CW: Talks of suicide and passive attempts of suicide
And a little bit of spiciness too... *wink wink*
The sun was now high above the kingdom of Hademort as Helia made his way back into the large castle after his session training the recruits. His muscles were sore, and his joints ached as he trudged through the snow. His hands had blisters from wielding a sword all morning but the pain that he had in his body was dulled by the realization that Flora was on her way to Solaria. She would be away from Hademort, away from his father, away from Duncan, and away from harm. All he had brought her was misery, no matter what she said. He loved her more than life itself and Helia knew that the best hope that she would have was for him to let her go. It would hurt, but she would be safe. As long as she was safe and happy, that was all Helia could ask for.
The men around him laughed and smiled as they made their way back to the barracks, but Helia was in no mood to smile. He was sure that Flora hated him for telling her to leave. Fine, he thought, if she hated him, she could move on. She would marry a fine man in Solaria and have beautiful children with hair like honey and eyes...oh he hoped that her children had her eyes. The men he had trained would go back to their cozy barracks where friends and families were waiting for them. Despite the looming prospect of being sent off to war, they still smiled, knowing that there was some form of happiness waiting for them at home.
As Helia made his way through the arena and into the palace, all he was greeted with was cold stone and his own footsteps echoing through the hallway. The palace would always feel empty without Flora there. His bed would always feel cold, the kitchen would never feel quite as warm, and his heart would never feel as complete. Still, he had to remember that she was safe. She was taken care of. She would never have to see Duncan or his father again. Flora would be happy.
Making his way down the stone hallway, Helia took down his hair from the bun that it had been in during training. He ran his fingers through his hair, already missing the way that Flora's fingers felt when she would rake through his hair. So warm. So tender. So soothing.
Fuck.
Helia quickly removed his hand from his hair, hating the way the smooth strands felt in his hands. Maybe it was time to make his father happy and cut his hair. Flora wasn't here to run her fingers through it and he would never feel comfortable with anyone else touching it. He would cut his hair and cut out the memory of Flora.
Reaching his room, Helia stripped from his sweaty clothes. For how cold it was in Hademort, he always left training sweating and tired. He threw his shirt onto the floor by the large wardrobe and looked over to the large clock in the corner of his room. He had a few hours before he was supposed to join the princess for dinner, skipping the tea so that they both may prepare for the evening. Helia was wondering how the princess was managing with the sudden disappearance of her handmaiden. While sweet, the princess was oblivious and Helia could bet that she might be the only one in the palace who did not know about him and Flora, everyone else apparently knew according to his father. Well, it didn't matter who knew anymore, Flora was gone. She was gone and safe.
He made his way to the washroom connected to his room where he saw that the large bathtub in his room had been prepared with hot water upon his request. He had found a peace in this new ritual of soaking in the hot water. It warmed his body, soothed his aching muscles and joints, and relaxed his mind from the worries of the day. Whenever he stepped into the hot water, all was quiet and even though the tub barely held his large body, Helia felt that he could just float away.
What he wouldn't do to be able to leave for Solaria with Flora, but he knew that if he did, Hademort would be left with his father and Duncan as his successor. With Helia as the prince and eventual king, Flora would be able to live a life in peace for the rest of her days. Nobody would come for her and take her back to Hademort. But if Helia had left with Flora like he would have wanted, there was no telling what power Duncan might wield to get Flora back and Helia couldn't protect her without an army of his own. Who would swear fealty to a former prince?
Stripping from the rest of his clothes, Helia pulled his hair back up into a topknot and climbed into the tub filled with steaming water. His body relaxed under the hot water but given the circumstances of the day, all Helia could think about was Flora. It finally hit him that he would never see her again. He would never read to her nor continue on with their reading lessons. There were so many stories that he wanted to share with her and hoped to see the day where she might read to him. But that day would never come. He hoped that she would be able to find someone in Solaria who would read to her and teach her to read. He hoped that she would be able to read to her children as she tucked them into bed, just as his mother had done for him.
How far was she from the palace? Had she made it beyond the southern border? Was she already on the ship to Solaria with Saladin's contact? They had left for the market in the early morning and neither Flora nor Saladin had returned. Was there something wrong? Perhaps Saladin accompanied her to the southern port, made sure that she had gotten on the ship safely and that she had made it beyond Hademort's jurisdiction. It had been hours and Helia had to accept that Flora was gone. He would never see her again.
