Five hours outside of Thebes, 1175BC

The trio had settled in well to their way of life over the five years; Lysandra knew something was wrong though. She could sense it, almost of though there were new plans in the works for something big. Arcadius was acting strange too, his eyes never fully meeting her own. Caius was acting as though he was biding his time for something too.

The rustling of the nearby wildlife as they settled in for the darkness that had arrived echoed around her. Everyone had departed for a hunt together, Arcadius going to show Aro, Marcus and Didyme one of his newfound hunting areas. That left the two of them alone, and even her quiet occupation with her charcoal drawings wasn't enough to hide his lingering gaze upon her milky white flesh.

His eyes met hers once more and she sighed, placing her drawing down in her lap, her brow arched towards him. "What on earth is bothering you?" She pleaded in a whisper, her mouth turned down. His eyes found hers once more, darkening slightly as he looked at her. "Nothing is bothering me," he commented slowly, standing up and making his way towards her slowly, making her feel like hunted prey as he cornered her in her crafted seat. "But I do have something to discuss with you that is of great importance."

Lysandra gave a wry smile as she placed her drawing on the ground and he knelt before her. "What is it?" She inquired sweetly, pressing her hand against the soft skin of his face.

She watched as he searched her eyes for a moment before he spoke simply. "Tomorrow we will be moving to a small town less than a day travel from here, called Volterra. We thought it fitting since we're going to adopt the name of the Volturi and provide some form of governing to this world of ours."

In an instant, Lysandra was on her feet. "We?" She hissed. "This 'we' doesn't seem to include me, Caius." She scowled and he climbed to his feet from where he had knelt before her. "Lysa, myself, along with Aro, Marcus, and even Arcadius, have made this decision. Didyme was told but a day ago by Marcus and she agreed wholeheartedly."

Hurt flickered through her chest. "So why am I to be told last? Do I not hold meaning enough to you, at the very least, and my brother, to be told the same time as my coven sister?" She whispered, and he tilted his head. "I told them to hold off because I wanted to be the one to tell you, not the others. Didyme and Marcus have gone ahead to secure our arrival, and then once we have all arrived, we will begin building our coven numbers, our guard, to keep us safe. There will no doubt be others who will fight against our rule, against us, against yourself and I." He moved forward, a hand coming to cup her pale, flawless cheek. "Can you not see this was decided to keep you safe?" He breathed.

Lysandra looked away, hurt still, and he guided her face back to his, staring into her crimson red eyes before he captured her lips into a fierce kiss, her hand coming to rest over the one that held her face. Her lips pushed back against his, pouring her hurt, her anger, into their kiss. She shoved him back, taking him by surprise when she pushed her lips against his once more, fisting her hands into his long, golden blonde hair. "I only asked to be kept as your equal, loved, never cast aside," she murmured against his lips, giving him another shove. He accepted it, falling to the ground like she intended, gazing up at her with impossibly dark, sadistically gleaming red eyes. He grabbed her calves, pulling her down atop him, his hands questing under her light skirt.

She gave a heady scowl, her lips falling from their angry conformant into a heavy moan as his hands found that area of her which burned while damp. He gave a scowling smirk from beneath her, his eyes focussed on the smooth, pale column of her exposed throat, his mark from many years ago still embedded in the pristine, stone-like flesh.

"I have treated you as my equal," he snarled up at her. "Most of my kind would make you worship the ground they walked on, control when you feed, control your pleasure," as if to prove his point, he rubbed the place that called out for his touch, making a noise akin to a groan yet breathless, regardless of having no need for breathing, leave her parted lips. He rubbed again, her entire body shuddering atop his questing hand. "It is I that worships the ground you walk on, Lysandra. I would die for you, wife, you have no idea the depths of my devotion. I saved you from a fate worse than death, breathed new life into your soul where others would have crushed it and left you to die from your wounds, your fatal injuries."

He sat up suddenly, sheathing himself inside her with a quick manoeuvre so fast even she couldn't comprehend it; a fierce moan ripped from her lips at the sudden fullness, her lips pulling back over her razor sharp teeth in a heady snarl, one he mirrored before turning them over, pushing her back into the mossy earth, his own covered from where he had laid. He picked up her thighs, wrapping them tightly around his waist, withdrawing and pushing back in without breaking a stride. He hovered over her, eyes cruel and merciless to anyone else, hard and full of hot desire to her, a look she saw many a time over their years together.

His brutal, harsh, domineering thrusts into her wanting body continued for a while, too long a while. He left her wanting each time she almost reached her peak, a cruel smile adorning his face as he gazed down upon her. This was her atonement, her way of being punished for questioning his devotion to her -she knew it.

However, near her fourth time of completion, a hand came down, caressing her cheek, her face, a soft thumb rubbing lightly over her plump lip. She gazed up at him, tilting her face into his hand, a rare source of comfort to her these days, a time when she could feel war was brewing around the world, around their world.

"I love you," she whispered, those words privy to only him and always him. The look in those dark eyes she loved so much softened, just a bit, and his thumb stroked her lips and then her jawline, as if memorising her every detail. "And I you," he murmured, the words he would never say in the company of anyone, their little secret.

They reached completion soon after, their unionised cries of pleasure, of carnal passion, Lysa remaining silent afterwards. He looked at her, his eyes searching hers before he traced her jawline delicately, as if his touch could damage what sheer perfection he saw before him. She looked at him through guarded eyes and he gave a slight tilt of his pale lips. "We won't move anymore after this, my love, I promise."

She gave a weak smile, closing her eyes as she leant into his touch. "Good, because I do not think my heart could take another uprooting, my saviour."

Hi everyone! Long wait, very long, I know. Life has been hectic, but know I have a routine, I'll, hopefully, start completing the fictions I have written so far.

Also, would appreciate it if everyone could go read my new fiction I've released! Any tips or pointers, a quick comment, and a follow, would be very well received! Thank you everyone for your patience, I know it's been a long while.

Dark Jedi ||Kylo Ren||