MILAWhile Arthur was dealing with his own feelings, his father and Chloe, Mila was facing her own fears and demons.In fact, she didn't know what she was feeling or what she wanted. Before getting captured by Collins clan, i.e. men Arthur commanded, she wanted to run away. She was a part of Keats clan and they mostly treated her like a prisoner. No, they didn't 'mostly' treat her like a prisoner, she was their prisoner. She didn't even remember how many times she had tried to run away from them. But only they could bring her back. The alpha of the Keats clan was enchanted by her, but his mate, Hanna, was not. And it was Hanna who was incharge of keeping Mila prisoner. Mila was lying in her bed remembering the horrid days of her life back then. She was still scarely clothed and was feeling utterly confused. Her body hungered for Arthur. Her mind hungered for power. And her heart hungered for revenge on Chloe. Somehow she could see Hanna's image in Chloe and a part of Mila, that stupi
MILAGrace ran as fast as she could. It had been a while since she found this freedom and it was exhilarating. The gush of wind in her fur… the way the hard earth felt underneath her paws as she took one step after another, it was just another world.“And you keep me locked up in your head,” Grace spoke as she came to an halt at a cliff and howled at the rising moon.“Oh, I don’t mind letting you go. It is so blissful to not be worried about anything for a while,” Mila spoke softly as she rested. Mila had actually forgotten how Grace’s head was her sanctuary. A place where she was visible, but invisible. Where her powers didn’t work and she could just rest and be herself. It was only in Grace’s head that she could sleep in peace, without a fear of being watched, or someone accidentally stumbling on to her and, well, demanding her love and affection.“Your whining is kind of mood-killer,” Grace spoke as she continue to run aimlessly.“Sorry,” Mila mumbled and drifted off to a peaceful
MILAMany years ago… almost thirteen years ago…“Mommy, will we be safe here?” Mila asked. She had just moved to this new location with her mother and felt excited. The last place she was living with her mother was very bad. Her mother had to keep her hidden in a basement, and she sincerely hoped that this hut, where her mother was putting up their things, had no basement at all.“Yes, my love, we will be,” her mother spoke lovingly as she pulled up the hood of Mila’s cloak over head to hide her.“Do I need to hide here as well?” Mila asked, disgruntled.“We know what happens when someone sees you,” her mother sighed. “You know what happened last time.”“That bad man saw me…” Mila whispered. “And?” her mother insisted.“And you had to kill him!” Mila spoke, wide-eyed.“And killing is bad,” her mother stressed.“Killing is bad, but sometimes, we have to do it to protect the ones we love,” Mila chimed happily.“Yes, my dear. And I love you and there is not a thing I won’t do for you…”
MILAPresent Day “So how was the trip down that horrible memory lane?” Grace asked, annoyed.Mila didn’t blame her. No amount of trauma, no level of horrific scenes in life could trump seeing your mother murdered in front of you.Mila sighed as she stepped out and made way around. It was dawn now and with the first ray of Sun came another feeling. A feeling of him.“He found you,” Grace whooped with joy as Mila headed out. The hair on her body stood up as she felt his scent settle on her skin.She could tell he was directly heading towards her. His footsteps echoed in the silent halls, and before she knew it, he was standing in front of her, fully dressed in his armour and cloak, holding a bag.“How did you find me?” Mila asked, unable to take her eyes from his gorgeous face.“What are you doing here?” Arthur asked, worried. He dropped the bag on the floor and looked around. “Do you have any idea how many horrible scenarios ran through my mind when I realized you had gone?”“How did
ARTHUR & MILAIf Mila was depressed with the wave of nostalgia that had erupted within her, Arthur was dumbfounded.The enclosing was barely ten feet wide, which was completely cut out from outer world. There were tall walls around in a circular pattern and in the middle of it was a four-storied tower. The tower in itself was no more than five feet in diameter and its entrance was barricaded by iron wrought gates.“What?” Arthur couldn’t comprehend words. “You lived here?”Mila didn’t reply but just walked to the tower and opened it.“Wow, it looks even smaller now,” Mila chuckled dryly. Her eyes were wet with tears now. “I still remember when these walls were put up!”“What?” Arthur was so shocked that he couldn’t form sentences now. He looked around, it was worse than a hovel. His horses lived in better condition, and Mila lived here… He had so many questions but he didn’t know where to start.Mila entered the tower and Arthur followed quietly. A damp, rotten stench met their nostri
ARTHUR & MILA“This was my mother’s hut,” Mila informed as Arthur looked at the dilapidated hut with some confusion. “When we moved into this kingdom, my mother and I lived here…”And the confusion cleared up.Arthur smiled with her as they both stepped in the most bizarre hut. The small hut was in the worst state possible, but the small garden, which Arthur was sure no one was tending to, was blossoming.“You know I used to sleep during the day and play around during the night,” Mila smiled as she walked around. She could see her mother sitting by the door, watching over her when she used frolic around in the dark.“Really?” Arthur asked with deep amusement. He could not imagine a five-year-old Mila. “Yes, my mother kept me hidden always. And if any accident used to happen, we would change kingdoms. A butcher had seen me in the last kingdom, and my mother had to kill him. Once that was done, we had packed up and moved,” Mila informed casually.“Kill him?” Arthur was surprised.“Yes,
ARTHUR & MILAAs the day progressed, Mila and Arthur roamed around the deserted city.“How often do someone return to an abandoned city?” Mila asked Arthur as they sat near the entrance to the citadel. Arthur had amused himself a while ago and had ventured inside the soldier’s compound. He was stunned. There was nothing there.“They either took everything with them, or they never had anything,” Arthur spoke.“They didn’t have a lot… not a lot of soldiers, not a lot of weapons and not a lot of training. I remember a few generals complaining that Hanna placed too much faith in one person. One of them often asked Hanna to have fight worthy candidates in the troop so that in case her ‘secret weapon’ fails to deploy, they have back up,” Mila sighed.“Well, they paid heavily,” Arthur nodded.“I know, given the number of times I had run away from this place and how many enemies Hanna had made over the years due to her arrogance, she should have raised an army of demons,” Mila smiled.“Demons
ARTHUR “Are you kidding me?” Arthur was stunned. It was as if she had slapped him. “What do I need to do to earn your trust?” “Have I earned your trust?” Mila asked in an off-handed fashion. “Of course, I trust you with my life,” Arthur spoke wide-eyed. “Why do you trust me?” Mila asked simply as she walked from one chamber to another, selecting which one she should be sleeping in for the night. “Apart from the obvious,” Arthur started but she interrupted him, “What is obvious?” Mila asked. “That I…” Arthur started but stopped abruptly. “That I…?” Mila insisted. “I like you,” Arthur spoke. He wanted to say I love you, but he didn’t know if it would be the right thing to say just yet. “You like me?” Mila asked with raised eyebrows. “I do, yes,” Arthur nodded hastily. “Well, for someone who has been hated and imprisoned all her life, you have no idea how nice and warm it feels to hear someone say that he likes me…” Mila smiled joyously. “Especially when the feeling of liking