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~Kiva Someone screams, glass shatters and a thud loud enough to be attributed to the house fracturing rouses me. My body lurches upward, throat tightening as I look through the darkness. Sheets wind around my legs as I scramble across the mattress, toppling over the edge and to the floor. Another scream, except this time it's cut short, coming from downstairs. My blood turns ice cold, chills rattling through me. With my feet finally under me, I wander toward my door, resting my ear against it. “Andri…what’s going on out there?” I call out. My personal guard doesn't answer. The commotion from downstairs seems to be nearing, the sound travelling up to the second story. Whoever has broken in, is getting close. “Andri? Can I come out?” I'm begging.My fingers brush against the door handle, tempting me. Father would demand I stay in my room, wait for help, but I fear someone is coming to kill me, and if Andri is not posted at my door, there will be nothing between them and I. Thro

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His Desire /Midika

~Kiva I stare at the mahogany door, knowing what conversation is going to occur beyond it. "Fuck this," I mutter under my breath, knocking on the wood. “Come in, daughter.”My father waits beyond his desk as I enter the room. The deepening lines between his brows tell me all I need to know. “How many casualties?” I ask gently, not stopping until my hips bump against the desk. Father runs his hand down his face. “Too many. We are lucky we are alive.”I shift. That’s an understatement. I should be dead. This morning I woke, feeling like I’m now living on borrowed time. Were that man not my mate…“What made them back off?” “You tell me. You were at the mercy of one, and they spared you,” Father asks distractedly, sighing as he sifts the paper in front of him. Memories flash through my mind, vivid and dark. The way he had pinned me down against the bed like that, the raw power he was so willing to inflict upon me just to harm me. What kind of man is that?“I don’t know father. I

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~KivaStaring up at the ceiling, I smile.Now this is why I wake so early in the morning. It’s the perfect way to start the day.Stretching my legs out, my hand slides under the covers, tugging my sleep shorts down.My eyes flutter shut as my fingers rest between my legs, applying pressure exactly where I like it. The feeling jolts through me, excitement chasing it.I like to take my time in the morning, chasing my release.Delving deep into my mind, I play through all my usual fantasies. I never have one person in mind, however one figure materialises as I pursue my pleasure.That man…Tall, built like a killer, and ice cold. I met him just last night and he hates me already.Something about that intrigues me.As a Princess, I’m used to those pushing for my favour. This man couldn’t care less. I both hate and like that.Only moments after the thought of him clawed through my mind, euphoric pleasure hits me. It doesn’t last as long as I would like, though.I need to get myself laid one

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~Kiva"I've never met someone so unlikeable."I stretch my legs out in front of me, staring off over the mountain. The moonlight illuminates the snow, allowing us to see for miles out over the ranges.Thankfully my other guard is on duty, and at the exact hour expected, I found him slumped outside my room asleep.I will not be telling Ark about his tendency to do that."Once everything calms down, he'll be gone, I'm sure of it,” Louis, my only friend exclaims.I met him on a Royal visit to his village, where we bumped into each other, and he struck up a conversation without having any idea who I was.Now…well, our relationship has always been complicated.I draw my legs up, hugging them. "I hope so. I can't stand him.""Mercenaries are strange." He gazes off in the distance, as if recalling a memory. There is so much about him I don’t know, and I don’t bother asking.He’s made it clear he prefers it that way."They kill people and it doesn't bother them. It's beyond strange,” I mumble

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~Kiva Bracing my hands on my knees, I stare at the floor, trying not to throw up. "I've had enough,” I gasp out. I can feel sweat trailing down my forehead as I look up at Ark, who stares down at me with his arms folded over his chest. That menancing look…It makes training under his scrutiny far more difficult, knowing he’s judging my every move. "You've barely done anything."I collapse onto my stomach, pressing my cheek against the cold floor. I believe more than ever that he’s a killer. As I lay here, I’m barely clinging onto life, utterly ruined by him and his thorough training. If it could even be called that. "I've ran laps, I've lifted far too many weights, and I put up with you for over an hour. I'm done," I grumble. I tried to push back against his instructions to begin with, but he made it very clear that he wasn't going to allow that. I regret it now, getting the feeling most of this training is his retaliation to my attitude. "That was merely a warm up. Now, t

