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Amara's pov There was an unfamiliar tune playing in my head at the moment. It was strange yet beautiful suiting the ephemeral moment and contrasting with the feelings flooding within me.What I felt was bliss, pure bliss which was near orgasmic and excitement enveloped my heart making me stare at the starry night with a sly satisfied grin as I felt Cyrus grow wearier atop me.His movements were now frail, almost unwilling as he struggled to keep up with mine. He wasn't as energetic as when we first started and his weak grunts filled my ears indicating signs of fatigue as he got spent out, collapsing against me with one last painful yet guttural sigh indicating relief.The tune playing in my head which was unknown was now familiar to me, I could give it a name, could justify why I felt it at the moment. It suited the joy I experienced, the liberation that came with the scandalous moment which was worth the hassle. I stretched my toes in anticipation, my smile wi
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Amara’s povIt's all over Amara, I whispered to myself despite my silent sobs that were drowned by the sound of the water, You fixed everything, nothing bad will happen. You and him will have your happily ever after.Despite my pep talk, I was mortified and filled with fear at the possibility of "what ifs". What if my plan hadn't worked out? What if I got caught? What if I am found out later on? What if I complicate things, tarnish Orian's name in the process and he hates me forever?I leaned my head against the wall as the water ran down my body washing away the blood and filth, My teary eyes followed the trail of red liquid going down the drain as the evidence of what I had done tonight was cleansed off me just like the very night I murdered Japheth and his second.I grabbed my sponge and the bottle of body wash, squirting a large amount of the scented liquid onto the sponge and then I made it foam, placed it on my skin, and began scrubbing away. As I scrubbed my skin red, I imagi
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Amara’s povI smiled coyly as Orian pulled me onto his lap despite the helps standing by the dinner table trying their best to ease into the situation and get accustomed to our public display of affection but that didn't bother him as he sat me he kissed along my jaw and buried his face in the crook of my neck sniffing lightly at my skin. His arm was wound around my waist while his other hand fondled my stomach softly igniting sparks against my skin and tiny thunderbolts in my belly.Mate is so sweet and he looks better this morning, Cora swooned over his affection toward us and I had to agree with her statement about his looks. He didn't look disturbed with the eye bags around his eyes. The news about Cyrus had come super early and despite Orian's Concerns, he looked somewhat relaxed and relieved like a huge burden had come off his chest I felt guilty knowing he would be stressed trying to find out the murderer while she was sitting in his lap and sharing the same roof as him."You
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Amara's pov"It's lovely," I picked up the mug, curling my fingers in the handle as I admired the obsidian ceramic model, "Thank you." A smile grazed my lips just as I ran a finger across the words printed on it, "It is lovely, I adore it.""Thank you, Your Highness." The artisan bowed slightly before me with a bashful simper on his face, "Would you need any other thing?""No," I shook my head placing the cup back in the box it was packaged in next to its twin, "This is all." I picked up the lid and placed it on the opening, "How much would that cost?""Ah." There was a nervous laughter that came from him and I watched as he scratched the back of his neck shifting on his feet, "I wouldn't be okay accepting money from the most beautiful Queen I had ever known, Consider it a gift your majesty.""Oh I-" I looked around the workshop before looking back at him trying to absorb his offer, "I insist, I would love to pay you.""No." The man sounded firmer this time, picking up the box and qui
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Amara’s povHe feigned hurt and at that point my phone tinged and I pulled it out knowing it was a text from Orian. I tapped on the screen to read and shielded the phone as I noticed Ares's inquisitive gaze following me, "Are you texting my brother?""Yes.""Let me see." He was excited as he attempted to come towards me but I pushed out my arm, placing my palm on his face and pushing him back, "I am your best friend, let me see!""You are not my best friend you fool!" I pushed him back and also succeeded in texting Orian and shoved the phone back in my pocket before Ares could reach for it."I am not your best friend nor mate and you stole my brother." He grumbled falling back against the grass with his hands tucked behind his head."Stole your brother?" I laughed laying on the grass too mimicking his stance."He has sent me dozens of texts today threatening to make my skin into a coat for the winter if you get hurt."I laughed at the statement and Ares pushed at my shoulder, "Let me
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Amara’s pov I woke up later on free of the pains but with something new bubbling within me, something similar to what I felt when I was with Orian this morning. It was uncontrollable as usual, a much more delicious sensation coursing through my insides making me roll in bed for a while with my thighs clutched together as I tried to get a hang of what was happening.It's worse, Cora moaned in pain, the pain of what we were feeling not being satisfied and it growing by the minute, I don't know how long I can hold on and it's becoming unbearable.At her words, I got struck in my lower body, a flicker of pain so tender yet so intense mixing with the almost carnal feeling and it was so maddening that I rolled off the bed falling to the ground with a groan.I could hear my puppy barking in the background as I clutched my legs tightly to my body rolling on the floor with my eyes shut tight and throat parched from thirst. I could feel my temperature rising again and I
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Orian's pov My gaze was fixated on him as his face contorted in pain, beads of sweat rolled down his skin and his eyes glassy as he fought hard to keep back the tears but that didn't stop me from lifting the near-blunt knife and bringing it down against his wrist like I had done multiple times severing his hand off enjoying the rise and fall of his chest as his blood splattered everywhere including my face and a sinister smile crept on my lips when a tear rolled from the corner of his eye and down his cheeks.That was my aim, to see him break, maiming him with the near blunt knife only made the process longer and more painful."Crying uncle?" I questioned bringing the dagger down one last time and a painful yell tore from his throat as his wrist slipped away against the blood pooling on the floor, "Now you won't have a dominant hand to fake notes anymore.""You little bitch!" He groaned with more tears falling down his face, brows scrunched and mouth open, "Orian!"
