The Daughter Of Illéa

Chapter 32

A U G U S T U S
P O V

I repeat over my lines that I've jammed into my memory an hour ago in front of my mirror.
My fingers trace the dark metallic golden curls, as I stare at the engraved 35 on her door.

"Are you going to keep stalling?"
I hear the officer joke, as I take deep breaths.

"I'm not stalling." I say it almost offensively, but it's true.
I've been standing in front of her door for at least ten minutes reciting what I'm going to say to her.

"Prince Augustus, I'm going to do you a favor." The officer guarding her door stretches his long arm and knocks loudly on the door.

I have a moment of panic. Will I pull it off like a knock and run, and just not be there when the maids open the door? All of these spontaneous thoughts creep into mind, but then I hear the sputtering coming from the ladies in the room.

"Whose here?" I hear one of the women, failing to whisper to one of the other three.
"Don't worry about who, just get her a robe so she won't be in her gown!"
They bicker about finding a robe, and nearly a minute later someone finally comes to the door of room 35.

Before me stands a old woman. Grayish-red hair, with a plump hour glass figure.
"Oh hello, Prince Augustus!" I've grown up all my life surrounded by women, so I'm using my known experience to securely say she was alerting some of the other women of my arrival.

I'm hesitant for a moment,
"Hello, miss. I need to see Lady Delilah...for a moment."
My mouth is dry in anxiety, as I bud out the words.

The maid laughs,
"Oh, come on in dear. Delilah! The Prince wishes to speak!"

I step into her room which is a dark shade of crimson. Sort of reminds me of the cheap hotels with the heart beds, but I'd never tell her that. Even though, knowing her sense of taste, she probably dislikes it too.

Then, like a magnet forcing my attention away from the color scheme of the room, Delilah walks in.
Her hair is long and is in natural frizzy curls. No makeup or perfumes. Instead she had on a pair of glasses taped against her nose.
She stands with her back against the open balcony doors, as she sends me an awkward smile; silently gesturing me to join her.

It's like running into a pleasant brick wall, as the Angeles night air greets me.
The wind whistles in my ears, as the evergreen trees lightly silhouette the sky.
The crickets somehow vibrantly chirp to my excessive heart beat.

"I'm sorry..." Delilah breaks the ice, "...about today." The wind trickles threw her making her appear vulnerable and hurt.

I turn my body away from the breeze and towards the girl that has a look of complete radiancy.
"Delilah...I may appear like a stupid teenage boy who has had as much experience in that love field," I absorb a breath of fresh air into my struggling lungs, "but that was my first kiss too, along with yours."

She jerks her attention to my face, concentrating on my words,
"How'd you know that was my first kiss?"

I just simply explain,
"The way you carry yourself and deal with situations...Delilah, I can tell you've been threw a lot. I know you wouldn't just give your first kiss to someone who asks for it. I don't know how I deserved it, but I also don't understand how you deserved mine. Every time someone tries to comfort you or please you, you push them away. I can't just keep waiting, Delilah."

Her eyes that I've sunken into falls back towards the landscape.
"Your going to send me home?" Her words are forced, but curious.

I scoff.
"Mentally Yes. I'm sending home that
stressed-out-selected-Delilah."
I touch her hand,
"Bring me that fun-rebellious-life-forfilling-Delilah from Atlin. Your an amazing lady...don't let go of the girl I was just beginning to know."
Her eyes are glossy, as I bid her a silent night.
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A/N
I feel a lot better guys, I've been sick with the flu!
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I could've ended this chapter meanly, but I decided not so I made him end kind of sweetly.
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Instead of doing a QOTC I'm going to let you guys ask me questions!
The next chapter is the last chapter for part 1 and I'm going to answer all of your questions!!!
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