The Prince’s Bride

Butterflies.

Lucien zeek,

A man whom is feared just by the mention of his name alone and also loved by the same reason.

His patience which hardly gets tempered, is seen to be at this instant, as anyone who stands in his way, clears path for him with the raging gaze present in his eyes.

As he approaches Princess Jelevene, so does the horror in her eyes increases, until Lucien eventually reaches her. “I will not tolerate any form of disrespect to my second, princess Jelevene.” Lucien with fury in his eyes speaks, as Dalia who stands close to Jelevene earlier, has taken some steps back, as Lucien seems to be in the middle of the two.

“She began it your highness...she...she spoke of you with utter disrespect...” 

“I know exactly what she has said Princess Jelevene, as I heard it all.” Lucien cuts off the stuttering Princess as she only stares in perplexity at how much, he must be willing to take side with nothing but a commoner, especially when it comes to a royalty like her. In truth, Lucien’s words do come correct, as the moment he viewed Jelevene walking directly to Dalia, so did he use his hearing to pay close attention to their conversation even if while with the two prince he discussed with, and it seems his hunch has eventually been proved correctly for a situation like this

“Whatever she has said has been with nothing but my permission granted to her, so I repeat myself again, princes Jelevene, I will not tolerate such if there comes to be a next time.” Lucien repeats as his words and that of Jelevene can be heard by anyone in the room, along with them having their gaze on the event.  

“Any disrespect to her, is a disrespect to me, because competition or not, she has indeed become royalty with me.” Lucien’s words come, which sends gazes to go wide and perplexity to rise, as each one hears what he says, but contemplates on what exactly he means by his words, and so does Dalia.

‘Could it be that the prince is saying, if indeed he doesn’t win the competition, the commoner would still be his bride?” Such questions wonder the room, as whispers begin to elope once again and a rumor to tell their families when they get home.

And Jelevene being no exception, concluding her theory that the prince is indeed bewitched by Dalia’s spells. “My apologies my prince, such won’t repeat itself.” Now, Jelevene’s words comes, as with her deceitful words come her pained gaze, that even if the prince is to bring down hell on her, she would never back down to a mere commoner like Dalia, and vows to expose nothing but the evil that she is.

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Dalia watches silently, with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the chattery room, as every Royal seem to blend with one another, talking, laughing and being jovial with one another. 

That is the males. Whereas the females, all seem to have their shoulders up not talking to one another and even if they did, they are either friends or just passing courtesies. 

As Dalia stands, she can’t help but imagine what it is that goes on with females and their act of wanting to show superiority to the other. Not only in the Royal world has she seen this, but also where she is from, as everyone wants to prove just who they are, taking her memories to recall back to the situation which occurred an hour ago.

To say her freight didn’t scare her herself, upon seeing Lucien in such fury that she never envisaged of, as he strode towards the Princess, she thought her heart was going to fall out of her chest, thinking the prince may also come at her with a warning, considering she wasn’t exactly innocent in the matter.

But what was she to do?

Keep shut, while the princess speak horrible and untrue words about her? That, her smart mouth would never allow it.

And if Lucien hadn’t been there, would the princess actually have hit her? 

All these questions rampaging Dalia’s head, as her gaze moves to Lucien seeing him exchange pleasantries and engage in conversations with the elders, making her question so many things, as once princess Jelevene reported her apology to which, she doesn’t believe, Lucien pulled her away from there, as when they did reach a different table to where the princess stayed, Lucien didn’t utter a single word to her, but had his gaze staring intently into her orbs, that she felt her knees weakening. 

The hand which he had in hers and the gaze he had boring into her soul sent butterflies erupting in her stomach that even if he didn’t say a word, it did feels as though she understood every of his words, appealing to her, and when his gaze went off, so did his presence till this very moment which her gaze lands on him.

Dalia’s gaze moves away from Lucien, having another take her attention, seeing the table and chairs disappear into thin air. Dalia stares perplexed seeing everything going away to the wind, and no one actually sitting on the chairs, as if they do know what is about to happen.

“The dance is about to commence that’s why.” At the words from someone behind her, Dalia turns to see a tall striking man, as her gaze wander his features. 

His skin white just like most Royals here, his eyes hazel in color, his cheekbones defined and sculpted and his hair styled almost perfectly. His appearance sweeping her off her feet, but when her minds reverts back to a certain prince, Dalia finds herself not able to compare anyone to Lucien’s handsomeness and elegance. 

“What...?” Dalia finally speaking, asks perplexed as of what his words mean.

“You were wondering why the chairs and tables are disappearing. Am I right?” The man in front of her speaks, definitely of royalty as everyone in the room is, except her.

“Yes...but...how? Oh... you’re Fea, aren’t you?” Dalia perplexed at first instant, but begin to put two and two together when she finally realizes what creature stands before her.

“I’m prince Jillian, pleasure to meet you Dalia.”   The Royal extend a hand to her, while Dalia’s perplexity rises.

“You know my name?” Dalia speaks as question, but taking in prince jullian’s hand in hers.

“Well the infamous Dalia Delvinkin, I’m certain everyone does at the moment.” Prince Jillian says with a smile crossing his lips.

“Seems the heavens can’t take their gaze off me.” Dalia jokes, as a light chuckle erupt her lips along with Jillian.

“Well, it seems not just the heavens.” Prince Jillian makes his statement as that gets Dalia to fall out of her chuckle.

“Um...so you say, the dance is about to start, as of why the chairs have vanished?” Dalia changes the subject, after hearing Prince Jillian’s words.

