Powerful

My Princess threw her head back, her eyes closed tightly, her lips curved, and her mouth open as she laughed. The wind blew her hair back, and the moon shined down on her. It was ethereal and I was mesmerized. Adea was beautiful and I was under her spell. At this moment, carefree, happy, and mine. Right now, she was the most beautiful I’d ever seen her. The stars twinkled in the sky, and the moon smiled smugly down on us but I ignored it. Adea was mine, all mine.

Tonight was a night of victory. I’d punched her intended in the face and I fucking reveled in it. His holier than thou self had gotten what he deserved. He deserved more than my fist but there was no time for that. The sound that echoed in the hall when my fist collided with his face was absolute perfection. My blood was pumping and I felt higher than I’ve ever been. I felt powerful. I don’t know how long we’d been running. I don’t think I even knew where we were headed.

This wasn’t the time for thinking. We wouldn’t worry ab