The Prince’s Bride

The prince’s view.

If it is to talk about attraction, Lucien will check that off his list when it comes to Dalia, yet, he knows it is more than attraction with Dalia.

"And why will his highness think I will be upset with someone like him?" Dalia questions Lucien, wanting to know exactly where Lucien stands, as to confirm to not having a one sided feeling to Lucien. Such feeling she has come to realize, it is more than a competition.

"And I believe my mother is gone for you to call me by my regard, if indeed it was her you were taking into account." Lucien asks. Truthfully, Dalia did take into account regarding using courtesies while with the Queen, as to the Queen, Dalia believes all she sees of her is someone who is just there to help her son, yet, with her latest actions, it does perplex Dalia.

"The Queen may not appreciate a commoner like me calling her son with no regard, don't you believe so?" Dalia speaks after Lucien, as with her words, Lucien's gaze harden.

"She of all persons know exactly that since the day you decided to be by my side, you are no longer a commoner in this palace. Also, she has no say in the matter, as this is between you and I." Dalia's gaze remains on Lucien's, hearing his heavy words that she feels may just be words, so far for her insecurities.

"And those may just be the Prince view." Dalia states vividly.

"Is that what you think?" Lucien takes a step closer to Dalia, towering her with his height and gaze with close proximity.

"Well if not, I will like to know why the prince missed a dinner he requested for." Dalia stating boldly, not letting Lucien's powering gaze control her words.

With Lucien's gaze on Dalia, he takes back the step which he has previously taken, while Dalia begins to miss his close proximity, but not without noticing his demeanor which changes to be vividly composed.

"I must have picked on a sensitive subject then," Dalia speaking again, as she can't help but feel anger in her. With just staring at him, she is reminded of the woman whom she saw him hugging earlier. "Yet, you can't blame me for I should have a reason to know, considering I am the one who is left disappointed." Dalia adds, as Lucien stares at her, with each word of his stuck in his throat of how he wants to explain to her, as when he does try to open his lips, Dalia cuts him off.

"At the same time, I should know not to get my hopes up, especially when it comes to the high and mighty prince," Dalia nods her head seeing Lucien's silence, realizing his silence only proves how much he has no valid excuse for his absence.

"And what if I do want you to get your hopes up? What if I do want that Dalia, for the both of us?" Lucien words take Dalia by perplexity.

"Then I would say, that may not be the smartest move, considering I am only here for your competition, which till date I am not turning my back against." Dalia makes her statement clear, as even if her words do come straight and true, it doesn't mean she regrets taking Lucien's offer, as ever since her arrival to his palace, nothing of discomfort has met her.

Lucien not uttering a word, but smile at the sharpness of Dalia's, to which he isn't surprised as it is what he knows of she having, even though she may not understand that he has an explainable reason for his absence, yet, that is something not to be discussed while they stand.

"Then let me make it up to you, for my absence and for my apologies." Lucien speaks, discarding all Dalia's words. Dalia's eyes softens at his words, as a smile do lay her lips, with one thing certain in her mind. Certainly, she has realized her attraction to Lucien, but it doesn't mean she looses herself due to a stunning, heart melting man, as one thing she would never accept is to be pitied or make actions based on pity.

"Lucien..." Dalia's words comes first, as with Lucien's name draping off her lips, she feels the intoxication in them, whilst, Lucien whom hears it, feels himself and Adon begin to stir  uncomfortably.

"I do not want you to feel you have done anything bad. Yes, I am pained by not having your presence, but like I said i do not want to get my hopes up..."

"For that, accept my request and let me replace that dinner." Lucien cuts Dalia off, as this time her lips stay shut staring at him with now pressed lips. Lucien on the the hand, is one whom has never been the one to ask anyone for dinner, as he is the one whom people request his presence, yet, here it seems this must make the second time he is asking for Dalia's presence.

"I am a man who keeps my promises Dalia, so spare me the chance to do so." Lucien adds, still with Dalia's silence.

"The competition begins in a weeks time and we're just at the beginning of my teachings." Dalia reminds him softly, as every cell In her wants to accepts Lucien's offer, yet she recalls to why she is here in the first place, and the lack of time which they do not have.

"Why don't you let me worry about that, Dalia Delvinkin." Lucien calls her name in his usually charming tone, as that gets a smile to Dalia's lips, scoffing out at how this man in front of her, hates to take no for an answer.

"Seems the Prince never takes no for an answer," Dalia teases Lucien with courtesy having a sly smile on her lips.

"Never in his life." Lucien answers proudly with a light chuckle, while Dalia nods her head gently, as with that, Lucien needs no more words from her before getting his response.

"I should go now, to have a change of clothing." Dalia tells Lucien, having still the night cloth which she slept in on her.

"Well, I do not see a problem with what it is you wear. In truth, I fancy it." Lucien says with a sly smirk on his lips, as Dalia's eyes go wide noticing his sentence and his location of where his gaze lands on her cleavage, which seems to be exposed.

