Chapter 62: Lovers in the Borgian Castle







After the conversation I had with Aiden, I went back to the castle to find Threy. Unfortunately, he was in a closed door meeting with the captains, elders, and Lord Boris and I knew that the meeting would take most of the day when they requested for their food to be served inside the conference room. I spent the lunch time with Aiden, Erasmus, and Roger. It was really a good thing that Aiden found friends in the Obsidian pirates. They made it easier for him to recuperate from his loss.



I decided to have a tea in one of the balconies when I got bored of waiting. Unfortunately, someone was already there and before I was able to retreat, the person had already noticed me.



"So I heard the little cat tried to kill you. Funny how one could be so protective of you and then the next day would decide to eliminate you."



I had expected to receive mockery from Janeia but I didn't presume that she would attack Dorothy instead of me. I wasn't the kind of a woman who would easily succumb to her anger, but this one was getting too low that it made me want to kick her down to the ground. But then, that would be unladylike. Therefore, keeping my calm composure, I walked towards her on the table and sat there like we were just old friends having tea in the afternoon.



"Do you know what's funnier than that? It's the fact that she could easily shoot you in the forehead that night but I stopped her. Imagine being targeted by an assassin the first time she saw you. At least in my case, someone had ordered her to do it. But, you? I don't know. She didn't even know you that well. You must be really rotting inside that she could smell it and made her want to eradicate you."



The hatred in her eyes was evident as she put her cup of tea on the table. I knew I should be prepared if ever she tried to harm me again with it. In any case, it was my turn to ruin her day.



"Do I have to remind you that you have a poisonous blood that killed lots of people in the past? Now tell me who's really a rotting bitch between us," she countered.



I laughed humourlessly. It was pretty obvious that she almost had nothing to throw against me that she would attack my past – the past in which I couldn't do anything about. But I had long accustomed myself to her accusations that it didn't affect me that much anymore if it was coming from her. I had given her my thoughts about that and apologized for what happened between our bloodlines.



"I wasn't born yet by that time, Janeia. And if you really know me, I would have done something to prevent it. But it was a history I did not exist and a past I could not change – that even you could not change. There are only two things we have control of at the moment: the present and our emotions. And how we're holding them depends on our own hands. Are you holding yourself well, Janeia? How long are you going to play the victim card?"



The mockery that laced my words seemed to anger her even more. I could say that she was on the verge of losing her poise. "Are you denying the crimes of your blood?"



"I don't," I immediately replied. "What I'm saying is that I'll do everything I can to make things right. And that whatever happens, I'll stay on Threy's side."



Like a thin thread that was pulled forcefully from each side, she snapped. She glared at me and smashed her fist on the table causing for the cup and pot to rattle. "He crossed the ocean for me –"



"No. He crossed the ocean for his people," I pointed out. She seemed to be caught off-guard by what I had just said and so I continued, "He cares for you because of your Borgian blood. And at that time, he thought that by having you with him, he could awaken the kingdom and save his people. But now, his vision becomes clearer and his understanding has gotten broader. And in this new world he's going to build, you still have a place, Janeia. You can still help him with his goal."



Her expression was a mix of confusion and anger as she thought about what I had just said. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.



"A lot has changed. There's a lot more to change," I answered nonchalantly.



I knew by then that I had won this battle against her. I had already stood when understanding finally crossed her face and she grabbed my arm to stop me. Ofcourse, her last resort was to hurt me.



"You poisoned his mind with your dirty blood!" she accused.



She was about to hit me with her hand when a clearing of throat halted her attack. We turned to look at Cecilia who was casually leaning by the entrance of the balcony. She was looking at us sternly like a governess catching her students cheating in an examination. She had this authority in her that made Janeia release my arm and drop her hand.



"May I speak with you, Lady Primrose?" she asked.