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Orian’s povWhen I got home, I was embraced with darkness and eerie silence that had a feeling of dread settling in me but I shook it off and closed the door quietly behind me as I told myself that she was asleep. I could perceive her scent which still lingered pronouncing her presence and I tried getting rid of the worrying feeling as I took off my shoes and coat.I switched on the lights and went straight to the kitchen to quench my thirst and as I moved the feeling that something was wrong came back again, the castle was too silent and I could feel her but I couldn't entirely feel her. I got the water and went straight to my office to my office to drop my things off before going up to check on her and when I got in there, a smile came across my lips seeing a present box and a box of chocolate next to it. I got my hands on it, excitement bubbling within me as I opened it knowing she had dropped it there for me and there were two mugs in the parcel, one had my name "Orian" written
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Orian's pov"Your majesty." A hand shook my shoulder with much force as the voice called out and I jerked raising my head to see Emery standing before me with a look of worry in her eyes, "Ah, I was worried when you weren't replying for a while...""Emery." I got up from the floor and brushed my hands on my pants, "Is Amara well? Is she alright?"She gave me a sad look and took in a deep sigh before taking the seat next to us. Her hands cradled her head as she looked like she was in deep thought, "You should never have brought her here, your majesty.""You think I do not know that ma?" I whispered sitting next to her expecting the worst with the emotions she relayed, "Please tell me my wife is well?"She turned her head looking at me with her eyes glossy with tears and I blinked keeping mine back bracing myself for what was to come, "It worked." As I heard those two words, relief that I had never known washed through me and I let out a great sigh Falling back agai
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Orian's pov There was an unwavering eerie feeling that settled within me the moment I entered Avalon, this hunch was something I could say emanated from the air of gloom settling above the kingdom ridding it of its light just as it had rid me of the glee I felt when I was on my way here.Something was wrong.I just knew it.And I had begun to imagine that the message Nexus had passed across about me returning home soon had very little thing to do with Amara and my family missing me and everything to do with a tragedy that I couldn't quite figure out what it could be. I didn't give much thought to it, I clutched onto my bag, and my other hand held another package that bore gifts for Amara.I couldn't go on a journey without picking up everything that I saw would fit her and as I walked my way towards the castle, I focused on the glee of my journey being successful and not on the in-depth feeling of dread settling in my belly. The journey had
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Amara's pov I remember everything.These words rang through my brain as I snapped my eyes open, willing myself to pull away from the terrifying nightmare that had me in its claws pining me away from reality.I lifted myself from the bed, sitting upright with my fingers holding at my throat as I tried to steady my breathing and I instantly noticed that I was alone.Orian wasn't beside me.I tried to call out his name but my voice felt hoarse and I was too weakened from the aftermath of the dream to muster the strength to call out for him knowing that he'd be around somewhere.I instinctively reached for the bottle of water by the bedside and grabbed at it, popping open the cover before turning it over and taking big terrifying gulps to soothe the thirst in my throat after that, I got to the strawberries, eating them greedily with my heart warming at how thoughtful Orian was to place them there for me and as I sat there eating, I remembered it all, my dream, my forgotten reality.
