SLAVE OF THE HEART

Fallen Angel 2

Vasheronne couldn't tell if she was relieved or angry.

Or both.

Shut it you... voice in my head.

Not only had Rajab managed to change her mind in one month, but he had also made her like and admire him more than she ever could.

She could love him if she tried.

He made her feel safe, and when he touched her, which was mostly her hand, it was to reassure her that he was always going to be there for her. Despite Naimah's behaviour, Vasheronne had forgiven her. She understood why it happened, and she did not judge her cousin.

When news came in that Naimah was pregnant, it seemed pretty obvious what the solution would be. The press had started dropping subtle hints on the same page as the one with news on the rebels regrouping.

Vasheronne watched Victor kiss Devonne and she wondered if she would ever be with Luke. It was sad how he got kicked out of the Lilac Palace.

She wished Luke could just... give her her first kiss... right about... what had Jemimmah told her about the news?

"You have to convince Naimah to accept Rajab when he proposes to her."

"This is just... crazy...!" Mulan stood up angrily. This was very painful for her. She liked Naimah, yes, but she liked Vasheronne more for her brother. Even then, it was clear that everything was changing.

"Mulan... sit down dear," Amal called to her daughter who was now pacing.

"How could this have happened? When she talked to me about it back in Sweden, i thought she was just joking."

"Wait... you knew about this? And you never told me about it?" Victor asked. Vasheronne's eyes had widened at this new information.

Devonne looked away as Mulan looked at her. Victor's eyes made the connection slower than his brain.

"YOU KNEW?!" Vasheronne jumped to her feet.

"Sit down Vasheronne. You can't be the dramatic one!" Mulan spoke, feeling irritable.

"What did you just say?" Vasheronne asked, staring at Mulan. Devonne couldn't even move.

"You are happy, I know you love Luke more th..." Mulan spoke but Vasheronne walked away as she spoke. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere where you can't find me."

"You're bluffing."

Vasheronne walked back, before coming to stand in front of Mulan. She was a little shorter than the lady, but that did nit mean she could very easily get intimidated.

The two were in each other's faces before Vasheronne finally spoke.

"Watch me."

With a swing of her ponytail, which by the way whipped across Mulan's cheek, the Rrandlovski princess was out of the room. Victor got started following her out but Devonne stopped him.

Or attempted to.

He gave her a look that would otherwise freeze hell over before he rushed aftr his sister.

Then there were three.

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"She is innocent, she didn't want this to happen."

"It sure doesn't feel that way," Rajab said angrily. "She loved every moment of..."

"Shut up Rajab!" Mulan interjected. "I have already lost a friend thanks to you and dad's temper..."

Her father slapped her before he could stop himself. Mulan looked at her father in anger and anguish. He knew he had crossed the line again. He just kept doing it and it angered everyone...

"MUM! DAD HIT ME AGAIN!"

Amal rushed in, looking flushed. At seeing Mulan's cheek, she stared accussingly at her husband.

"My love... why did you do that?"

"I... I..." he began but Mulan finished the sentence for him.

"Am a violent man!" she taunted. "We both know the truth! We all know that you never wanted me here! You don't love me dad, all you ever wanted were sons. WELL, LOOK AT WHAT YOUR SONS DID... LOOK! Give a long hard..."

"Mulan, enough! To your room young lady."

"Mum..."

"NOW."

Mulan knew better than to argue with her mother. She sat down though, anticipating instead, a screaming match between father and son.

"I can't give Vasheronne up, i love her! She is my fiancee!"

"Grow up Rajab, marriages only last when you have a committment."

"I have one to Ronnie."

"No you don't. You have one to your angel!"

Both men stopped talking when Amal mentioned "your angel" making Mulan yawn loudly.

"Mulan, i told you to go to bed."

"But i wanna watch this showdown..."

"Rajab, we need to talk."

Everyone turned in the direction of the speaker. Her dark hair hang round her shoulders and her clothes were wet. They were all puzzled by her wetness... Was it because of the rain... Was it actually raining?

"Please?" she begged. Owen nodded, looking at her with some pity. Amal grabbed a towel and laid it on her shoulders. Vasheronne smiled gratefully at her mother's friend. She was always so mindful.

Mulan left quietly after Vasheronne threw her a look of disdain. Soon, it was just Rajab and her.

"I needed to talk to you before... before i let you go."

"Go where..."

"Shh." Vasheronne placed a finger against his lips. "I will speak, you will listen. Okay?"

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Author's Note: oh wow... what do you think she is going to tell him?

Sorry about a short chapter. Plus the argument scene just might be really silly. :-D

Anyway, do you think Mulan lives up to her name? Yes... or No...?

What do you think pushed Vasheronne to the limit?