The Half Heir

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   I hate it. I hate it with all of myself. I hate it so much that only my hate for it keeps me going. Guess what do i hate so much, exercises. Like who came up with them? Why did that person want to torture themselves? Dont they love themselves? Well i hope whoever they are and wherever they are, they regret it. This is torture. Like literal torture. I feel like i am dying. It sucks.

  Guess what is putting me through so much agony: running. See in the beginning, it felt exhilarating and freeing to run. It felt like i was flying. But that feeling faded away after an hour and led to excruciating pain. I have been running for three hours now. I literally feel like i am on fire. I cant take this anymore. I slowly slow myself. I am completely winded. Lucia laughs as i stop.

   "Tired so easily little princess?" She mocks me, coming to a stop beside me.

   I am so busy trying to breathe that i dont even hear her. Its been three days since i made the deal with Satan 2.0 a.k.a King Lucas. Lucia has personally taken the responsibility to get me into shape to kill my father. Yay me! She has been completely relentless, commenting on my fat packed body and non-existent work out routine.

    I lay down on the ground, hoping i survive. All the years i have lived, i have never for a day in my life, tried working out. I mean what is the point? I liked being lazy and stuffing my face with unhealthy food. But now i kinda regretted it. I was totally dying. Also Lucia wasnt helping. She made me work out until i dropped. I was so thankful that i was Half-vampire otherwise i  would have died.

  I frowned at Lucia. She smirked at me before walking away, not even breaking into a sweat. She had a very toned and lean body. She definitely would have worked out each day of her miserable and hateful existence. I tried getting up but even lifting my head was too much to handle. So i just stayed there, eyes closed, lying on the ground, comatose.

  The three days have been very eventful. I have been part of huge screaming arguments between Cheryl and Elena. I have also been part of their tearful heart to hearts. I have made it no secret how much i hate King Lucas and Lucia. The three of us have made a hobby out of flinging insults at eachother. Catherine has taken responsibility of taking care of my mental health.

   She has kinda become my therapist slash bestfriend. Edwin has taken up the role of making sure i am comfortable and taken care. He worries about me all the time. Now that is like really really sweet. It warms my heart to call him family. And then lets get to Andrian. I hate him! Well after we got back to our room, we fought for an hour. He got mad at me for saving him.

   Well he is being ridiculous. He didnt exactly raise his voice at me, cause he knows i will melt his brain if he does that but he was still pretty mean and rude. There was snarling and accusing. He called me stupid and naive for trying to save his life. I lost count of how many mean names i had called him. In the end, he stopped me from shouting at him by kissing me a little too passionately.

   And we ended up kissing and just cuddling eachother for another hour. And then i gave him a migraine and kicked him off the bed. After that, neither of us have spoken to eachother. Though we still live together. He is always there when i had a mental breakdown or was freaking out or was having issues controlling my powers. He didnt have to speak or be nice to me to comfort me, he just had to he there.

   He was like a salve to all my wounds. All he had to do was exist and i would immediately feel better. Living in the palace has been weird. I am a princess and well the servants were informed about it. Within hours, i had personal attendes and my wardrobe was filled with dresses and outfits that literally made me cry out of happiness. It felt good too. But i still wasnt completely happy.

  I was interrupted from my thoughts when i sensed him. I dont know how but when he is around me, i feel better. I feel relaxed but also alive. I open my eyes and scowl at him. He scowls back at me. I would stick out my tongue too but i am too tierd. He gracefully leans down and easily picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling as close to him as possible. He tightens his arms around me and then starts walking.

    We both dont say anything or look at eachother. This has also become part of the routine. I practice with Lucia for 5 hours every day. And after the practice is done and when i am fighting to even breathe, Andrian comes. He will just pick me up and bring me to our room. It warms my heart to know that he will pick me up when i am down.

   We both are still mad at eachother but we care too much about eachother to stop being there for eachother. I think that is beautiful. I trust him so much. I feel so much for him. Even now, i feel tingles wherever my skin connects with his. I would do anything for this man. I would cross any line for him. I have no doubt that he would do the same.

   For the first time in my life, i have felt something so strong for someone. And i am so glad it is for Andrian that i feel so much. Within no time, we reach our room. He gently lays me down on the bed. He hovers over me for a few seconds. His gold flecked eyes make my heart skip a beat. Without a thought, i grab him and kiss him hard. He kisses me intensely. All the pain leaves my body. I smile while kissing him, knowing he is healing me.

  He growls as i pull at his hair. I moan as his hands roam all over me. He takes whatever i give. He claims me. And i dont mind that one bit. I am his to take and claim, just like he is mine. We dont need to speak to confirm that. Its just understood. I slip my hands under his shirt. He shivers as i touch him. He feels so cold and solid. More. I want more. I need more.

   My hands move south and Andrian stops. He pulls away and snarls at me. I snarl right back at him. This has also been an unspoken rule. No going more than kissing. Its not because Andrian doesnt want me. I am pretty sure he wants me more than i want him but he just has five centuries of patience unlike me. He doesnt want things to get any more complicated in my life.

   He thinks that going further might jeopardize my mission of killing daddy dearest. I have no idea how that makes sense. I know there are more reasons that he is hiding from me but i dont push him. I just slowly rise up a little and kiss his snarling lips softly. I pepper his mouth with soft sweet kisses before i shove him off the bed. He gracefully lands on his feet and i get off the bed.

   I smile at him before heading into the bathroom for a really cold shower. After the relaxing shower, i wear a huge baggy sweatshirt and leggings paired with my favourite sneakers. I leave my hair in a huge messy bun. The room is empty when i get out of the bathroom. Andrian must have left to meet Edwin. They both would just strategise together and then worry about the world.

  There are two swift knocks on the door. I open the door to reveal a smiling Catherine. I grin at her and almost cry when i see her holding a box of brownies. I close the door behind her and then we both dig into the brownies. We lay down on the bed, munching brownies and just chilling together.

   "So how are things between you and Andrian?" She asks and i groan.