Helia closed his eyes and held his breath as he slipped under the hot water. The water was soothing, and he admitted to himself that he could stay under for the rest of his life; until the water killed him. His life already felt over without Flora, who would stop him from just...floating away?
The water sloshed around him and in and out of his ears. Helia slowly felt the muscles in his body begin to tighten up and the pounding in his chest became harder and heavier. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, the rhythmic thumping becoming slower and slower. His head became lighter and the ringing in his ears faded away. He felt so light and peaceful.
That was until he felt something shift the water and the tub around him became smaller, his knees being folded into him. He shot up from his submerged position in the bathtub and opened his eyes to see the most glorious sight.
There in front of him with rosy cheeks and red, puffy eyes was Flora. Her wavy hair was a mess, and her lips were swollen from the cold, still, she was beyond gorgeous. Was he dead? He had to be dead. There was no way that he was alive. Flora was miles away, on her way to Solaria and on her way to safety.
"Flora..."
Helia reached forward to touch the angel in front of him, but his hand was slapped away. Helia retracted his hand and stared at Flora, her green eyes filled with rage and hurt. Helia had to admit to himself that if he were dead, he would go to the place where all the evil spirits were banished after they left the land of the living. There was no way that he would ever be granted an eternal life of paradise. His torment would be a world where Flora hated him and right now she looked like she wanted to kill him.
"How could you?" Flora asked, tears threatening to form in her eyes, "How could you send me away?"
Was he dead? There was no way that he couldn't be but it all felt so real. Ignoring her questions, Helia stared at Flora longingly.
"How are you here? Please, tell me if I have entered paradise or torment. I surely must be dead. Please, tell me where I am."
Flora's eyes widened, "You aren't dead, Helia. I am here!"
"No," Helia shook his head, "you are on your way to Solaria where you will be safe. I am dead and you-"
"And I am right here, Helia." Flora grabbed Helia's hand in her own, the dark blue fabric running along his skin as she brought his hands up to place them on her heart. It beat strong and fast, her skin was warm, and she felt like his Flora. "I am here, with you and you are alive."
Realizing that it really was her, Helia snatched his hands away and his brow furrowed.
"What are you doing here?" Helia asked, anger starting to boil up within him. What the Hell was she doing here?!
"You don't get to be angry, Helia!" Flora exclaimed as she moved closer to Helia in the water filled tub, the tips of her hair gliding against the water. "How could you send me away?!"
"I did it to save you, Flora!" Helia shouted right back at her, angry that she wasn't gone and that she was with him. He would kill Saladin for letting her come back. "You aren't safe here! You need to leave! Now!"
"I won't leave! I want to stay here! With the princess, with Saladin, and with you! I will not run!"
Helia shot up from the bathtub, needing to walk away from Flora before he became even angrier with her. He never thought that he would ever become this angry with her but right now, knowing that she was still here within the clutches of his father, Helia was fuming.
Grabbing his pants from the floor, he pulled them over his legs and hips, his torso still bare and dripping wet. Flora got out of the bathtub as well, not caring that the blue gown that she was wearing was soaked and the fabric weighed her down. She stormed out of the bathroom, chasing Helia back into the main part of her bedroom, trailing a path of water behind her.
"Don't you walk away from me! Why didn't you tell me or have Saladin tell me what your father said!? We could have figured this out together! We could have-"
"No!" Helia spun around and glared at Flora, "There was no 'we' in this! I didn't include you because I knew that you would say no, that you would want to fight me over this! There is nothing to fight about! You were supposed to leave the capital and make your way to the southern port where you would be halfway to Solaria by now! You would be safe!"
"But what about you-"
"I don't care about me, Flora! Only you! You are the only one that I care about! I didn't care if my father had my head for what I had done, just as long as you were safe! You would have been happy in Solaria! You would be free from my father, free from Duncan, and free from this shitty fucking kingdom! Don't you understand?! You would have been happy!"
"And when will you understand that I cannot be happy if I am not with you!? I love you, Helia! I don't want to marry Duncan, but I will do it if it a million times over if that means that I can stay close to you and to the princess, my princess!"
