My first p.o.p. fic. Hope you like it!
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Inner Battle
He infuriates me!
He calls me princess in such a way that it has become an insult. Somehow, he knows how to insult me, my city, and my gods all at once. He denies me simple pleasures such as water but stops us completely at the slightest hint of a sand storm to protect his precious horse! Am I not more important than an animal?
He provokes me to a fight over everything then teases me for 'being hard headed'. He tries to manipulate my emotions and somehow always succeeds. One moment I'm angry as a snake and the next he's right there, his sent invading my senses so intoxicatingly- but it's so aggravating!
He is so stubborn. He's as hard headed as his brother but better at getting his way. Every time he looks at me with those eyes I fight the urge to give him the world. It is absolutely maddening! But his eyes, they're blue pools of unending depth, I could look into them forever and surely never find- but that's completely off the point!
He makes me feel so insecure. I have had many a man tell me of my beauty, and I know it is truth. But around Dastan I feel, so... well I do not even know! I feel as if I am not good enough but completely fine all at once. He has completely twisted my emotions. I can hardly sleep without him appearing in my dreams.
He is so protective, as if I cannot care for myself! He won't even let me touch the dagger in fear that I'll take it to the temple. I would of course, it is my sacred duty; but Dastan won't let me lay a hand on it! He won't let me get near the temple to return the dagger. He provides alternative plans every time I try to.
He says I'm more important and... I like it when he says that. I know I shouldn't. As a Guardian I must keep my intents pure, but I lov-like that he would choose me. Me over the world. It is ridiculous that anyone would choose me, so insignificant. That alone is deteriorating my life's mission. How does he do it, change everything in my life just by being in it? How?
He makes me love him, and that is the most frustrating part of it all! I furiously tried to ignore how wonderful it feels when he brushes against me, but the sensation is undeniable. So tried not to look him directly in the eyes for they are so enthralling.
This inner battle is constant but I will not lose; I can't lose.
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