Wanderess

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Hello, Princess." Trying to get her body to move, Fayre could not force herself to even move a finger, herself frozen entirely. The Prince of Darkness held an aura of confidence about him, something that screamed trouble.

What was he doing here?

Almost instinctively, Fayre stepped back, the heel of her foot hitting the steps behind her leading to the palace. Unrealising of the limited space behind her, the Princess lost her balance and if it weren't for the lighting reflexes of the Dark Prince, she would've fallen back onto the stone steps behind her.

He dashed, she hadn't even seen him move, as he lunged for her, catching her by her hand, the other securing itself tight around her waist, effectively pulling the Light to the Darkness.

Her breathing ragged and appearing in puffs of air in the tight space between the two, the Princess seemed all too aware of his every touch, of each limb, each muscle contacting her body.

His grip was tight around her small waist, her hand still gripped in his, held to his chest now. She could feel his hot breath caress her cheek; he was that close.

There was something about him, something extraordinary, something preternatural...something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She was adamantly drawn to the Prince. Like the earth itself and how the moon is pulled into orbit, centred on the spinning globe. That was how Fayre felt, pulled into the Darkness that shrouded his eyes.

The night had gone still, not a creature stirring, not a breeze to be felt. It was as if the destined contact had been anticipated by all, and every eye was on them. Watching. Waiting.

The Princess merely gazed into the Prince's eyes. His eyes were spectacular...although she swore, they were darker the last time she saw him. The orbs that were wholly black, now seemed as if you could ever so slightly Dismissing it as a trick of the light, she pushed the thought from her mind. The dark pools of onyx hiding any possibly emotion that could be lying dormant, for his harsh face gave nothing away. Desperate for a reason unknown to the Light, she searched and searched those dark doorways to his soul. Searched for any inkling of remorse or regret for the earlier events, for anything other than darkness.

She found none.

There was nothing there but two never ending abysses. Each Fayre was willing to explore, willing to delve deeper and deeper into until she was completely lost to the world.

And she would've done just that, if not for the return of the night chill, realisation seeping into her bones like the coldness of the surrounding air. Drilling into the Princess of Light;

Down

Down

Down

Into her very being. Goosebumps erupting over her skin like a detonated explosion. Shock shook her entire being. How could she condone this. He was holding her for Lord's sake! And she did nothing. Just stood there like a docile lamb.

He had slaughtered her people. Cut them down. Killed in cold blood. And he'd done it with that damn smirk on his perfect face. Then he had the nerve to show up here again, acting like he owns the Palace.

Not if she had anything to do about it.

Mustering her strength, she pushed him back, ripping her hand from his, taking a step backwards- up the stairs.

The glare she gave him could frighten the dead, the fire in her eyes could melt gold and the wrath in her heart could rival that of Amon.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed through her teeth; jaw clenched almost painfully.