Helia stormed towards Flora, his eyes just as angry and threatening like Flora's first night at the palace and the time that she had walked in on Helia after he had destroyed his bedroom. She would not back away. She would be strong, like her sister.
"You are a stubborn, disobedient, and foolish woman! Why can't you just do what I ask of you for once?! Would it have been better if I invoked the strategies of my father and tied you up and dragged you onto the ship myself?! I have half a mind to drag you off right now!"
"You wouldn't dare." Flora glared back at the angry prince.
"Really?! Try me!"
They held each other's gazes, both burning deeply into the other, neither wanting to let up. Flora was furious that Helia would send her away and Helia was angry that Flora missed the opportunity to live the life she had always deserved.
Helia's voice was calmer and quiet as he broke the tense silence, "Why didn't you leave, Flora? Why?"
"I can't imagine my life without you, Helia. You, the princess, and Saladin are the only family that I have. I know that being married to Duncan will be torture, but so is spending a lifetime away from you and everyone that I love. I lost my family once; I will not lose the new family that I have created."
"You would have created another one, Flora. You would have met someone in Solaria, fallen deeply in love, and you would have children of your own."
"I have already fallen in love, with you. I could never fall in love with another. I would always think about you if I were to leave. Running away would not bring me happiness."
"But you would have been safe."
"Helia..."
"You will leave tomorrow. I will talk to Saladin, and he will talk to his connection again and you will go to the southern port and you will sail to Solaria." Helia commanded tenderly, a pang of sadness in his voice.
"Please," the tears that had built up in Flora's eyes began to fall, "please don't send me away. I cannot bear the thought. I love you and I would sooner die than be parted from you."
"You can't mean that."
"I do, Helia. I do. Being away from you, the princess, and Saladin...I would spend every day wishing for death. I would sooner jump from the side of the ship. No, I would grab a rope from the stables and wrap it around my neck. Perhaps a sword would be better, run it straight through my heart."
"Stop talking like that!" Helia snapped, disturbed at the thought of Flora ending her life if he sent her away.
"Says the man who just tried to drown himself."
"I wasn't trying to drown myself." Helia countered. It wasn't exactly a lie; he did not have any intentions of killing himself, but he made no effort to pull himself back up to the surface.
Once again there was a still silence as Helia looked down at Flora's tear-stained face. He slowly raised a hand to cup her cheek, wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb.
"So what do you suppose we do?" Helia asked.
"I don't know," Flora answered, "I don't know, Helia. I am just a stupid farm girl from the countryside of Linphea. There is a lot that I do not know but there are two things I know to be absolutely true. The first being that I love you and the second being that I just want you to kiss me and make up for the weeks that you were parted from me."
Helia wasted no time in complying with Flora's wish. He had wanted to kiss her for weeks, to feel her lips on his. He bent down and quickly wrapped his arms around Flora's wet body, the fabric heavy against his skin. He didn't care, she was here, in his arms with her hands on him and her lips hungrily moving over his.
He missed her so much. Two weeks without her had been torture but a lifetime without her would have been a life he didn't want to live. He told himself that he would be strong without her, that he could handle it, but now that he had her here with him, there was no way that he could ever be parted from her. He was the foolish one. He was so glad for once Flora decided to be the disobedient woman that he had grown to love.
"Don't ever try to send me away again." Flora commanded through kisses, her hands clawing at Helia's pale chest.
"Never." Helia replied, breathless and enjoying the feeling of Flora's hands and nails on him. "Never..."
Tongues tangled together as each tried to get as close and connected as they could. Flora's lips were salty from her tears and Helia was fast to kiss them away. He pulled her closer to him, her beasts pressed against his chest through the wet fabric and her hips had connected with his. He could stay like that forever.
Flora wriggled in his grasp as she slipped her arms out of the heavy fabric around them, exposing warm, tan arms. She tugged at the neckline of her gown until the wet fabric sat on her hips, her chest out and once again flushed to Helia's bare chest. As skin touched skin, Flora felt herself craze more of Helia's touch and taste. His skin was smooth and his lips tasted how they always did, warm and spicy, just like cinnamon.
"Helia..." Flora gasped as Helia's lips moved from her own and down to her neck, "I need you..."
