Princess Amara

Chapter Forty-One

I grabbed Vikkan's hand and slowly dragged him over to the bed in the middle of his tent. 

He watched me intently as we both settled on his bed, his long body laid out facing me as I sat forwards staring down at him. 

He looked entirely top fucking innocent, too unsuspecting. 

Like an animal that could go wild at any moment.

Yet, as he looked up before me I could barely make out that thing in his eyes. That thing that made the war council refuse to get too close to him, what made the other Khans shift in their seats. 

But I knew it was there. 

And like the male in front of me, it was watching me closely, unsure. 

I gripped his hand tighter into my own, staring into those strange eyes that had never left my mind since the first time they connected with my own. 

I was scared, terrified actually. 

Because whatever was in him, I knew I should be scared of. 

I didn't know him, not well enough. 

And yet, every portion of my being immediately rejected that. 

Rejected not knowing him, rejected being scared of what he really was. 

His hand tightened around mine, "I don't want to scare you", his rough voice brought me back to the present. 

He could see it swimming inside of me. 

I had to know what he all was, he had hinted at it, danced around the topic, but I knew that he hadn't spelled it all out for me, hadn't given me the full picture, just images. 

And I knew that everyone else at this camp knew what he really was. 

And I knew that they were all terrified of him. 

And I knew that I should be too. 

But I also knew I wasn't capable of it. 

I sighed deeply, "as fucking clingy as this is going to sound, it won't scare me. Might shock the shit out of me, but you, Vikkan Dorris Finch Corstone, have come into the unfortunate ownership  of my soul. I won't run. I might scream, highly possible that I'll trip, but I won't leave you. You can't scare me off." I finish, smiling as his grin broke across his face. 

His muscular body vibrated as a laugh lifted him his lips, before the smile slowly died down. 

"You say that now, but when you actually see it, see me, I don't know if you'll say it then as well. I ... I'm not normal, Amara."

I smiled, trying to bring the sadness out of his eyes, "Normal? I'm a brown princess with starch white hair and eyes green like buggers. Normal isn't really me either" I huffed. 

He looked down, his eyes sad. "I'm hated in society, Amara, I've been spit on and beaten, hated. And thats was with my family's name on my shoulders. It wasn't until I was 14, I-I snapped, Amara. They broke me, it had been building up, but that day I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't mean to do it, didn't know what I was doing, or how I even did it at the time. But I snapped in half, and it unleashed some unholy power, so much so that it warranted tracking my lineage to figure out my Father." He huffed a sad laugh. 

I could tell he didn't want me to ask, was begging some unknowable force that I wouldn't ask, but I had to know. 

I brought my hand to his rough cheek, covered in short stubble, "you have to let me know."