Chapter 4: Beautiful Innocence (Randall)
I sit in my study as the day starts to fade away. It has been almost four days since I sent Carwyn and Theodore to find Casarea Titanicus and bring her to me. Every night since I have dreamt of what it will be like to hold her in my arms. How she will look at me with a mix of emotions: fear, hatred, and an underlying feeling of desire, how she will sound as she whispers my name in a passionate chant, how her smooth skin will feel to my hands. Perfection in every sense.
I look away from the window as I hear the door open. Carwyn enters, eyes locked on his feet. "Master…we have her," he whispers softly.
My eyes light up, "You found Casarea!?" I cross to him and grab his chin, forcing him to look me in the eyes.
"Yes sir," he replies softly.
I let go of him and smile, "Where is she?!"
"In a guest room, sleeping. We also brought you the styrigan armor and her sais, which we believe are the fabled weapon of the water warrior." Carwyn nods.
"Lead me to her," I order. Carwyn leads me to the hall where the guest rooms are. We enter one, opening the intricately carved door. The flicker of the lit candles in the room seems to make is seem more romantic. Then I see a figure laying on the canopy bed. I slowly cross to it and throw open the gossamer curtains. There, laying on the black silk sheet, is Casarea. My breath catches in my chest. She's even more gorgeous in person. Her golden hair is pooled around her face like a halo and her fair skin seems so delicate. Her body is covered by a blue slip and corset. A smile crosses my lips and I look at Carwyn. "Your lover must be looking for you. Run to him. Tonight there shall be a feast held in your honors. Later we shall discuss the goings on when you captured her."
"Yes m'lord," Carwyn nods, leaving. I turn my attention to Casarea. Slowly I climb onto the bed and cuddle close to her. How nice it feels to have the warmth of a woman so close. I run my fingers through her golden tresses. She whispers and frowns in her sleep. She scoots closer to me, sighing contentedly. She must be dreaming. I breath in rhythm with her, our hearts beating in tempo. It's like she belongs with me.
"Adymn…" Casarea whispers softly. I narrow my eyes and snarl. How dare she dream of another when she lays against me! I don't care if she knows I'm here or not. She is my woman!
"My name is Randall," I whisper in her ear. As soon as I do that she almost immediately opens her eyes. I turn her so that she's staring into my eyes. She lets out a blood curdling scream. She starts to fight against me and she gets out of my grasp. She presses her back to the wall and cowers.
"No…"
"No what?" I sneer at her, "No I'm not your beloved Adymn? Or no you don't want to be in my presence?"
"You…your men killed Evan…" she whimpers. Tears are coursing down her face and even with them she is gorgeous.
"That they did. And yes, we kidnapped you. They did it for me," I smirk, crouching in front of her.
"Why? Why me? I'm just a girl," she sobs, hiding her face in her hands.
I caress her face with the back of my hand, "For a warrior you are awfully pathetic. Where is your spirit? Your will?" My eyes are cold and I can see her feat. Then in almost a split second, it's gone. She throws a punch at me, which catches me off guard. I fall backwards and she runs, attempting to get to the door. It's unsuccessful. I fleetly move to catch her, tossing her onto the bed. She cries out in anger and attempts to kick me as I approach her. It catches me in the knee and I stumble backwards. She jumps off the bed, landing in a crouched position on her feet. I see her eyes dart to the window then to the door and then back to me. "This is good," I smirk, "your fighting me."
"I'd rather die a hero than live a coward," she snarls.
"Dear, I'm not going to kill you." I cackle.
"Then…what…" she bewilderedly says, standing.
"I want you to bear me a son. We could be a happy family. We could rule over all of Arodia together, you and I." I smile.
She narrows her eyes, "I would never
make love to you!" She spits in my face. That does it. I tackle her
to the floor, pinning her hands above her head. I grind my hips
against hers, reveling in the look on her face. As much as she wants
to, she can't fight me off. "Get off of me!"
I shake my
head as I rub my hands over her fair skin. "Your mine! You will
always be mine! No man in Arodia can have you other than me! And if
you will not be my wife, you will be my harlot!" I roughly pick her
up in my arms and sit on the bed, forcing her to sit on my lap and
straddle me. I place my hands against her lower back and bury my face
into her neck. My teeth tease the skin and I realize how wonderful
the taste of blood is in my mouth.
She screams in pain, "Please don't! I'm innocent!"
I remove my lips from her neck,
"Innocent?"
She sobs, "I've never…"
I let out a deep sigh and let her off of my lap. "How old are you?" I ask, though I still desire to be inside of her.
"17 summers," she gently replies.
"Your…your just a child…" I reply softly.
She lays on the bed and buries her face in the pillow on the bed, sobbing. She seems…vulnerable. Weak. "I just want to go home…"
I soothingly rub her back. In a matter of seconds I have gone from cold and desperate to soothing and…and something I have never felt before. I think it's called remorse. "You can't go home. I'm sorry but you can't."
She looks up at me, "I'm your harlot…you have to take me eventually…"
I pause. She's right. It's not that I have to. I want to. I desperately want to. "I shall make you a deal. In three nights you shall be mine. You have three days to prepare yourself for what is to come."
"And if I can't?"
I turn my
back as I go to leave, "That is no problem of mine. Just pray that
you can."
