WARNING: This is a very old story, written over a long period of time so it isn't the best and it has discrepancies but I wanted to keep it up as it shows my writing development. Thank you.
Who would ever have guessed that the sister of Isabella Sw...
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Chapter 84 - dancing queen
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Attarah smiled as she pushed open the doors of the throne room, they had not told the kings that she was returning today so she happily took in the image of shock on each of their faces when they saw her. Caius was the first to be by her side, lifting her up and swinging her around before placing her on her feet and kissing her passionately.
"Why Hello" she winked and turned to wrap her arms around Aros neck, she kissed his cheek and walked a few feet to greet Marcus who kissed her forehead happily. He'd missed her very much, the castle had not been the same without her. It was dark outside now and Attarah was beginning to grow slightly tired her body was confused.
"Are you busy?" she asked them and they shook their heads . "Good, I'm tired. Let's go" she smirked and grabbed Caius' hand, practically dragging him down the corridor with the other two happily following.
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Attarahs eyes fluttered opened to darkness, she squinted and looked around. She knew that she was in Caius' room but was confused to find that she felt completely awake despite the darkness of the night surrounding her. Her body clock was colossally messed up. She sighed and turned over, noticing a voice coming from the adjoined study, the door slightly cracked open and a light peeping through.
The brunette girl hopped out of the bed softly, attempting to be quiet. She wore light pink pyjamas that were entirely unflattering. She tiptoed to the study door and peaked through, she Caius sat at the desk on the phone. He was arguing with someone in Italian and he looked up when the door creaked. He hastily stated something else before hanging up.