“Yes, to create space for the dance.” Jullian answers. “The furnitures was indeed made by magic, so it was something of, yet, I will say temporary.” Jullian adds.

“If I was indeed still sitting in the chairs, perhaps I would have been by the ground by now. How rude, they didn’t even give an information.” Dalia rants, as her expression seems to go with her words, while Jullian stares at her with a smile that turns into a chuckle, reacting at how adorable she presents.

“What...did I say something wrong?” Dalia asks perplexed, seeing the prince still chuckling.

“Now I know what it is that got Lucien.” Prince Jullian makes another statement, that sends Dalia perplexed, but this time she refuses to ask questions. “You are indeed something intriguing.” Jullian adds with a smile cowering his lips.

“Well...I will take that as a compliment.”Dalia says proudly, liking Jullian’s last words.

“”You should. I should get going, it seems your second is on his way here to take you for the dance, I presume. And mine would be waiting.”  Jullian says, taking Dalia’s brows to scrunch, as she turns backwards seeing Lucien approaching them, before turning back to face Jullian.

“That would mean, you are also in the competition?” Dalia recalls his statement.

“Yes Dalia, I would be representing the Fea clan, and with that I do hope to see more of you.” With Jullian’s words, Dalia doesn’t know if she should take it as a compliment or otherwise, but with Jullian’s next words, she chooses the first.

“I mean well Dalia, not everyone is indeed like Jelevene.” Jullian once again taking Dalia by surprise by reading her thoughts, assures her

“Do you really have to go into my head?” Dalia can’t help but chuckle at the situation, taking Jullian with her.

“I try not to, but your thoughts seems very loud and funny too.” Jullian adds, as the both enjoy each other’s presence.

“Dalia,” At the mention of her name by the person who stand in close proximity to her, Dalia begins to feel the normal way she feels when with him, as her legs begin to go weak with something growing in her abdomen.

Lucien.

Her body instantly turning to meet Lucien’s, as their bodies share mutual contact of excitement, with Lucien’s hands traveling to drop gently on Dalia’s waist.

“I presume this is my Cue.” Dalia’s attention travels away from Lucien, back to the other prince standing in front of her, as he shares her a smirk of wonderful knowledge, knowing exactly what it is presently going on in her head. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Dalia Delvinkin.” Jullian picks his words adequately, as Dalia smiles in knowledge of what he knows.

“Lucien, she is indeed something.” Jullian sends words to Lucien, with a nod of respect to him.

“That I know Jullian.” Lucien answers vice versa.

“A pleasure meeting you too, prince Jullian.” Dalia says, as with that Jullian takes his leave.

“Shall we?” Lucien’s gaze lowers to meet that of Dalia’s, as a smile lays his lips, while Dalia nods respectively.

The room now with space, as princes and their seconds, walk into the spotlight, showcasing each and every couple there is, while the elders and guest, sit above them wanting to watch the beautify dance that lay ahead.

The music swifts to one of a slow instrumental, filled with emotions in just the strings that play at the chords. The scene beautiful to Dalia, as she watches the others with a smile on her lips, before they actually begin the proper dance.

The Queen had informed Dalia earlier, there would be two types of dance. One, which will be slow and serene, while the other to be erotic and fast, rather, ‘Fun’ as the Queen would put it. But as of now, it is time for the first dance.

Lucien’s hands move to Dalia’s as they proceed the spotlight, right before his one hand move to her back and the other, to her waist. Dalia feeling immense electricity surging through her, just by the feeling of Lucien’s touch, as the other feeling that keeps creeping below her abdomen worsens this time around, making her realize just what it it is.

Her arousal to Lucien.

Dalia gulps heavily, finally making sense of what it is she feels whenever Lucien is around, as she tries her very best to control it, with her hands going to warp around his shoulders, yet, she fails to do just that, or may have forgotten just what Lucien is, as Lucien groans stiffly smelling her arousal in close proximity.

Lucien gaze going hard, as it isn’t just Dalia that seems to find it hard  to control this feeling of arousal, as Lucien also begins to battle the same.

“Are you alright?” Dalia beginning to notice the stiffness in Lucien, as the begin their dance.

“I’m fine.” Lucien answers plainly, whereas Dalia takes his answer cold.

“I presume you are angry at my earlier conversation with princess Jelevene.” Dalia says, feeling that should be the only reason why Lucien would answer her coldly, as he didn’t before they came here.

“No I’m not.” Lucien answers more coldly, as to Dalia it may be easier for her, but as long as her arousal grows, so does her the scent fill his nose higher, that it drives him to the edge.

“Yes your highness, I believe you are.” Dalia pesters, as what she hates most is to be lied to when it is she may actually have done wrong, which to Lucien, she believes she may have disgraced him, when in fact, he brought her to be his second and not his fighter. “I apologize for I believe I may have gone above my boundaries. It was hard to not respond to her words, especially when It came to...”

“Closing my eyes, all I recall is the fierceness in your eyes while you stood up defending yourself without my help, and I would be the biggest liar, if I say I was and still am proud of you.” Dalia forces words out of Lucien, as he can’t help but explain to her that her thoughts are not what keeps him stiff.

“Then why do I still feel you stiff with me?” Dalia’s gaze staring into his green orbs, asking him a question of great response, whereas to Lucien he realizes if she doesn’t get her answer, she may never let it go.

Lucien knowing what’s to come once he speaks of what he smells and sees, as he envisages it in his memory, making a smirk cower his lips lustfully, thus taking his green eyes to burn into Dalia’s. 

“Because Dalia, I can smell your arousal with me, and it is driving me crazy.”