Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter Eighteen

Everyone gasped, and involuntarily cleared the path for Samara to walk through, afraid they were seeing a ghost

"Impossible!"

"A ghost!"

Samara finally got to where Sebastian and Delilah were

"Good evening Lord Westmoreland. I feel more healthy than I've ever been in my entire life. This woman saved my life. I saw her in my dreams and visions while I was in a coma. She didn't just heal my body. She healed my soul" Samara asserted, looking at Delilah like she was a newly found God, with powers.

Sebastian couldn't understand nor explain the relief that coursed through his veins. He didn't know what sort of magic she used, but Delilah would not be killed tonight. He also could neither understand nor explain his sudden and instant attraction to the spit fire, red haired beauty.

"That's it everyone. You've seen for yourself. Samara is well and hearty. Miss Delilah has been left off the hook. Well, for today at least. For who knows what sort of trouble she's going to brew tomorrow. Either ways, contrary to what you're all thinking, Samara wouldn't be continuing her caning. I've decided to leave it at the twelve whips I initially meted out. I won't be making it twenty. You can all go home!" he was glad to announce that to the loud and rowdy crowd, that polluted his once quiet and serene hall.

"My God, what a conceited prick you are. You think you deserve a fucking medal for flogging a defenseless woman twelve strokes of that deadly whip, instead of twenty? Tell me. What lie do you feed to your black fucking heart to enable you sleep at night, with all the atrocities you've done to the women in this town? You are nothing but a vile monster, who feeds off the praises of other people, and the screams of defenseless women. Just like a pathetic insecure little bitch. You await permission from the crowd, you await permission from the Queen, and any other person who cares two whit about you to give you a go-ahead to commit all the atrocities you commit. It's frankly already obvious that you're not a man. But what's worse? You're less of a woman as well" Delilah spat at Sebastian, her blood boiling.

And the whole crowd gasped once more. Sebastian Westmoreland, was like the King of Florence. One did not throw offhand insults at him, the same way one could not insult the Queen. Here in Florence, he was royalty. His powers were second to none other, except the Queen. He was the most feared, revrenced and respected Gentleman of them all.

Sebastian stood there, seething, more than furious, but then with great effort, and a false calm, he finally replied her

"Since you're so strong, and so— courageous," he eyed her from the top of her messy hair, down to her boots "Why don't you sit down, and play a game of hand strengths with me? If you win, I forget you didn't just spend the last minute of your life insulting me; I let you go, and don't jail you. I mean, you get to live another day. But if I win, you're mine, to do with as I fucking see fit"

Delilah breathed down hard. She was already more than exhausted, from the healing session. She should be asleep right now, recuperating. But just her bloody luck, that her own mouth had gotten her into this mess. But she still had her pride. She wasn't going to chicken out now, and walk away. Not that he'd even let her. She'd insulted him, albeit out of blinded rage and mind numbing exhaustion. But now, she had to pay.

"Fine" She stated, and sat down on the chair across from him, placing both her hands on her laps.

With a mock smile, he offered his hand on the table, and she placed her soft hand in his hard ones.
The idea was for her to exert enough force on his hand to go in the opposite direction, so she could win. But if he got her own hand to go in the opposite direction first, then he'd be the one to win.

Once the game started, she was momentarily blinded by the strength found in this man's hand. He'd almost won her halfway, and the game had barely started. Yet he didn't even look like he was exerting much force, whereas she, was exerting just about all the force her tired body could wrought out from her weak form.

In less than ten minutes time, he won the game. And before she could say anything, or mutter an apology, he reached over the table and grabbed her, seizing her into his arms, and picking her up.

In front of the whole crowd, he stood up and walked out of the hall, with Delilah screaming and kicking in his arms. When it became too much, he exasperatedly threw her across his shoulder, and delivered three simultaneous, sharp slaps to her perfectly rounded dèrriere. She continued screaming and kicking, her mouth blurting and throwing every single insult or profanity she'd ever heard in her life before, at him. But he kept on walking, totally ignoring her, as if he wasn't even now, carrying her like a sack of potatoes, over his shoulders!

After some minutes of walking, he finally got to where he'd wanted to take her to. He gingerly opened the door, got in, and locked it behind him, before depositing her right on the bed

She was mad and livid with anger. Before she could even get her bearings straight, and stand up from the bed, he landed on top of her, quite unceremoniously, pinning her to the bed

"What the — what the heck are you doing?" she faltered, breathing rapidly. Her heart was in her throat. And a strange, new kind of sensation was stirring up in her veins. One that was very far from the anger she was so accustomed to.

"Why? I want to kiss you. Sweet, Delilah, you are mine now, or don't you know that?" he replied with a teasing smile, before his mouth landed on hers

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A/N: New chapter, for you guys. I feel quite depressed, writing this story. I mean, I feel as if this story is not going the way I want it to. I'm loosing interest and zeal, and I'd have deleted the book, but it's not my style. I'm used to finishing things I start, to the very end. But I feel as if the book is not good enough, the idea is crappy, and this has fallen way below standards and expectations. When I first thought about the story idea, I was so fucking excited. But now, I just feel as if it's bland, and has no true indept characters.

So if you're a reader, reading this right now, can you just drop your honest thoughts about the story so far? Thanks. It'd be really appreciated. I really need to know where I'm going from here.

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