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Orian's povI had the loveliest of dreams.One in which Amara loved me and I let her love me.I didn't want to force my eyes open as I was enwrapped in the blissful reverie of the dream, the state in which I was presently was one of unattained bliss as the images of what had happened tainted my memories.I moved against the bed, my hand reaching out instinctively to draw the person next to me closer, and as bare skin met soft bare skin igniting a fire of remembrance against us, I noticed that I was naked, we were naked with what felt like a single blanket covering us up.I opened my eyes to look down so as I confirm what I felt and it was true.We were bare, entangled together within the sheets and the most beautiful and most noticeable contrast that I had ever seen came to play before my eyes. Amara's skin, so translucent and ever appealing was illuminated by the glow of the moonlight reminding me of why I had picked her nickname for her, lunny svet.moy malen'kiy
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Amara's pov Growing up, I had often wondered how my first kiss would be. My imagination ran wild at creating the perfect scenarios. Would it be when my partner and I were running in the rain and he would turn to sneak a quick one leaving me in pleasurable surprise or would it be at a park? Running in the fields gasping with exhaustion and he seals his lips to mine while laying me against the soft grass?All these scenarios filled my daydreams and even when I met Grump and confirmed we were soulmates, his face filled my dreams leaving me wondering what our first kiss would be like and when it would be.I have had many imaginations but nothing beats what was going on right now and nothing ever will. What transpired at the moment had fulfilled my fairy tale need for a perfect first kiss and it had me curling my toes with my eyes shut and my fingers gripping at the fabric of his coat when I wanted badly to slip them around his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kis
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Orian's povDear Diary, I am 30 today.30 years of my miserable existence.What's the essence of birthdays if my mother always cursed the day I was born and the people around me perceived me as insufferable?I feel as gloomy as ever, it isn't any different from the rest as I am reminded of all the tragic incidents that happened after my 5th birthday which started with losing snow and I still blame myself no matter how much Amara tells me that it was never my fault.I wonder what will happen today? What tragic thing fate has in store for me. Would I finally die or I would lose the woman that I hold close to my heart?I didn't tell her that it was my birthday today.She would get excited not knowing how much I hated birthdays and then she would get disappointed when she found out that this was the unluckiest day in my life and I feared that she might be affected.I might understand why my mother cursed the day I was born frequently, even if Amara has told me a lot that none of it that
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Amara's pov There was happiness before me because of the festival but only terror filled my heart as I rubbed my fingers against my chest trying to be rid of the terrible feeling lodged in me which was caused by the nightmares I had recently.Orian's PTSD had gotten worse these days, after finding him on the day he had sneaked off claiming he was alright. He had frequent nightmares and flashbacks that had him ending up in terrible states which resulted in him shying away from me most of the time.I felt like a failure in these moments, At first mating with him hadn't improved his scars or health which he badly wanted gone. The curse was still somewhat effective and my doing my best in trying to help him in matters related to trauma hadn't done much.I reached my hand up to my neck, my fingers clutching at the necklace I wore now which was a gift from Penelope, Akanther's widow and just then, she just then she looked in my direction smiling at me and waving for
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Orian's pov A groan passed my lips as I bent over a seat to rest on it. My hand instinctively went to my face cradling my dressed wound which had begun to ache immediately after I sat.We had started the preparations for the festival and my gaze went to where Amara stood with the rest of the team as she discussed with them with her hands tucked in her pockets and her loose ponytail falling down her back. I didn't have the chance to fix it properly after our raunchy explorations in the library moments ago and just then she looked behind her, her green eyes meeting mine and cheeks reddening, no doubt she had remembered exactly the scenes I was replaying in my head with her back pressed against the shelves and legs hooked around my waist while I drove into her warm heat.I swallowed shaking my head and willing the thoughts away before I got a hard-on in public which would lead to me stealing her away again despite the ache in my wound and the many things we had to
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Amara’s pov"How did you meet Akanther?""At a club." He replied threading his fingers in mine, "I used to go there to clean the shoes of the men, they paid pretty well and he was impressed by me the first time I cleaned his. He got me food and was perplexed when I ran home with it instead of eating it right there as he saw I looked famished. I had to share it with my sister and she told me about how we shouldn't trust him thinking he could be like our parents.""She cared about you Orian. I am glad you both had each other during those times.""I never saw Akanther again after that year but I met him a few times before he traveled back and the next time I saw him again was when I turned thirteen and Imelda was sick then. I talked to him and he mentioned taking me along with him back to his kingdom because he had taken a liking to me, it was an offer I gladly accepted on the condition that I bring Imelda along and he agreed. We were to leave that same night and I got home quickly to ge