I nodded and threw a cynical look at Janeia. I walked past Cecilia to the hallways. She followed me silently leaving a furious Janeia behind. My heart was still racing from the argument we had and I would really prefer to have a quiet tea time in the King's chamber's balcony instead.



"I know you took your time watching us. Did you enjoy the show?" I asked.



I heard her sighed deeply behind me. "I was actually wondering when the two of you are going to pull at each other's hair."



I smirked and looked back at her through my shoulder. Gone was the strict expression she wore and was replaced by a grin. "Brawling is not my forte. Besides, there's nothing more satisfying than beating your enemy without lifting a hand."



"You're a cunning woman, Lady Primrose. Beautiful and cunning: definitely a dangerous combination. You can put any man on their knees with that," she commented.



I giggled quietly. "Do you think I can use those to seduce your king tonight, Cecilia?"



She seemed surprised with my question at first. But after a moment, she cleared her throat and said, "It will be treachery if I answer your questions. But yes, my lady. You'll definitely succeed with your plans of seduction tonight."



I stopped on my track and faced her. I had already forgiven her about what happened in the Pirate City. I understood that she had acted based on what was planned and the lives lost that day were the result of a battle that was bound to happen whether we agree on it or not.



"This will be the only chance that I'm going to let you betray the Skull. I'm not going to let it go if you have any plans of betraying him again in the future and in different circumstances," I warned.



She looked me straight in the eyes and held my shoulder tenderly. "I am an enemy to those who suppress people and their rights. And you're not one of them, Lady Primrose. You can trust me."



I wouldn't claim about being good at reading people's personalities but at that time, I could feel her sincerity. Thus, I believed in her. I believed in her loyalty.



Upon learning my plan to seduce the Borgian king, Cecilia brought a couple sets of clothes that were quite revealing – they were the kind of undergarments that left almost nothing to hide. I stared at the black and red ensembles incredulously. She said that these would be my weapons in executing my dangerous missions. However, as I lingered longer in the bath that was connected to the king's chamber, I started having doubts about my plan for the night because honestly, I didn't really think about it thoroughly.



It was already night time and I didn't see him through dinner. The closed door meeting was already finished and Lord Boris, who led the conference, told me that Threy wasn't with them. Apparently, he wasn't in the Borgian castle the whole day. Where could he have been? Did he meet with Lord Chester in the Lake of Dreams? But it was only the second day after he received the letter. What could be more important than being with me while I mourn Dorothy's death?



I slapped a hand on my forehead for having such thoughts. It wasn't the right time to be selfish. And what's really more important than my plan and a destructive thought was his safety. Did he get hurt? Did he need my help?



I got up from the rose-scented bath tub and put on a silk, white robe. Disregarding all the lingeries Cecilia brought for me, I went straight the balcony adjoining the king's chamber and looked up at the night sky. It wasn't cloudy compared to the night that had passed. It seemed that the moon was now willing to show itself, smiling, bragging that it had easily avoided being a witness to someone's death. I wanted to blame it. I wanted to call it selfish for not guiding someone's path during the dark days. But the moon has its beauty that was powerful enough to capture even the saddest heart. I stared at it, feeling enchanted by how it was showering me with its silver light.



And that was when I heard him sighing from the entrance of the balcony. I turned my head to look at him. He surely moved like a ghost, I didn't even hear him enter the king's chamber. But what really intrigued me was the glint in his silvery gray eyes. Those orbs seemed to capture the moon in just one look, caging it behind his eyelids. I was mesmerized; I didn't even notice that he had taken a few steps closer to where I was.



"If only you can see what my eyes are seeing at the moment, you would probably fall in love with yourself," he said while maintaining a cautious distance between us. "You're like a faery from the mythical forest, deciding that my balcony is the most suitable place to take the power of the moonlight. Or you can be an immortal witch, showered in beauty and youthfulness, making a ritual to claw out a man's heart."



I giggled softly, feeling my cheeks burned at his elaborated compliment. "And here I thought you are a moon thief," I teased back.



