling every few feet.
"Why are you taking me to the palace?" Charlotte asked softly, her eyes not meeting with his. As his pace seemed hurried, as if he was worried that something could happen to them. She kept getting distracted by the sparks that came from his touch, his large hand cradling her own as if she would break into a million pieces before him.
Her mind was filled with the possibilities of who this man could be, who he was. He could be a royal aide? He was dressed to nicely for that. Was he a member of the royal family? Charlotte had never figured out how to control the overwhelming anxiety that would spread through her mind when she encountered something that was unknown to her.
