Hello readers! :)
I'll keep this story going until I'm bored with it. My best friend reads it and I am content for the moment, though I do hope in time I will get more than two or three readers. I know I keep repeating myself, but it's really hard for me to accept that the few who read this story does not even take the time to review, save for my friend. I work hard and... well, I'm not asking for anyone's pity. I just want some feedbacks...
Hope you will enjoy this chapter,
Kaya
Chapter 7
Allen knocked to the door of the chambers he was showed as Lydia's. The door was opened by a chambermaid and he was glad his young lady friend had been taken care of. She was not in her element here, he could tell and knowing she was under the princess's wing was reassuring.
When Allen finally got a look at Lydia after she was pampered by Millerna, he thought he would pass out. She was a vision. Her long dark but slightly bluish hair was pulled from her face, revealing how truly beautiful she was and what could he say about the gown. It showed just enough of her charms to entice the eye. She was put to her advantage and he truly thought she was made to wear such clothes, not the tight, uncomfortable looking trousers and…shirt she was wearing earlier. She was wrong when she said she wasn't a lady, a creature such as her had to be one and if she wasn't, he would make her one…
Lydia watched as Allen approached slowly, feeling her face grow hot. She knew she was blushing as he gazed at her and it was confirmed when he grinned, offering her his arm like a perfect gentleman would in a cheesy movie. This was her Jack Dawson taking her to a noble supper. Though Jack was of lower class than Rose, now it was the contrary. Lydia was the one in third class while Allen was on the first.
Millerna disappeared and the chambermaid showed the couple to the gardens to wait for the night meal. Allen would not stop staring at Lydia as they made their way outside. She was embarrassed, uncomfortable. He was quite intimidating but as the minutes passed, she found that she liked the attention. It was just so strange to be looked at that way…
They sat on a stone bench by a fountain and Allen began talking about the meeting with the warlord. He managed to get fifty men freed in exchange of rations and water. He was glad about it, most of them being soldiers in Asturia's army, others were civilians, but lives were saved nonetheless. Lydia would only nod, not having anything to say. War was not her cup of tea and he made it very difficult to comprehend their politics, often saying that as a woman it was only natural that she could not understand. She was annoyed by that, but thought he may be right…in a way. She really did not understand, maybe it was just because she was not a man, or maybe it was because he never gave any details…
A butler came to announce dinner was served and they all made their way to the very large dining room. The king and his two daughters appeared by another door as Lydia at the arm of Allen entered. Aston welcomed them as the princesses nodded politely, as was custom. The king began by asking his knight of Caeli how the meeting with Dilandau went. Again, the blond man told the entire story Lydia just heard. They were served their food and the finest wine during that time.
While the men were busy talking business, Lydia gazed around the impressive dining room. If her bedchamber was something, it was nothing compared to this room. It was huge! As she turned her head to the side, she noticed the one who must have been princess Elysse, looking at her strangely. She blushed, and dug in her food as carefully as she could, trying to give the impression she was not intimidated, while in truth she was mortified.
Questions about where she was coming from began to come out and Allen only answered that she was coming from very far away. The king's answer to that was that young Schezar enjoyed exotic fruits. Lydia's blush deepened. She wanted this act to end. Before she knew what she was doing, she rose from her chair, bowing before the king, mentally shrugging, she hoped she was not disrespectful in any way. Pissing a king off was not on her "to do" list.
-"If your majesty permits it, I would like to retire for the night." Lydia said tentatively
Aston looked at her, eyes wide, mouth agape until he decided to regain his kingly composure. He made a gesture towards the large doorway with a nod. Lydia sighed, thinking this was a good sign and bowed one last time before making her way out of the room. She waited, unseen, listening carefully in case she had done something wrong, holding her breath as Allen spoke.
-"I do hope your majesty will forgive her." The knight of Caeli said. "Lady Lydia is not used to our customs."
-"It is quite alright, Schezar." Aston laughed. "She's quite a lovely creature. Does her presence mean you will finally settle?"
Not wanting to hear the answer, Lydia returned to her quarters. Once she arrived, she quickly closed the door behind her, breathless from having run all the way back. She could only hope she did not give a too bad impression on the king, even with what he said. Sitting at the vanity, Lydia undid her hair, brushing it slowly. She then removed her earrings and was about to do the same with her necklace, when the door behind her opened. She gasped but then saw, in the mirror, that it was Allen.
He said nothing, only approaching, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. Trying to find something to do, Lydia returned to the removal of her jewelries. Her necklace was stuck, or maybe it was just the fact she felt a bit clumsy at that moment, she just could not remove it. She gasped as she felt Allen's hands on her shoulders and then under her hair. He was able to unclasp the necklace and he passed it to her from the front, leaning forward until his chin almost touched her shoulder. Again, his blue eyes were fixed to her mirrored dark ones.
Sitting beside her on the vanity bench with his back to the mirror, the blond knight put a gentle hand under Lydia's chin, turning her head to his, locking her eyes to his. He smiled in a way she had never seen him before. Leaning forward, Allen pressed his lips to hers, prying them apart with his tongue before Lydia even understood what was happening. He was gentle, so much that she felt tears well up from the back of her throat.
When his fingers found the laces in the back of her dress, she knew what he wanted. But he was so tender, gentle, Lydia did not have the heart to refuse herself to him. He was not Sato. Allen Schezar was a kind man, a knight like she imagined them to be whenever her mother would read fairytales to her at night.
Lifting her in his arms, Allen took Lydia to the large bed, his lips never leaving hers. She knew that that night, she would loose her innocence, but at least, she would lose it to a good man and not the evil man she had been promised to.
AN: Okay, the Titanic part was a bit too much but...well, I had that silly grin while writing that part and part of me hopes that it showed in my writing. lol