Helia groaned into Flora's neck, his warm breath hitting her skin as his hands moved down her body and to her hips. Wet fabric chilled his fingertips as he gripped the dark blue fabric and pulled it the rest of the way down from Flora's body. The squelching sound of heavy, wet fabric hitting the stone floor mixed with the sounds of Flora's labored breathing. His lips on her neck and his hands on her hips were sending her wild with desire for the prince. It had been too long since they had touched each other in this manner or had been so intimate and Flora felt so deprived. She would savor every moment with Helia for she did not know when the next time they would be together would be.
She backed away, pulling Helia with her and the back of her legs hit his bed. Flora fell back and pulled Helia down on top of her. He was heavy on her body, and she could barely breathe, but it was a small price to pay for having him so close to her. His hands continued to roam over her body, the softness of his bed and strength of his hands felt amazing on her skin.
Helia propped himself up on his arms as he became conscious to the fact that he was crushing Flora underneath him. She didn't say a word about it but when the moans that escaped her lips became more shallow, he suddenly realized that perhaps she was having a hard time breathing. He would do anything to keep her breathing.
His lips returned to her mouth after placing a few marks on her neck and jaw. If she was going to stay here, then there was no use hiding it. His father would be furious with him and so would Duncan but anytime Flora was in his arms, all his worries slipped away. Duncan and his father be damned. So he had bit down on her neck, causing marks that would form into bruises for all the world to see. She was his and he was hers, nothing could change that.
Using her feet in place of her hands, Flora wrapped her legs around Helia's waist and began tugging down his black pants. It was proving to be a harder task than she had intended as the thick material stuck to his damp skin. She was growing more and more frustrated until Helia removed his hands from Flora's waist, much to her chagrin, and discarded the remaining cloth that separated his body from hers. As Helia's hands returned to Flora's body, she could feel all of him and all of him is all she could ever want. She felt as the most intimate part of him hit her stomach, silently begging for Helia to lower himself down and take her like he had weeks ago.
If Helia wouldn't move down to her, she would move up to him. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, Flora pulled herself up his body. Helia groaned as her body rubbed against him on her way up. He could feel the warmth that came from between her legs, a welcome reprieve from the cold air that hit his skin where her body did not touch his. Just like before, as he settled between her legs, he could feel the slight indentation, his cock begging to enter. But he wanted to make this moment last. So Helia gripped her hips and rose above her, sinking to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulling her legs on top of his shoulders.
He had never done anything like this before, but he had heard the men talk about it when they were training. They would talk about how much their wives enjoyed the feeling and how they in turn enjoyed making their wives squirm. Flora was not his wife, but Helia was ready to make her squirm.
"Helia," Flora lifted her head as Helia's arms wrapped around her thighs and spread them apart, "what are you..."
She was silenced as she let out a gasp when Helia's mouth connected to the space between her legs. Throwing her head back onto the bed, all Flora could do was enjoy his mouth on her, her mind too blank and her body too overwhelmed to do anything else. Was this something that the men of Hademort did? Did men in Linphea do it as well? Despite if it were common or improper for a man's mouth to be on a partner's most private part of the body, Flora was glad that Helia was doing it to her.
His arms tightened around her thighs as Helia pulled Flora closer to him. He would hold her there until she finished, and he would not let up unless she protested. She tasted like salt, yet the smell of peaches still lingered in his nose. His blue eyes looked up at the woman connected to him and he let out a deep chuckle at her contorted face, her eyes closed, her nose wrinkled, and her mouth open just enough to let out small pants.
Flora's hands gripped the sheets above her, below her, and to the side. She had to hold onto something as Helia's mouth worked its way over her swollen and sensitive clitoris. Finally, she reached down and grabbed the top of Helia's head, his wet hair falling from the topknot that he created as she tugged. He was so glad that he didn't cut his hair just yet. It felt so good when Flora pulled on it. He would never think of cutting it again.
Helia moved a hand from Flora's leg and placed it under his chin where he began to the circle the entrance of Flora's wet and tight entrance. He remembered it being tight but not that tight. Pushing his hand forward, a finger entered Flora and she let out a loud moan. His wrist moved with expert care as his mouth continued to work over Flora's aching clit. He inserted another finger and Flora's back arched and her grip on Helia's hair tightened.
