His Little Heir

Love or Obsession?

     When she rose, he could see her smile. It looked genuine, but he knew. He knew her better than anyone else. Twenty two years of watching her had led to this moment, this mask. A plaster smile.
    
    He began to peel back the plaster layers: Daya Savech was most likely suffering from jet lag, her feet begging to be released from their high healed prison. Her body, covered in the golden satin, must feel trapped. And she, the girl he had waited for, had been torn from the man she loved, and it wasn't him. She was unhappy.
     
     Unhappy...
    
     "Men!" Two servants sprang at Leon's command, and were at his his side in seconds.
    
     "Yes, your majesty?" both echoed the others response.
    
     "Show our guests to their rooms, and find our princess some comfortable attire... please."
   
      The servants furrowed their brows. Brandon, the taller one, leaned closer to his superior, and pushed his words underneath a sea of breath: "Like.. lingerie, sir? Don't you want to make her feel comfortable-"
    
     "Brandon, I swear to God-"

     But he heard it. A small intake of breath from his love, like a stiffled gasp, a pup in pain.

     He whipped around, but her smile had returned. Daya would remember that, he realised. Leon hadn't even spoken directly to her, and was already making her afraid of him.

    "Sorry, your Majesty?" Brandon smiled innocently.
    
     Leon's cheeks were flushed with anger. How long had he been like that? Had she seen it? Stupid, stupid. How could he be so stupid?

      "Its... It's fine, Brandon. I meant casual wear. Grab some for King Don as well, will you?" He put his hand on the servant's shoulder, then clinched it, a message that meant trouble.
    
     "Sure."
   
       "Great! Princess Daya, please follow Quill," He pointed at the shorter man, "and Your Majesty, Brandon."
    
     Quill, a blue eyed burnette, beckoned her to follow, and the pair disappeared into the west wing, her father and Brandon, into the east.

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     He needed a shower. The idea of negotiating the engagement to his love- Obsession? He needed to decide. Leon scolded himself for getting sidetracked, the idea of fully negotiating the engagement to her- whoever she was to him- looking dishevelled haunted him. And Brandon was an issue. Leon had told him that above all else, he wanted Daya comfortable with him if Quishea' agreed, and he had made her afraid. Her whimper, the disguised sound of it, replayed continuously within him. His body grew tense with it's echo, but he had to push it down... for her.

      Once out of the steaming chamber, he went to work on his face. Leon scraped the black hairs peaking through his cheeks, combed through the ones resting upon his scalp, and looked into his green eyes. His pale skin encompassed them, along with their redness. It had faded with rest, but remnants still remained from the strain of stress.

      Leon sighed and began to examine his clothing options. A suit? No, that would intimidate her. A shirt and a blazer? No.. A tank top? He laughed at his own negligence. It was like saying, "Hi, Daya, nice to meet you! I hope you just swoon at my ridiculously long armpit hair, in fact, it may be as soft as your dark, silky..." He had to stop himself. Running his fingers through his hair, he pushed the picture out of his mind.

     Leon emerged in a maroon, long sleeve t shirt, and dark blue jeans. Not the best clothes for negotiating, he knew, but it was necessary to make Daya feel at home. She would be in something similar, after all. He opted for a thin, black hoodie in case the cold worsened, and put on his grey sneakers. Leon Faye spoke a prayer, one for Daya's acceptance, and his father's approval. Then, shut the door behind him.

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     He approached a plump, senior woman lingering in the kitchen window: "Bertha, can you please tell Quill and Brandon to bring Daya and Don to the lounge?"
     
     "Not the conferance room, sir?"
    
     Leon smiled, Bertha had been like a second mother in the absence of his own.
    
      "No ma'am this one's to special for that."
    
      She grinned, and not long after, disappeared down the glittering corridor.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR! Sorry I haven't been updating as much since it is the middle of the week, and school is absolutely slamming me. More is to come, though, so thanks for being patient! 💜