I thought he would walk towards me. For who wouldn't want to have a powerful fae or an immortal witch as a company under the moonlight? But he didn't. He just stayed where he is and maintained the gap between us. Maybe I thought it all wrong and instead, I was an evil fae and a wicked witch in his moon-stealing eyes.



"Are you scared of me?" I asked.



"Yes! I mean, no!" He frowned and avoided the intensity of my probing eyes. He looked rugged; an imposing man with a wind-blown, messy hair and intense silver eyes. He was a powerful man that would win any war at hand. He was indeed a force to be reckoned in the battlefield. But right at the moment, this man was uncomfortable under my stares with a red tint on his sharp cheeks. I almost believed that the moon had granted me its power to incapacitate such a wild beast. "Why would I be scared of you? I'm the Skull of the pirate seas, a powerful lord in the West Land, and the King of the Borgian Kingdom. And more importantly, why are you only dressed in robe in this cold night in the balcony? Don't get me wrong. You're so beautiful and if it's possible, I would stare at you for the whole night. But you might get cold and I don't really want to risk that."



I smirked at the way he was being defensive against me. That would be the second time I would be defeating someone without lifting a hand that day. "Well, I'm starting to feel cold now. If you will just come near me–"



I wasn't able to complete my sentence for he was suddenly striding towards me and without saying a word he lifted me in his sturdy arms and brought me back to the safety of the king's chamber, away from the dangerous spell cast by the moon.



He put me down gently by the foot of the bed and stepped back. "Get dressed," he commanded.



I was starting to get confused and annoyed. "But you said I'm beautiful," I whined and pouted my lips.



His jaw clenched and his fists tightened on his side. "You are! You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered.



"Then what's the problem?"



"The problem is that if I'm going to take one single step towards you, wherein you're only a few steps from my bed, it will be because I have a purpose and I don't think I'd be able to stop. And if I'm going to touch your skin right now, I'm afraid I'm going to devour you like a hungry wolf that finally captures the prey it's been hunting for nights."



He probably had no idea how his words could be so powerful that it felt like it was raining droplets of boiling water in the room. I felt my cheeks getting warmer and my body hotter despite of the coldness of the night. Unleashing the courage I had, I gazed at him while pulling the ribbon of the silk robe I was wearing.



"Make love to me," I whispered.



He seemed to be surprised by what he had heard that it left his mouth gape open for a few seconds. It was like the thing he had been dreaming for a long time was now being offered to him. He straightened when he finally get a hold of himself and said, "I don't think you understand what I'm capable of if you let me do the things I've been dreaming to do to you. It will never be just for tonight, Primrose. I am not a fucking one-night stand."



His words were laced with dark threats and I couldn't understand why my body was reacting towards it like he just promised me rainbow and chocolates. Maybe, being bathed by the moonlight had given me strength and power and that was probably the reason why I was looking at him boldly and bravely in the eyes.



"Make love to me," I demanded again. "I want you to make love to me in the king's chamber, in the Borgian castle, and in every land and fortresses we will go to in the future together."



And that was enough invitation for him because before I realized what was about to happen, the most dangerous man in the sea and land was rushing towards me. He looked at me in the eyes like a wolf that would ravage its prey, and grabbed my neck, smashing his lips against mine.



His kiss was never like the kisses he had given me before. It was full of hunger; of lust; of heated passion that built up for years waiting for a great escape. His tongue was like a barging thief in my mouth, searching for all the words I could have said but couldn't at that time, where all he could find were the soft moans that traveled to his ears and intensified the pounding of our hearts. I let out a gasp when his lips left mine and made its way down to my neck where he marked me on where he could feel my heartbeat.



And my heart was where his kisses finally brought him. His lips stayed on the top of it with his hands; feeling, caressing, sucking all the love I had for him. The songs we were singing through our moans were getting louder, an apparently vulgar sound against a quiet, cold night. Anyone who would hear such sinful music will surely be scandalized.



