Forever Forbidden – Chapter 5

The pirates soon left from their overnight stay in the town and 6 months had passed since Élysée had last seen Killian, but she hadn't forgotten about him, she wouldn't let herself forget. After they had left she resumed her normal lifestyle, how it was before they came, she would get up, get herself dressed and spend the rest of the day studying the biology of plants, she saw it crucial as a healer to have a good solid knowledge of plants. Her lady-in-waiting, Isabelle eventually grew tired of her monotonous routine and begged her to leave the house, however she was reluctant to do so. Élysée spent many nights in her study either studying or painting whatever came to mind, her greatest masterpiece was of course a portrait of Killian, an image she had captured in her mind the first moment she saw him and the completed painting hadn't been moved from its easel since it had been completed and she kept it hidden from other people's eyesight using a large red, velvet like material to cover it.

On a peaceful summer evening, Isabelle's patience finally ran out and she snapped, slamming her hands on the table she confiscated Élysée's book from her so she would listen. "You never leave the house!" She exclaimed "And it's not healthy, so we're going out tonight, whether you like it or not!"

Élysée looked at her and stood up almost immediately after she had spoken. "Alright" She agreed "Fine I'll go out, but any sign of trouble and we are coming straight home" Élysée warned her.

Isabelle smiled mischievously "I'll be on my best behaviour" it was true that Isabelle treated Élysée more like a friend than a respected employer, Élysée only put up with her cheek and tone as Isabelle had been her childhood friend and she was one of the many people she was close too. Isabelle eventually convinced her to go with her to the tavern The Fisherman's Nook, she was reluctant at first however she eventually agreed it would be useful for her to socialize with her towns-people, ever since she returned she hadn't spoken to them as much as she did when she was a child, and the towns people had grown fond of her when she was in her younger years. Now at the tender age of 19 she spent most of her time by herself and it was the first time she had been outside in years.

Once they had reached the docks the air was filled with the noise of the sailors, Élysée came to a sudden halt and her mouth became agape when she saw the ship that was anchored at their docks. "I know that ship..." She thought aloud. Isabelle followed her gaze.

"Who's ship is it ?" She asked, however Élysée had already pushed the doors open the tavern and was staring at one person in particular. Killian. When he spotted her,his expression masked her.

"You..." Élysée said aloud.

"...You" Killian responded standing from his table and he walked over to her, a group of whores trailing behind him. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in..." He smirked looking down at her.

"Wonderful to see you as well Captain" She spat back.

"It's been a long time hasn't it" He responded "How long exactly has it been ?"

"6 months" Élysée replied almost robotically. Meanwhile Isabelle had made her way inside and was standing beside them listening to the conversation.

"I know you! You're the one from her painting!" Isabelle blurted out.

"Isabelle!" Élysée warned shooting her a glare.

Killian's smirk deepened "Painting, what painting ?" He asked curiously.

"She has a portrait of you in her study..." Isabelle replied a little too loudly. The hookers that had now surrounded Killian laughed mockingly, Élysée felt her cheeks burning before she stormed out. Killian looked at Isabelle demanding an explanation.

"Excuse me girls..." He muttered taking Isabelle to a quieter corner of the tavern. "Why does she have a painting of me ?" He asked.

"Because, I think she misses you..." Isabelle shrugged, she herself did not know.

"...Why would she miss me ?" Killian asked, his tone still as curious as before.

Isabelle shrugged again. "I don't know, but this is the first time she's left the house in a while, you know when she was with you did she seem...happier ?" She asked him.

"To an extent yes, I suppose" Killian admitted.

"I think you should talk to her, ask her yourself." Isabelle recommended before she wandered off to the bar. Killian took her advice and walked out into the cool night air where he found Élysée sat at the edge of the pair looking down into the water. "Élysée..."

"What do you want...?" Élysée sighed turning around so she could see him. He held out his hand and she took it, he then pulled her to her feet so she was standing properly in front of him. "What did she tell you..?"

"Enough..." Killian replied.

"Enough ? What is that supposed to mean ?" She demanded, folding her arms.

Killian sighed irritably and he took out his hand from the pocket he had kept it in all the time, where his had was supposed to be was a shiny metal hook, and attached at the end of the hook was a necklace. He held it on front of her directly. "Take it..." He told her.

She took the necklace off his hook and she looked at him confused. "What's this for ?" She asked him softly.

"For you..." Killian admitted finally "That necklace cost me my hand, so please tell me you at least like it..."

Élysée stared up at him in disbelief "It's...beautiful" She smiled and she pulled the large chain over her head and she turned her back to him. "Can you help me adjust it ?" Killian obeyed her obediently and clasped the necklace up after moving her thick brown curls away from her neck. She turned back around to face him and smiled delightfully.

