His Felicity, His Happiness

Untitled Part 2

He had just finished an assignment for the League when he caught sight of her. She was exiting a club and she seemed boozed-up. Her blonde hair was cascading down her bare back. Her dress was red and extremely tight. He was unsure of why but that woman captured his attention.

"What is the matter Al-Sah-Him?" A woman spoke behind him.

"Relate to your father that the mission has succeeded." Confusion was visible on the woman's face.

"Why? Have you found a pretty woman for your... entertainment?" She smirked.

"Didn't you hear my order?" He growled out as she took a step back. "Leave now." She glared at him and nodded before leaving reluctantly.

His focused went back to the blonde woman and what he saw angered him.

She was pinned to a wall and a man was touching her. She was struggling against his grasp but it was pointless. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

With a knife in his hand, he ran toward them and without a second thought stabbed the man in the back where he knew it would pierce his heart. He saw the body of the man falling to the ground. He dropped the blade next to him and looked up at the woman. Her eyes were wide open, staring at her attacker. She blinked. Her eyes then laid on him before she lost consciousness. He gathered her into his arm and observed her. He was mesmerized. He did not know why nor how but he desired that woman more than he had never desired anyone. He felt something for her. But he couldn't tell what. That feeling was unknown to him. It was a new sensation he had never felt before. His brain was telling him to walk away. But his heart was begging him to keep her close. To never let her go. And that was what he did. He took her with him to Nanda Parbat.

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He was hiding in the shadow of the chamber, contemplating her as she slept peacefully. Her breathing was steady. With the sheet silk around her pale skin, she looked like an angel. Her curly blonde hair was falling down around her delicate face. Since he had taken her here, he hadn't left her side. He couldn't bring himself to. He was drawn to that woman like he had never been before. Women. He had his fair share of girls in the league but never had he stayed the night with any of them. He had never thought of the pleasure of the women, thinking only of his own release. Once done with them, he just left. More than one tried to charm him into a romantic alliance but he did not do those. He had never been with a woman for wants but only for needs.

Watching her sleep calmly made his heart at ease. He was unsure of how, but it did.

Suddenly she began to stir. Slowly she opened her eyes as she examined her surroundings. She was deep in thought as she lifted herself up to a sitting position. Then her eyes became big. She was probably remembering the events of the night before. Quietly, he stepped out of the shadows and sat on an armchair not too far away from the bed. They stared at each other for a long time. She was observing him. He did not usually like when women focused on him but with her, he did not seem to mind. Her mouth opened as someone knocked on the door. Without removing his eyes from her he told the person to enter. The master wanted to see him, probably to talk about the mission. But he did not want to leave her just yet. He was sure she had questions. He dismissed the man who was about to protest but his penetrating gaze made him stop in his track. He bowed his head in understanding and he saw him peek at the woman sitting on the bed. Al-Sah-Him's fist clenched. How dare he look at her? She was his. His focused went back to the beautiful blonde woman. Again, they stared at each other until she spoke. Who are you? She asked. He immediately answered Sah-Him. People around here called him Al Sah-Him it's Arabic for The Arrow. But her, he wanted her to call him Sah-Him. As his name fell out of her lips, he felt something awoken in him. Something he had never felt before and the sensation was not unpleasant.