Not only is Dalia taken by surprise with his words, but by his act of flirting with her.

"I will see you by dinner time, Lucien." Dalia states hurriedly, whilst Lucien chuckles lightly, not before giving her a slight nod, as Dalia takes that as her permission to leave.

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Lucien's gaze stares out the window into the darkness, which the bulbs reflect through, while his minds wander to the arising matters that fill his sight and ears recently.

Lucien's eyes go shut for a second, receiving the breezing air from the open window, listening to every sound that rotate around miles of radius, until his ears pick out a particular sound of footsteps, coming into the room.

His eyes go open, while his body moves away from his position, looking to where the footsteps come from, as a smile lay his lips seeing Dalia walk towards him, wearing a red crepe gown dangling around her body from her waist.

Lucien's gaze remains on her steadily, while he watches and studies her movements, memorizing her walking steps, as with each movements she takes, he takes it with her, till she reaches him. 

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting?" Are Dalia's first words to Lucien.

"Not at all. My gratitude for having your presence." Lucien speaks. "Shall we?" He gestures with a hand forward, while Dalia nods and they proceed to yet another feast which lays on the enormous dinning table.

Lucien being a gentleman, removes a seat out for Dalia, as when he believes she is seated adequately, he takes his next to her.

"I asked the maids to leave us be tonight," Lucien tells Dalia. "I hope that is fine by you?"

"Of course." Dalia smiles gracefully at him. "Let me serve our meals then," Dalia says, wanting to get up from her seat.

"No, sit please. I'm going to do that." Lucien, taking Dalia astonished speaks while getting up.

"No Lucien, I'm going to do that. It is fine." Dalia insist with her also getting up from her chair, while the two now face each other. "How would I let you do such?" Dalia adds knowing she will feel immense guilt if Lucien should do so, as it will be an insult to her.

"I asked you to be here Dalia, which means I take full responsibility, especially when I asked the maids not to be here." Lucien persists with utmost order. "This is not a request Dalia," Lucien adds, as with his last words Dalia is supposed to stay still and not reject an order from someone as Lucien, but, Dalia being Dalia, is one whom Lucien should know by now.

"And I apologies your highness, yet, it seems I'm going to have have to disobey." Dalia speaks, with Lucien's gaze widening at her words, especially while she has her lips pressed into a thin line of wanting to prove bravery to him, to which Lucien finds extremely adorable and attractive to him, as no one again, has ever proved to disobey his order.

No one.

Except Dalia.

Lucien hearing her words, scoff out in disbelieve and pride at how much stubbornness and bravery a woman such as Dalia holds extremely, as he leaves where his hands he and Dalia battle to pick plates, moving away from there, while he walks closer to Dalia until he is facing her directly, with a smirk on his lips. Whereas Dalia, only begins to gulp uncomfortably by moving backwards, until her body comes to a stop by the table, and she has nowhere to go from Lucien's preying steps.

Now having her cornered, Lucien smirks even harder, as his body comes close to Dalia's to the point he has his body pressing against hers, and his hands on each of her sides.

"If I'm to hear correctly, you have just disobeyed a direct order from your Prince, isn't that so?" Lucien's gaze hard and now darkening as Dalia begins to have her heart racing with fear that she may have indeed crossed her boundaries and overstepped the freeness Lucien has given her, while In truth Lucien is taken back and turned on, by the words of Dalia, that as his body presses more against her, so does he find himself loosing control gradually.

"And I believe there is punishment to that." Lucien adds when no words come from Dalia's mouth, and how can they? When she stands pressed against Lucien's hard body, that upon the fear, she can't help but feel her own body craving more of him, and her lips pronouncing a wince of craving, in which all these not unknown to Lucien.

"A punishment I get to decide." Lucien's words come again, and this time huskier than earlier, with his one hand moving to caress the skin on Dalia's cheek, as with the feeling of having his touch on hers, Dalia whimpers like a puppy, closing her eyes at the sweetness of the feeling, that she doesn't know when hot liquid moist her legs.

And at this very instant, it takes no less than a second for the scent of Dalia's arousal to fill Lucien's nose, as that depletes the control he has, with his orbs turning completely dark, and the animal in Lucien surfaces.

Without thinking twice, Lucien is having his hands gripping Dalia's thighs and raising her to sit on the table, after which spreading her thighs open, so he now stays in the middle, as with each touch sends Dalia crying and craving for more, with fear and arousal in her gut and body.

"Lucien..." Dalia's words come incomplete to her, as her brain cannot fathom a thought with the heat her body begins creating, and when she doesn't feel another touch from Lucien, she presses her body closer to him, as that is all to drive Lucien insane, along with his name that slips off her tongue like coated honey, before he has his hands around her waist tightly and his lips intertwining with her own hungrily.