She opened her mouth to speak however she was interrupted by the group of whores from before who had made their way towards them, laughing at her uncontrollably. Killian gave her an apologetic look and wrapped his arms around two of the hooker's waist. "We'll have to continue this conversation at a later time..." He smiled throwing her a cocky wink.

Élysée looked away, ignoring the stares from the whores around her. "No matter" She finally said "It was finished anyway" Élysée pushed herself through the crowd and made her way back up the hill towards her home listening to the cocky laughs from the people behind her. She ignored a tear that sprang to her eye and she closed her front door and made her way upstairs to her own room.

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The next morning, Élysée and Isabelle were both down in the docks, of course Élysée had only agreed to go out again if she could take her books, reluctantly, Isabelle had to agree and she was now standing beside Élysée who was sitting on a chair (a sailor provided) with her head deep inside a book. Isabelle sighed annoyed.

"You can't pretend it didn't happen" Isabelle explain to her.

Élysée licked her finger lightly and turned the page of the book she was reading, she didn't look up at Isabelle when she spoke "I can, and I will" She smiled cheerfully, already acting as if the encounter never occurred.

"Well, it did happen" Isabelle sighed leaning against the back of the chair, suddenly, something caught her attention. "My lady isn't that your pirate..." Isabelle asked pointing at the young captain who had his arms wrapped around the same hookers as the night before. Élysée glanced up at them and then looked back down at her book again.

"He isn't my pirate and he is entitled to be with whoever he likes" She smiled up at Isabelle who frowned at her failed attempt. Élysée found herself looking back at her group and she observed a whore pressing her rouged lips against Killian's and she frowned irritably.

"See..." Isabelle protested.

Élysée shook her head and distracted herself by organising the book marks in her book. "I don't care" She argued. Isabelle frown and pulled Élysée to her feet.

"Come on" Isabelle huffed and she began dragging Élysée towards the group with Élysée protesting along the way. Once Isabelle's plan had finally come together she pushed Élysée over behind them and she then dashed off behind a nearby building.

"Isabelle!" Élysée grunted pulling herself up to face Killian and his group of whore staring down at her, cocky smirks fixed on their faces.

"Well, what do we have here...?" One of the whores sneered looking at her.

"Do you know this girl Captain ?" Another asked.

"She's...no one important" Killian replied to her staring into nothing. Élysée stared at him in disbelief.

"Well then" giggled one girl "Why are still standing around her ?" the other girl agreed by breaking into a laugh.

"I don't see why people like you are laughing at me" She sneered folding her arms.

"Excuse me ?" A girl said to her.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly be very proud of myself if I was going around selling myself" She continued smiling slyly.

"What is that supposed to mean" the same girl sneered walking forward however Killian stopped her, gripping his arm around the girl's arm and pulling her back and he stepped forward in her place.

"I'll deal with you later..." She mumbled watching Killian walk forwards, however he finally cam to a stop when directly in front of her.

"Why not now ?" He asked looking down, straight at her.

She looked up at him not breaking her gaze "You want me to make my point ?"

"Make your point" Killian repeated.

"Fine" Élysée stated before taking his collar in her hand and pulling him into a soft kiss, Killian smirked again her lips and pulled away, he turned to look at the whores behind him whose expression depicted their shock.

"Terrible sorry girls" He grinned "I have some...business to attend to" and he grabbed Élysée by her wrist and dragged her on board his vessel Joe looked at he pair confused as Killian dragged her into his cabin and locked the door behind him. He then looked her with a serious expression on his face.

"What in the name of Poseidon was that ?" He asked her folding his arms.

Élysée returned his look "Me, making my point" Killian raised an eyebrow in confusion and Élysée's temper got the better of her "Is that what I have to do to get your attention ?! Dress up like some cheap whore, just so you notice me ?!" She demanded.

"No.." Killian replied simply.

"You never look at me twice..." Élysée sighed.

Killian looked at her sympathetically. "I do notice you, but you have something here I can't take away..." He admitted.

"And what is that supposed to be ?" She asked him impatiently.

Killian looked at her for a moment before he answered "A life" Élysée sighed and stared at him for a moment.

"You're wrong, I don't have a life here, everyday is the same.." She admitted.

"Well it's still a better life than you would have with me." Killian countered.

"But I don't want this..." Élysée protested.

"What do you want ?" He asked her.

"You." She stated directly. Killian stood there for a moment before he walked over to her and pressed her up against the wall. He kissed her lips and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She cupped his face kissing him back passionately. He smirked and his hands began fumbling at the back of her dress, but before he could get very far a sharp knock the door interrupted them. Killian gave her an apologetic look before exiting the room promptly leaving Élysée to recover from the earlier events.