Alma Torran's Destinies Of The Heart

Dream

"Become my queen..." Solomon was looking deep into Sheba's eyes with a serious yet smiling face. Sheba couldn't help but melt on the spot.

Sheba tackled Solomon to the ground, hugging him really tight. She was so... So... So... No words could express how grateful and happy Sheba feels. Just those three words could quickly save Sheba from depravity. If that were possible.

She felt tears stream down her face. Tears of joy.

Solomon wasn't really sure on how Sheba would react. Her day was all about remembering all the unfortunate things that had happened to her because of Solomon. At least that's what he thinks

But, she had that warm and beautiful smile that could illuminate his dark life. Solomon may have been the hope and light for others but deep inside he was the one who needed the light, and here it is, the sun on his day and the moon and stars in his night.

And how could he ignore the cuteness and charm of this lady? The way she blushes and melt whenever she is flustered. The way she gets mad whenever he teases her. But, what's most admirable about Sheba was her courage, bravery, and determination. Despite everything that has happened to her, she was still able to look forward and move on in life. She was able to keep going and not lose hope. But more importantly, she forgave those people who had hurt her. Such strong personality.

"B-but..." Sheba started. "W-why? I mean... I always thought you were into some different type of girls..." Sheba felt embarrassed to ask such question to Solomon.

"Eh? Like what?"

"You know..." Sheba was now looking down. Avoiding Solomon's gaze. "S-someone like Arba..."

"What made you think that?"

"I dunno. Just maybe... You know... She's more attractive and strong and... And... Uhhhmmmm..."

Solomon rose his brow. 'What the heck is Sheba talking about'. All his life, he never thought of Arba like that. She was more like a mother for Solomon than a love interest. His father created Arba using a complicated magic formula for his mother. Before his mother died, she asked Arba to keep him safe and she had been there for him. To fill the void his mother had left since David wasn't a decent father.

Solomon looked at Sheba and he tucked her hair behind her hair. "You're my type". He said with a serious yet warm expression.

Sheba's eyes widened as she heard those very words. She turned her back to him and buried her face on her arms. She was curled up sitting on the ground. She kept murmuring something which at first, Solomon didn't understand.

Solomon was troubled since he thought something was wrong with Sheba. He listened carefully to what she was murmuring about.

"Ok ok... Sheba... Time to wake up... You're dreaming way too much passed reality... This isn't real... This... Is... Not... Real...". Sheba was debating with herself. With everything that's happening she couldn't determine if it was real or just a dream. It was too good to be true. And the real Solomon would never say those things to her. It was what convinced her that it's just a dream. She made this whole thing up.

Solomon chuckled. 'How cute' he thought. He pulled Sheba up and held her in her waist. Their faces were only inches away from each other. Solomon leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "Sheba, will you marry me?" Solomon asked.

Sheba was speechless. She was blushing and smiling widely. She closed her eyes and rested her head in Solomon's chest. "Solomon..." She started.

Suddenly, Sheba opened her eyes and activated her borg. "Borg Al-Samn!" She casted and attacked Solomon which he blocked it with his own borg. He was shocked at the sudden attack.