"Ohhhh...Helia..." Flora moaned as she felt her body begin to tense up over Helia's mouth and fingers. She was going to explode.
"I can feel you getting closer..." Helia said as he lifted his mouth from Flora and placed a quick kiss on her inner thigh. He returned his mouth to Flora's core.
The tension inside of her was mounting and all she could think about was the overwhelming pleasure that Helia was giving her. How could she be parted from him when she loved him so much? How could he ever think that she would be happy with someone else? That she would ever let anyone else touch and taste her in the same way? Helia was everything that she could want from a partner, a lover, and...
How she wished she could truly claim him as her own.
Flora's pants turned into moans that turned into whines as the tension in her body threatened to snap. With one more swift motion of Helia's hand and tongue, Flora's nails scraped into Helia's scalp as she pulled tightly on his hair.
"OH..." Flora bit down on her lip as pleasure rushed through her and without thinking, she said something that she never thought that she would say, "...FUCK!"
Helia removed his mouth from Flora as she came and he stilled his hand, his fingers still inside of her. Helia lifted his head and smirked at Flora, a dim glow over her body, and a light spattering of white petals surrounding her body. She was getting better at controlling her powers when it came to being intimate with him, but he hoped that they never truly went away. He liked seeing her surrounded by her element. But what he naughtily enjoyed more in this moment was Flora's sudden vocal outburst. He had never heard her curse and she was always scolding him on his language. It was quite comical but also quite sexy.
"Language." Helia said with a smirk.
Flora gasped for air, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. She placed an arm over her eyes, trying but failing to hide her reddened face from Helia. Flora suddenly felt a strong hand around her wrist and pull her arm away from in front of her eyes.
"What did I tell you about hiding your eyes from me?" Helia chuckled as he held Flora's arm.
"Don't you know?" Flora giggled as she pulled Helia up from his kneeled position. She placed a kiss on his lips, the saltiness from her own body lingering on his lips. She pulled away and tucked a damp section of hair behind her ear, matching his smirk with one of her own.
"I have a hard time following your orders."
Azrael was in his study; the room dim as he sat at his desk. He poured himself over the letters from commanders at the front, yet, he hadn't received anything from Duncan. The rest of the letters that he had received from the other commanders had been positive. They all talked of victory while also proclaiming their undying adoration for their king, the greatest king in all of Hademort. Azrael loved reading about the devotion of others to him, but he hated that he had not received anything from Duncan.
He hoped that there was nothing wrong with the general; he had been the best hope to end the war with Koria. Had the enemy learned that the general would be there and that he was planning a special attack? If Duncan had been taken down, Azrael didn't know what he would do. Duncan was his most trusted confidant and the best hope for Hademort. If it weren't for Helia, Azrael would have made Duncan his successor. If it weren't for Helia, maybe Viviana would still be alive.
Grabbing the glass of vodka on the corner of his desk, Azrael took a long drink as he threw down the stack of letters from the commanders at the front line. Duncan had to come back. Azrael would not be made to look weak, and Duncan wouldn't allow it either. Duncan had glory, riches, and a fiancé to come back to. Azrael wasn't an idiot; he knew that the only reason Duncan wanted Flora was because Helia wanted Flora. Azrael smirked as he drank the rest of his vodka, Duncan would come back for her, if just to spite Helia.
Duncan would be back, and all would be right in the world.
Helia hadn't talked to that Linphean girl in over two weeks. Finally, that boy did something right. She was Duncan's because that was what Duncan deserved. He didn't care if it broke Helia's heart or made him upset. Helia had taken the only person that Azrael had ever loved, now he would know what it felt like. It was karma that was a long time coming.
Looking over to the clock in his study, Azrael groaned as he stood up from his chair at his desk. Another boring meeting with the boring provincial leaders who demanded an audience with the king. Was Helia not enough? No. Helia would never be enough.
Finishing the vodka in his glass, Azrael wiped his mouth and grabbed the black uniform jacket on the back of his chair. Swinging it over his shoulders and putting his arms through the sleeves, he buttoned up the silver buttons and ran a hand over his short, black hair. With a final adjustment of his jacket, Azrael made his way out of the study and through the large corridors of the palace to his meeting.