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~KivaI hobble into the dining room, exhausted from a day of training with Ark."Why is there another plate?" I ask, slumping into my seat.Father looks up from the book he’s studying. "We have a guest tonight, Kiva. He is freshening up."I blink. That’s what I get for showing up late to dinner.Although it’s not my fault. Ark is relentless at training."Please don't tell me it's another suiter,” I groan. The only time he doesn’t tell me to prepare for a guest is when he’s trying to set up an engagement.He knows I’ll berate him otherwise. "You just have to meet him. You know how I feel about this, that it's completely your choice,” he assures me.It’s my choice, as long as he’s a Prince and it’s on a specific timeline.I groan frantically, slumping back in my seat. "But it's expected of me to marry a Prince.""It's preferred,” father says carefully.Father’s problem is that he has expectations of me that he tries to hide behind transparent excuses. I have to marry a Prince. That’s

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~KivaCatching up to Caspian, I grab his hand and drag him down the hallway toward my room."I should be going soon, Princess,” he exclaims warily, not entirely comfortable being away from my father alone together."I assure you, the view from my room is priceless."Shouldering the door open, I skip onto the room, tugging him in with me. The thrill of what we are doing flutters through me, and not due to what I have planned…But because of who doesn’t want it to happen.Caspian lingers awkwardly in front of the window. "You can not see much, it's too dark."I roll my eyes. "The view is me, silly."His eyes widen as he turns back to look at me. Slowly his attention drifts down my body, coming to terms with what I’m insinuating."Y-you?"Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly tug my cardigan off. I hope I look seductive, but by the way Caspian swallows uncomfortable, he is still deciding whether he wants to go along with this or not."I wanted you the moment you walked in," I murmur, trying n

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~KivaI lean down, feeling the burning stretch in my hamstrings."You did well today."I don’t look up. Only Ark’s boots are in my view as he strides back and forth. His hands are probably tucked behind his back, posture perfectly straight.Ugh. I can’t stand him.“You were fierce, strong. Resilient."Oh Ark, you’ll see fierce if you push me one more time."I don't want to have to punish you again, Kiva,” he continues. His warning burns through me, reminding me of the deprivaty of last nights punishment."Whatever,” I mutter."I mean it."Gritting my teeth, I stare down at my wrists. The are worn red from being tied to the bed all night. I had attempted various creative measures to get out of my binds, but unfortunately, I didn't get out until Ark came in at sunrise with a knife."Do you punish everyone like that? By tying them to their bed after interrupting their night with someone who is meant to be their prospective husband?" I suddenly snap.Ark frowns down at me."Don't talk to

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~Kiva With gritted teeth, I stare at the raging river before me. "You can't be serious,” I growl. "You need to learn this,” Ark insists. This is my first outdoor training exercise. Ark in all his imposing state stands next to me, ready to thrust me into this raging river with a low chance of survival. I swear it’s just for his amusement. "It's freezing out here. Are you trying to kill me?" I motion to the ice underfoot. The water is all ice melt from the mountains, which means I’m more than reluctant to step into this river. "I gave you a week to heal. You should be perfectly capable of crossing this river." "I can do it. I just don't need to practice in the cold." Not that the ground is ever not frozen. Of all places father has to rule, I wish it wasn't over a cold, mountainous area. "If they come in to hurt you again, this is the path to get to the safe-house. It could be in the dead of night that you need to cross this, after heavy rains. You need to learn before

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~Kiva Glass shatters nearby, jolting me awake. It takes a long moment for me to fight my way out of the feeling that this is merely a nightmare, or a vicious flashback of the break in. And then it dawns on me, as I sit in my bed, that the nearing commotion is real. I’m in danger, and yet only one thing shrouds my mind. My mate. He’s here. Stumbling from bed, I make my way to the door, pounding on it. Last time, Andri was dead outside. What if the same fate has befallen Ark? "Ark? Are you out there?" I call out. My fingers tremble against the doorframe, hearing frantic movement from downstairs, drawing close again. Gritting my teeth, I tug at the door handle. It doesn’t budge. "Ark? Why am I locked in?" I ask frantically, wiggling the handle so vigorously I may break it. No response. From downstairs, I can hear the thud of someone being pushed up against a wall, or perhaps that’s a dead body falling to the floor. This is bad. Really bad. Backing away, I opt f

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