But at that moment, we didn't care about our surrounding: who we are, where we are, and what we are. There were only us, two passionate rebels of the night protesting against the invisible sun that would break our bodies apart when it shows up. And with the fire we were fueling, I was sure by then that we could stop the next day from catching up to the last remnants of that day.



Our clothes were scattered on the floor; tangled like our bodies on the bed, leaving no space between us. We were like paper ships sailing on a raging river, losing our control, powerless against the current. Before I knew it, he was already positioning himself between my legs and a little bit in panic, I gulped when I saw the sinful monster I had to conquer.



"Stop me now, Primrose." His voice was a hoarse whisper and his rigid expression showed that he was in a torturous pain.



But I had already made up my mind and I was in no business of stopping. It was undoubtedly his last thread of control and I gave him the sharpest knife.



"Take me," I whispered. "Take all of me. I don't think I'll be able to contain all this love I have for you if you're not going to take me. So please, Threy, the Skull, Borgian king, take me and give me all you have."



His expression changed as he let go, the monster of emotion he was trying to restrain took over him. I was shocked and scared of the intensity, but at the same time I knew I was brave enough to take everything he would give me. And so, I smiled at him reassuringly and urged him to do it.



And he did it. He growled like a monster he was when he entered me and I let out a cry of pain in response. I felt like I was being torn up, ripped apart, filled and being molded into a new shape. He showered me with hot kisses and leaft marks on my neck as he made his home inside of me. And when he finally moved, he showed me different kinds of heaven where I could scream all of my desires. While I was going higher, he was exploring deeper, discovering a part of me I never knew existed. And we danced together to the rhythm only us could hear until we reached our limit, the peak and the deepest, both ending up with us being together – like two planets colliding with each other, and we burst into a million stars creating a new universe.



A tear has stricken down my face as we gaze into each other's eyes, a promise that he will never be forgotten for the rest of my life.



"I am deeply in love with you, Primrose. And I am willing to give up everything, even my own life, just so I can protect you, my beautiful sun," he whispered to my ears, sending a comfortable warmth to my heart. I could count on my fingers the number of times he admitted how he feels about me and I would surely treasure those moments while I'm still alive. However, this one was definitely my favourite.



I smiled and caressed his cheek with my fingertips. I was getting tired and sleepy because apparently, what we did had consumed most of my energy.



"Careful, this beautiful little sun can burn you," I teased. My fingers traced the outline of his lips. My eyelids were getting heavy and I could feel myself closing my eyes. "I love you, Threy Weston, The Skull, and the Borgian King. Whoever you are, wherever you are, and whatever you are, this sun of the East will always be here for you giving you the warmth and hope you need. And I will do everything in my power just so my light would not burn out and guide you in your chosen path."



At that time, I knew that it was my brave heart talking; fearing nothing and showing itself to the man it only loved. And that man held it tightly and protectively. It happily crawled back to my chest as Threy's arms encaged my naked body in his embrace. I felt him kissed my forehead as I fell into a deep slumber.



I had a good dream that night. However, that dream was completely forgotten when I woke up at dawn, naked and wrapped in a warm comforter, alone in the bed. I looked around me and realized that the king's chamber was empty except from me and the slightly opened drawer of the side table. I almost thought that what happened was just a dream, a fruit of my own imagination. But I could feel the soreness in the most sensitive part of my body; a clear evidence to the night that will never be forgotten.



I sat on the bed and reached for the drawer, curious at the possible contents of it. I pulled it open and immediately paled when I saw the object that was hidden in it. With trembling fingers, I picked up the letter sent by Lord Chester and read it:



The Lake of Dreams. Dawn of the third day after receiving this. Brothers of the West.

Lord Chester Weston



I gripped it tightly as I realized that it was the third day since Dorothy and Aiden arrived in the castle.