Servants bowed as he passed, always a pleasant sight to see. His black boots echoed throughout the hallways and the sun was about to set as he made his way to the meeting. While he hated the thought of attending to matters outside of the capital, it was nice to hope that the dull meetings would take his mind off of the lack of correspondence from Duncan.
"...oh, Helia..."
Azrael stopped in his tracks as the faint sound of a woman calling out the prince's name entered his ears. He turned his head and realized that he was stopped in front of Helia's bedroom, the door shut.
He shook his head, he had to be imagining it. There was no way that his weak, pathetic, and useless son was entertaining a woman. But when he heard another moan coming from Helia's room, Azrael knew that his mind had not been playing tricks on him.
"...ah...ah...ah...Helia..."
Who the fuck was with Helia? Maybe he had taken up his suggestion that he hire a whore from Griffin's. While never being a client, even Azrael knew that Griffin had trained her girls to address the men they serviced with the proper title. So the question remained, who was in Helia's bedroom moaning for the whole palace to hear?
He didn't want to hear anymore. Azrael had other things to concern his time with. He had a meeting to get to and he didn't want to think about what Helia did in his bedroom. So long as he wasn't with Flora, Azrael couldn't care less. Let the boy stick his cock in whoever he wanted. He made his way around the corner and away from Helia's room, continuing his way down the halls to his meeting.
"Oh, your Majesty!"
Azrael looked ahead to see Krystal walking down the hallway...alone...
Where was that Linphean bitch? She was always with the princess and now she was nowhere in sight.
No...
She couldn't be...
Azrael's lips curled up in a snarl as Krystal made his way toward him. How dare Helia disobey him?! How dare he take what wasn't his?! How dare he?!
As the princess approached the king, he readjusted his face and put on a smile. Maybe the princess's sudden appearance would be just what he needed to separate Helia and Flora...for good.
"Good afternoon, Your Majesty. I hope the day has been pleasant."
"It has, though, I unfortunately cannot exchange pleasantries in depth. You see, I have a meeting to attend to, Your Highness."
"Oh of course," Krystal smiled, "I shall not keep you any longer, Your Majesty."
Azrael took a step forward, planning to move past Krystal but stopped in his tracks.
"Huh?" Azrael tilted his head to the side.
"What is it, Your Majesty? Is there something the matter?" Krystal asked, her expression both confused and worried.
"Oh nothing, I just..." Azrael placed a hand under his chin, "I just have never seen you alone before. Tell me, Your Highness, where is your handmaiden? Rumors have it that the two of you are inseparable."
Krystal smiled, "Oh, she traveled to the market with Saladin this morning. I haven't seen her all day, but I know that Flora could spend all day at the market and I feel that she and Saladin have become close enough that I am sure that he would let her. Though I do hope she returns soon, I must get ready for my dinner with His Highness."
"Hmm," Azrael gave a sinister smile, completely lost to Krystal, "that's odd, Saladin has been back for hours, Your Highness."
Azrael hadn't seen Saladin all day, but he didn't need Krystal to know that.
"He has?" Krystal's face contorted into an expression of thought. Her mouth quirked to the side and her eyebrows were furrowed as she thought as to why she had not seen Flora all day. "Have you seen, Flora, Your Majesty? Was she with Saladin?"
"I have not but I think that Saladin told me that your handmaiden had an... appointment with the prince."
"Oh," Krystal smiled, "maybe she was going over the menu with him. I know that she was trying to talk to him about it last night but she could not find him. Perhaps she has run into him."
"One could say that." Azrael smirked.
"Do you know where His Highness may be? I need to steal back my handmaiden." Krystal giggled.
"I think they are in his room, Your Highness."
Krystal's smile fell, "Oh..."
"Nothing to worry about, Your Highness. Flora is a most loyal and proper handmaiden. And Helia...well, he wouldn't even know what to do with a woman if left alone with one."
The smile returned to Krystal's face, remembering how awkward Helia was every day at their afternoon tea. She also remembered how stiff he was when she had kissed him. She didn't mean to make him nervous; she had just wanted to kiss him for some time. And why shouldn't she have? He was to be her husband after all, she should be able to kiss him whenever she wanted, and he should be able to kiss her whenever he wanted. She couldn't wait to spend all their time together, just...kissing. And Flora was loyal and proper. She would never do something untoward with anyone and she was engaged to the general. Flora was her best friend and had always been on her side.
