Love comes in many forms.
Speaking about it, imagining it, and melting at the mere prospect of it can leave you giddy with its richness.
But defining it, expressing or experiencing it - that's a different game.
Elijah - the heir to the throne of...
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"Please tell me you're about to smile and say that was all just your vivid imagination,"Aaliyah's eyebrows were so raised up, they might as well have easily blended into her hair.
"No, unfortunately, that was not my 'vivid imagination', I was nearly led to death's chamber last night." It was not the embarrassment I would face from everyone I was worried about at all, for I was still in serious reveries about the dancer's words.
"I would then slam my mouth against yours, reminding you of what you lost."
I didn't know why it was that particular phrase that kept resonating in my brain, despite her earlier words being filled with much more fury than expected in a mere dancer. I had never seen such emotion in a dancer's eyes ever before, except grace and elegance.
There was a first time for everything.
"Brother, from what I've gathered from your words, it's a bit of a shame that I, as the younger sibling have to advise you about this," Aaliyah's words interrupted my thoughts, as she began voicing her amusement.
"But what, in the kingdom of Yandestine, were you thinking, asking a lady about love, while in bed, when all she was trying to do was have a good night?!" She started rudely guffawing, that if one saw her in that state, they would think she was enacting a monkey's dance routine.
She was cackling, holding her armpits, and started galloping around.
"Tell me brother, what did you exactly say? Did you get down on one knee, asking her to be the Juliet to your Romeo, if you gave in to the one night of pleasure? Did you do that to stop her from getting down on both knees? Did you-"
I clamped her mouth shut with my hands before even more servants gasped and started running away from us in horror.
"Behave yourself, Aaliyah! My god, I do not know where you picked up such foul language from, but I do not approve!" My cheeks didn't either, as they couldn't stop burning, most probably turning as red as a fresh apple.
"What is all the commotion about?"
King Sebastian Alistair Maguire. My father was here.
The servants bowed their heads down, immediately walking away, with maximum subtlety as possible.
"Father! Please do join us. Me and Eli are having a truly enthralling conversation about the ways of treating a lady, especially when-"
"That is quite enough, Aaliyah. May I ask you to continue the conversation at a later time, preferably after you've completed your errands?" Apparently, me and my father shared the facial quality of our cheeks transforming colours at a rapid rate.
"Good morning, Father. I presume you have been well since assigning me to a truly torturous mission?" I greeted my father as Aaliyah tried to quietly leave the place, emphasis on 'tried' because she was still uncontrollably snickering.
