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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*RHEA'S POV*
His hands held onto hers, so delicately, so beautifully, and she responded by weaving her fingers into his palm so innocently as if she didn't realise what she was doing.
It made my heart tremble.
It trembled very slowly at first, as bloody fingers with excruciatingly sharp nails crept around my heart, grasping it so tightly, all at once like it had every right to do so.
That's what it felt like every single time.
Every single time a female would touch Elijah, with an ugly gaze of hope swimming in their eyes as he welcomed and treated them with respect and attention, just like he was taught to do.
But I was always there, prepared to rip off their eyes and drown that hope in a flood of many other lost hearts, that had desired to make Elijah's heart beat in counter to their pathetic emotions.
And when I did make them disappear, I would always smile, as the fingers that had a tight leash on my own heart, retracted its nails and let me breathe, resting peacefully with the knowledge that nobody could take away what's ours.
As the sounds of her laughter swept around the small ballroom, and Elijah's arms circled itself around her waist, I felt the last few fragments of words I had constantly repeated to myself over the past week, that 'Elijah is mine' , disappeared into the wind, laughing at me as they pranced away.
No.
Elijah is yours. He has been and always will be. He will fall in love with you and take you as his Queen, and this female will only be a temporary barrier.
I shut my eyes tightly, holding onto that thought with every inch of my strength and whipped the tears back into its place, opening my eyes again.
Zyanna.
That was the name that made me arrive at the kingdom of Yandestine, a few days earlier than my presence was actually known and that was nothing but a purposeful action. I wanted to know who this newfound interest of Elijah was, and what I could do to destroy anything akin to a spark lighting itself between them.
I had inquired around, but no one in the kingdom knew who this female was. The servants only told me that she had apparently tended to Elijah's horse and made it better, and that was the first occasion they saw her in the palace.
At the end of my search, I found there was nothing remotely interesting about her. She was just a dirty woman that flounced around with goats and pigs, and to think that I have to even consider such an unequal abomination as a threat to my future - it was just vile.
My attention painfully shifted to them again, as they began conversing with words that I was going to make sure meant nothing for their future, regardless of what they might have been.