She had nothing to worry about.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will head to the prince's room and steal back what belongs to me." Krystal let out a laugh, "I hope that your meeting is productive and informative, Your Majesty."
"And I hope that the rest of your day is as informative as well."
"...Helia...oh, Helia..." Flora moaned as she rolled her hips over Helia.
The couple had made their way fully onto the bed after Flora had recovered from the orgasm that Helia had given to her. She was hungry for more and she would feel awful for not satisfying the great prince of Hademort. There was nearly three weeks of not being intimately connected with Helia and while three weeks was no time at all, three weeks away Helia was torturous. How could he ever think that she would be able to spend the rest of her life away from him? He had called her foolish, but he was an idiot. He was her idiot. He would be anything that she wanted him to be and all that she said he was.
Flora had assumed her favored position on top of Helia. She loved feeling his hands on her body and as he was propped up against the mountain of pillows on his headboard, she could press her chest to Helia's as she moved. Her hands were anchored on his shoulders and their breaths intermingled together as they stared into each other's eyes.
Helia brought a hand up to the back of Flora's neck, cradling the back of her head as he pulled her to his lips. She gasped as his other hand landed on the curve of her bottom, helping to guide her hips and keep the set rhythm as she became excited by the kiss. He could feel the vibrations of her moan in his mouth and as she worked her body over his, Helia was so close to letting go.
"Flora..." he panted her name as he brought his hands to the smooth skin of Flora's back, "Flora, I love you."
"I...I...I love you too. So much." Flora moved her hands from Helia's shoulders to his face. His beautiful, strong, kind face. "You are the only one. No matter what, I choose you, only you."
"I was so stupid..." Helia groaned, "...fuck, Flora...I should have never tried to send you away."
"I'm here..." Flora said through labored breaths as she looked deeply into Helia's eyes as she picked up the pace on her movements, "I'm here, Helia and I love you."
The only sounds in the room became the heavy breathing from the two on the bed. Their eyes never left one another's as they each took in one another. Flora's forehead dropped down to Helia's and her hands and arms wrapped around his neck. It felt like it was just the two of them. Just the two of them just like it had been the night of Helia's birthday and the nights spent together in the warm kitchen. She loved him so much and she just wanted to stay in the world that they had created. In this world, there was no general, no Azrael, no worries, no sadness or pain from their pasts and present, just the two of them. Nobody else. Flora was so close but if she came, that meant that this moment would be over, and she never wanted it to be over. But as Helia's face began to sweat and his hands tightened around her back, Flora knew that their small moment together would come to an end.
"Helia...I'm..."
"Yes...I know...Flora..." Helia did his best to form a coherent sentence but the pleasure building inside of him had blocked any productive work from happening in his brain. He was sure that Flora could forgive him for his lapse in vocabulary.
"Oh..." Flora's breath hit Helia's face as she felt her impending orgasm reach a peak, "oh...oh..oh...ah...Heliaaaaa..."
Flora was going to come undone over Helia, her nails digging into her back and her head dropping to Helia's shoulders. She was going to but then a sound so familiar and so painful entered her ears.
"...Helia?"
Shit.
Flora stopped moving her hips and her body froze over Helia. She could feel his large hands still over her back as the small voice sounded from the edge of Helia's bedroom. Helia looked around Flora's shoulder and saw that the door to his bedroom had opened and standing in the opened doorway was none other than the princess herself.
Krystal felt her heart sink to her chest as she watched the woman move on top of Helia. Her naked back in full view and her brown hair draped over his pale hands. How could he do that to her? She was to be his wife and she thought that he might have...she had been so dumb. She began to cry as she watched the woman drop her head to his shoulder and Krystal could see Helia's eyes, looking at the woman with a love in his eyes that Krystal could only dream of.
But what hurt the most was when the pair stilled after she called out his name and the woman slowly turned her head to reveal a pair of bright green eyes.
Flora?
No. No. No. No. It couldn't be. Not Flora. Anybody but Flora. Flora was her friend. Flora was engaged to the general. Flora had sworn that she never wanted a partner. Flora was...was...was...
A monster.
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